He drops his mouth to the aching part of me between my legs. The first pass of his tongue along my sensitive, swollen labia has me howling. “Oh my god, Beau, don’t tease me,please.”
Ignoring my pleas for an orgasm, he continues to tease my lips, occasionally teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue. Delving inside me, he curls his tongue, moaning as he eats me out in delicious, slow passes.
“Fuck, baby,” he says against my pussy as he begins pulling away. “Your milk is sweet, but I swear to god, your pussy is sweeter.”
“Which do you like more?” I ask, feeding my fingers through the soft sides of his hair. I wish I could have a photo of this–milk sticky on my skin, his strong back torqued as he bends to feast on me. So fucking hot. He doesn’t answer, so I beg.
“Please, Beau,” I moan as he seals his mouth over my clit the same way he does with the peak of my breast. A tremble runs through me and doesn’t stop because his hands and mouth are torture at this point. I just want to feel him inside me. I need to at this point.
“Please what, Beck?” he asks, teasing out the words like my torture is fun to him.
“Please, please get inside me. I need you inside me.” I can’t believe how raw the words sound when they come out, as desperate sounding as me begging for the epidural during Jett’s birth.
Seductively, he finds my mouth and takes it, flooding my tongue with my own brand of flavors. “Get on your back on the bed.” He nips my lips, capturing my bottom lip with his teeth. “Now.”
Chills run down my back, and excitement floods my veins. I’ve never seen this controlling, almost domineering side of Beau. A man who plans my demise through the most intense orgasmic spiral ever, and god, do I love this side of him, too.
Scrambling, I get on my back on the bed faster than I’ve probably ever done anything before. When he stalks over my body completely nude, letting his hard, wet cock slide against my skin, I moan from the anticipatory pleasure.
From the thrill of his erection grazing my turgid flesh.
From the scent of him flooding my nose.
From the taste of me that he put into my mouth.
All of it has me moaning for more.
For him.
He gives me no warning as he drives his cock deep inside me, not easing or moving slowly, but rather, sinking into me in one heaving shove. Bottoming out, a rumble parts his lips, heavy and low.
“Your pussy is like velvet,” he whispers, keeping his dark eyes tamped on mine. His devout attention on my eyes while he thrusts in and out drives me mental.
A tortured cry erupts from my chest, but Beau quickly braces himself on one elbow and captures the noise by clapping his palm to my mouth.
“Quiet,” he warns. “Or I’ll take my cock away.”
Fuck. Why does his teasing only drive me further to the edge? My head moves from side to side against the pillow as his hips gain momentum.
“Yes,” I whimper as he picks up his pace. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I pant, knowing that some of this desire to be taken and pummeled is coming from my guilt.
You should have told him. You should have told him.My mind taunts me with chants of the truth.
When he pulls his cock out of me only to wink and slam it back inside, all thoughts of anything–including guilt–are gone.
“Beau!” I quietly cry out his name as my lower half seizes, my orgasm shattering every bit of thought. “Beau, yes, fuck yes!” I rasp as my walls contract around him, my body desperate to drink him in, to take his cum and make use of it.
“You want me to cum deep, don’t you?” he whispers, moving his hips slower to let me ride out my orgasm peacefully now that the shattering chaos has fallen away.
I nod, sweat slipping into my hair from my temples.
“Feeling your tight, hot little cunt makes me wanna cum inside you so deep that you’ll taste my cum.”
Another shuddering spasm, and he’s shoving deep inside my pussy, holding himself there as he cums in searing jets. One after another, he tears through me as I press my hands low on my belly, loving the warmth and fullness of his orgasm filling me.
After sliding out of me, Beau retrieves a towel and presses it between my spread legs. He checks on Jett before he slides into bed next to me again. Solid fingertips strum slowly over my bare belly, causing goosebumps to take over my skin. His smoky voice lands between my legs when he whispers, “when I think of you with a belly, our baby inside?” His hand slides down to the towel, and he tosses it aside, driving his fingers into me without warning.
I gasp, one hand flying above my head to grip the headboard.