My hands smooth down his pecs, and my pussy pulses at his responsive groan. I wonder what he sounds like when he first slides his cock inside of a woman? I wonder what he sounds like when the first pulsing ripple of cum leaves him when he’s buried deep inside? Are his moans quiet or loud? Does he sweat? Does he keep his eyes open?
“Being comfortable with someone is sexy. It means you trust that they don’t need a phony, Instagram version of you to want to be with you.” He grabs the t-shirt and pulls it off over my head, leaving me in my nude colored nursing bra.
“Comfort is sexy because comfort is trust, and there is nothing hotter than a beautiful woman who trusts you.”
I like his answer, and show him with a kiss.
“Is that why Drake likes his girls with sweatpants and no make up?” I tease as Beau reaches around me, unclasping my bra. Slapping my palms to my chest, I keep the bra to my body even after he releases the clasp.
Beau grins, and my entire abdomen fills with a torturous heat that threatens to self-destruct if I don’t take care of it. “I don’t know what the fuck Drake is talking about because your bra is unclasped and you have no shirt on. My brain is pretty much unable to do anything but focus on you.”
For a guy who isn’t using lines, some of the stuff he says hits just like a fucking good line. My body hums under his focus.
“Good answer,” I tell him as I hold my bra with my arm and hand, using the other to tug on his button-up. “But I’m not going to be the only one topless.”
“If you wanted to see me naked,” he teases, bouncing his eyebrows playfully, “then all you had to do was say it.” His thick fingers begin working in a vertical line down his chest and belly as he makes quick work of the small buttons.
When he’s shrugged out of his shirt, he goes for the top button on his fitted jeans, pausing to meet my eyes.
“I don’t want to be the only one pantless.” Again, he wiggles his brows, and now I’m smiling at him.
My bra tumbles to the floor, and his eyes go straight to my breasts. “Stay focused, Just Beau,” I whisper, hooking my thumbs into the sides of my bike shorts. The way he licks his lips like he’s about to inhale a burger and fries makes my pussy pulse and clench.
“Yeah,” he breathes, working on unbuttoning his jeans. His eyes take in my breasts in a way that makes me feel both completely fucking sexy and hugely powerful. I’ve never been looked at by anyone the way that Beau looks at me.
A few seconds later and we’re both stripped completely bare, standing in a graveyard of our clothes. My eyes take a slow journey across the Beau landscape. I feel like a tourist, not wanting to miss a single thing.
I watch his Adam’s apple dip, his chest fill and empty as he breathes heavily. I love the way his nostrils flare a little when he lets himself glance at the dark, hardened tips of my breasts. And my body warms when my eyes fall on his cock, hard and happy between us.
“I’m going to devour you tonight, Beck.” He reaches out and tenderly strokes the side of my breast. “With your permission.”
I don’t know what he has in store. I don’t know if he’ll want to do or try things I’ve never done. The most wild I ever got with Dustin was reverse cowgirl. Beau is young and gorgeous, and hung and has probably fucked a model on a motorcycle. But whatever he wants to do, I know I’ll do it because I want him that fucking badly.
He glances at my bed, then back at me before falling to his knees. Wrapping his calloused palms around my ankles, he slowly moves my legs apart. Reaching behind me, he rests each hand on a globe of my ass, tugging me toward him.
His mouth seals over my clit on the first try, releasing a desperate, pent-up sigh from within me.
It’s been years since a man has moved his tongue around between my legs. I told myself for years that it was something I didn’t need. Something I wasn’t even that into. But as Beau drags the tip of his tongue back and forth against my clit, making my thighs tense and my pussy pulse, I know what a liar I am.
I do miss this. I do want this.
All of this.
When I feel his hand leave my ass on one side, I look down at Beau kneeling between my legs. One of his hands is wrapped around his cock, twisting as he coasts his palm up and down his length. I find myself swallowing a thick wad of saliva, remembering how well he filled my throat and how hot it was making him cum, then swallowing it.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he groans, his fingertips sinking deeper into my cheek, keeping me close to his face.
“Wh-what did you imagine?” I ask, panting, growing breathless.
He looks up at me, his full lips and the tip of his nose glistening from me. My nipples grow hard and my breasts tingle everywhere… almost like let-down. Heat sears up my spine.
Moving his hand from his cock to the opening between my legs, he introduces a finger as he peppers long, vibrating kisses on my clit. Against my bare folds he says, “I don’t know, but you are so sweet. All of you tastes so goddamn good,” he growls before nuzzling into me again, stroking through my labia with his tongue as his fingers plunge and curl inside me repeatedly.
All of me tastes good. I envision his tongue sliding up the length of his ropy, muscled arm, my milk wet on his lips. My head whirrs as he eats me, and I grow dizzy on my feet. With my hands that are curled into his hair, grating his scalp, I push him back a little.
With a final kiss, he backs off and smiles up at me.
“Let’s lay down. I can’t have an orgasm standing up.”