There’s another stroke of his tongue before his mouth leaves me and I whine in protest. But then a finger is pushing inside me, and my whine turns into a groan.
Another finger joins the first and my hands clench the blankets beneath my palms.
“More.” I look back over my shoulder, seeing him crouched behind me, “I want more.”
His fingers still inside me, Beckett stands. “Tell me.” He slides his fingers in, then out. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
My face heats with the rest of my body, “Your cock. I want your cock inside me.”
A third finger slides in and I moan.
“I can never deny you.” Beckett’s fingers slip free. “On your back.”
On boneless limbs, I scramble to the middle of the bed, letting my thighs fall open when I drop onto my back.
Beckett stands at the side of the bed, hand gripping the base of his hard length. “Perfect.” He murmurs, before crawling over me.
His hips lower, the bottom of his cock rocking along the length of my slit, and we both moan at the contact.
His hips press into mine harder, “You okay taking me bare again?”
I squirm, seeking the friction I need. “Yes.” I hook my legs around his waist. “Please.”
“In a moment,” his calm voice infuriates me.
“Beckett!”
“One more thing,” he rolls his hips, the head of his cock bumping over my clit, sending shockwaves up my spine.
“One more thing,” I repeat on a pant, watching him watch me.
“Tell me again.”
My brain is starting to short circuit, “Tell you what?”
He shifts his weight so he’s braced on his elbows, not his hands. Our chests are pressed together now, and I swear I can feel his heartbeat against my skin.
Beckett leans in closer, putting our lips just inches apart, “Tell me you love me.”
My heart cracks open.
“Tell me you love me, Elouise. I heard you say it. And I need to hear it again.” His hips lift until the tip of his cock is pressed against my entrance. “I need to hear you say it.” He presses in, just an inch. “Because I love you, too.”
A sense of devotion swamps me at his admission and my eyes fill with emotion.
He presses in another inch, “I love you, Elouise.”
Tears drip from the corners of my eyes, “I love you, too, Beckett.”
His chest heaves and he slowly presses the rest of the way into me. My whole body tingles. The combination of physical and emotional pleasure is too much and tears continue to roll from my eyes.
“I’ve got you,” Beckett promises quietly, as he kisses the corner of my eyes, catching the tears as they fall.
His hips continue to move in slow, shallow thrusts.
I spread my legs wider, wanting to take more of him. All of him.
“I love you,” I whisper again.