His brow raises and so does he, smoothing his hands up my sides as he does.
“I can’t,” I contend, his expression telling me he thinks I can. “I tried with.. I tried a few times before, but I can’t.”
He weaves our fingers together and kisses my knuckles. Wrapping our joined hands around his cock, he leaves me pumping him as he cradles my face. His cock is hard and swollen, and it’s everything I want inside of me right this second.
“I believe you. And I will make you come in your bed. But know this, baby; I’ll make you come anywhere, on your head or standing. Because it’s not you that can’t make it happen, it’s the person that was giving it to you.” He smiles with a sexy confidence that makes me eager to see if he’s right. “Now get on the bed on your back and keep your legs spread wide for me.”
My thumbs sweep the tip of him, finding precome. I raise my hand to my mouth and drag my tongue over the trail of him.
“Fu-uck,” he groans, his lids growing heavy in response.
“You say I taste good, but have you ever tasted yourself?” I ask, my heart racing. Where this sexual prowess is coming from, I don’t know, but I like it. And unlike former partners, Beau likes it too. His deep, slow swallow, his cock dripping into my palm, the way his eyes look a little lost as he stares down at me—there’s no question he likes this side of me.
I like it too, but it only exists with him.
“I haven’t, but if you wanted me to, I would.”
Getting onto my back on the bed, I pull my blonde hair to one side, exposing my breasts to him. Beau positions himself on the bed, carefully lowering his belly and cock against the mattress.
“I’ll miss my friend,” I say with a wink, referring to his dick. He reaches beneath him to adjust, and god, why is him adjusting his cock like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?
“You’ll be with him again soon,” Beau grins. He lowers his mouth to my pussy and begins feasting, his tongue smoothing up and down my labia before his lips seal around my swollen clit. He sucks my clit hard—harder than I thought I would like—and just as my back arches and my throat releases a wild scream, he pulls away.
“Beck,” he asks, his tone bordering on Batman depths of timbre.
I look down at the sizable shoulders between my thighs, the smooth and sculpted back leading down to a plump, perfect peachy ass and two long, muscular legs. His coif of hair is mussed from my hands gripping and pulling, and I fall in love a little for a split second.
It’s probably a combination of hormones and horniness, so I don’t say anything, I just relish the sight of his head bobbing and swaying against my pussy as his fingers move in and out of me. It’s all so perfect.
“Yes,” I pant, squeezing my eyes shut so that the erotic sight of him making me cum doesn’t… make me cum too fast. “Flick my clit with your tongue just like that, just like that.” My arms stretch across the mattress, fingers grabbing at the fitted sheet beneath me for something to hold onto. Anything, or else I may float away in a bubble of twenty-six-year-old oral-sex-induced euphoria.
When I feel the loss of him, I look down to find him looking up at me with a tortured gleam in his eyes. “You’re driving me fucking wild with that mouth of yours.”
“I could say the same for you,” I pant, impressed with my ability to form words because the truth of it is, while I’m acting sexy and nonchalant, it’s been so fucking long since a man has touched me like this that I’m on the brink of explosion already. I’m not talking bottle rockets, I’m talking about the kind of explosion that lights up the sky and gets the attention of the whole world.
He blinks at me, and my heart does a stutter step. A strand of chocolatey hair falls across his face, and with a flick of his head, he tosses it back. “I like that you tell me what you want and don’t want,” he says, kissing my inner thighs in a way that makes my eyes sting. “Always do that, okay?”
I nod because I’m afraid that two-syllable word might turn that stinging into more if I say it.
“Now, I’m going to take my time exploring your pussy, one lick and kiss at a time. In a minute, you’re gonna have your legs pulled to your chest and my name will echo in this room.” He keeps his eyes on mine as his tongue explores me a bit more. “But not too loud. Don’t wanna wake Jetpack.”
I grab his head and nudge him deeper into me because when he thinks of my son in serious ways–not just bringing a stuffed animal here and asking what food he likes there–that really makes my eyes sting.
“Beau,” I whisper down to him. I take a long moment to memorize the beauty of his thick fingers buried deep in the fleshy parts of my thighs as he pins me open.
“Hmmm,” he moans into my spread lips, tasting me with long, slow passes of his tongue.
“It’s been a while,” I say, feeling sheepish but trying to be a big girl about the fact that I’m insanely close to cumming after like, five minutes of fooling around. But he buries his face deeper, and I don’t think he understands. “Babe,” I whisper and this time his eyes come up to mine, glassy and beautiful. He blinks a few times.
“Yeah?”
“It’s been me and the Rabbit for a long time.” I stroke my hand through his silky brown hair, enjoying how it slides between my fingers. “I’m,” I pause, struggling to find the words. “I’m very attracted to you, and very turned on…” I trail off, and let my eyes do the rest of the talking.
We share intimate eye contact before he nods once, and returns to my body. When he tastes me, it’s like he knows his time is limited. The tip of his fingers work small circles inside of me, spooling me tight, making me clench. He uses his tongue for short, hard flicks against my clit in between soft, slow kisses to it. The day has caught up with him and his cheeks are covered in light stubble, rubbing the insides of my thighs as I clench my legs around him. The feeling is electric, both slightly jarring but a lot exciting.
I’m so close. I kick my leg, predictably getting comfortable to hold them to my chest as he eats me to orgasm. I lift the sheet with my errant kick, and it brings me a rush of his scent; cologne, sweat and… my pussy.
“Beau,” I pant, dropping my palms on the back of his shoulder blades. My neck grows hot and the base of my brain does too, leaving me shaking my head against the pillow, still clawing at him.