“Goddamn, it’s too good. I can’t fuck something this pure and sweet.” I rest my forehead on her thigh and think about how bad I want to put my dick in her, but also how innocent this little pussy is. “I don’t want to ruin something so close to heaven.”
“Beau,” she says, and I look up into her bright blue eyes. They’re filled to the brim with need, and her body is shaking she’s so close to the edge. “Please, Beau, make love to me.”
I’ve kept her on edge the whole time to make it easier on her. But now that the moment is here, I don’t know if I can go through with it. What if I hurt her? I’m no small man, and her pretty little virgin pussy hasn’t so much as had a finger inside it.
“Please.” She moans as she closes her eyes and leans her head back. Her hips are moving like we’re already making love and it’s got me in a trance.
Reaching down, I undo my belt and slacks, then push them off, with my boxer briefs. I take my cock in my hand and just stare down at her pussy. I jerk off while I watch her pink wet cunt move up and down as she rocks her hips. I lick my lips, still tasting her sweetness on them and grunt as my balls ache to empty inside her.
“Please,” she moans again, and this time she moves a hand between her legs and starts to rub her pussy.
I growl because that pussy is mine, and I’m the one who gives it pleasure. She doesn’t need to do that, not while I’m living and breathing.
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her hand away and then bring her fingers to my mouth. I don’t break eye contact with her as I lick them off one by one. “If you want your pussy touched, you tell me. Got it?”
“I need you, Beau,” she whispers, and I nod.
I pull her hips to the edge of the couch so her ass is hanging off a little, and I kneel in front of her. Holding my cock with one hand and her hip with the other, I slowly slide her wet pussy down on my length.
The sight of her little pink pussy taking my long, thick cock is pornographic. It looks like there’s no way she’ll be able to take even an inch, but slowly she wiggles her way down the tip and onto the first inch.
She hisses at the bite of pain when I feel her pussy pop around my cock. I take my hand off my cock and move it to her clit. I pet it slowly as the tension in her body relaxes and her muscles ease.
“The worst is over,” I say, and sink a few more inches into her. “Now all you have to do is lie there and let me do all the work.”
Her blue eyes meet mine and she licks her lips as I slide her down the rest of the way. Her little pussy is so tight around my cock that it’s nearly choking me, but I don’t focus on that. Instead, I lean down so that her naked breasts are pressed against my chest and I can kiss her as we make love.
When I take her mouth, I can taste her pussy along with the strawberries and I moan at the flavor. Her body is wound tight and before I think she’s ready, she starts to move. The sensation of kissing her and the feel of her hard nipples against my chest, combined with her tight cunt working up and down my cock, it’s a death sentence for me.
I grab her hips to slow her down, but instead my inner beast demands I speed up. I’m possessed as I thrust into her in long, thick strokes. Her slick little cunt welcomes me home, and each time it’s tighter and hotter. I grunt with each thrust like an animal on top of her. But she’s saying my name and begging for more, and I’m a slave to her demands.
“Harder, Beau. Harder,” she cries out as her orgasm bears down on her.
I nearly black out at the filthy words that leave her innocent lips and do as she says. My cock is a machine made only to pleasure her, and I will not cum until she commands me to.
“I think, oh god, I’m cumming, Beau,” she gasps as she clings to me. “Cum with me.”
Those are the last words I hear before deafening echoes of pleasure roar in my ear. Whether it’s hers or my own, I won’t ever be sure, but I know that when I finally release inside of her body, my soul entwines with hers.
Chapter Eight
Dove
I watch Beau sleep and I can feel the goofy smile on my face. I swear my cheeks hurt from how much I’ve been doing that lately. And that’s not the only place that’s sore. I still feel the sweet ache between my legs from last night. It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined. Beau was perfect. For the first time since leaving school I feel calm and content. This is what I’ve been looking for.
In his sleep he looks more relaxed. His heavy breaths and weight on me let me know that he’s sleeping like a rock. I'm not surprised, because when I had to get up to pee this morning he didn't wake up. Just wrapped me back up when I got back into bed.
I glance over at the clock and know I need to get going. I’m supposed to be in early today since it’s Valentine’s Day, our busiest day of the year. But even knowing that, I really don’t want to leave this bed. Last night was the best night of my life.
Once we made love on the couch, he carried me into the bedroom and started all over again. Over and over again he gave me orgasms and kissed every inch of me. It was like he had to know every part of my body and then make it belong to him.
I think I’m in love with this man. I close my eyes and bite my lip. No, I know I am.
I wiggle free of his grip once again and he’s still sleeping like the dead. I stand up, then lean down over him and press my lips to his. I want one more to hold me over until I see him again. I wonder if that will be tonight. He hasn't said anything about Valentine’s Day, but after last night, I’m sure there’s more to come.
Doubt and insecurity slip past my bubble of love and I wonder for a moment if he has a date or something. I pull back and look at him. I can’t believe that to be true. Not with the way he loved my body. He touched me like I was the only woman in the whole world and nothing else mattered. Maybe that’s how people have sex, but it wasn't just sex. We made love. I know it because I can feel it to my core.
I place one more kiss on his lips before I straighten up and step away. I can’t let my mind get the best of me. I’ll just need to come out and ask Beau when I see him tonight. At least I hope I see him tonight. I don’t like the idea of not going to bed with him. One night sleeping in his arms has ruined me.
I look at my dress—which is a complete mess—and grab Beau’s shirt off the ground. I’m sure he won’t mind if I wear it. Next I grab a pair of joggers from a chair nearby and slip them on. I have to roll the waist a few times, but thankfully there’s a string that I can tighten. I grab my shoes and tiptoe out of the bedroom so I don’t wake him up. When I make my way down the hall and to the elevator, I look around at his place. Seeing Beau’s home reminds me of the different worlds we come from and I wonder how we’ll fit when the outside would starts to press in on us. I knew he was a lawyer, but from what I see he must be a very successful one.
I’m a young girl who works in a florist shop with no plans for tomorrow. At least I didn't have plans for tomorrow until last night. Now I think I could spend eternity with Beau. I take the elevator down and then head out onto the street and grab a cab. I think about last night over and over again and I smile all the way home.
When I open the door to my apartment, Tia comes flying out of her room. I texted her last night that I was staying at Beau’s and after that text she was blowing up my phone.
“Is this the walk of shame?” she asks excitedly.
“I feel no shame,” I say tartly but giggle and try to cover my face with my hands.
“You dirty girl.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “So?”
“It was amazing,” I admit, ready to tell someone. “I think I’m in love with him.”
She studies me for a moment and I see a trace of sorrow in her eyes. “Dove, be careful. You don’t really know this man. Men can be—” She’s cut off when there’s a banging on the door.
“Dove!”
My heartbeat races as I realize it’s Beau on the other side of the door.
I turn, flinging the door open in a panic thinking something might be wrong. Before I can open my mouth to ask what’s wrong, he’s on me instantly. He pulls me into his arms and his mouth lands on mine. His kiss is possessive and filled with so much need. As if he hasn't seen me in years. His hands tangle into my hair and he presses into me as if he can’t get us close enough.
When I finally pull back I’m out of breath, and he drops his forehead to mine. For a moment we’re both silent as we try to find the air in the room.
“Never mind what I was saying,” I hear Tia say, reminding me we aren't alone.
Beau’s body goes still for a moment and his face changes a little as he stands to his full height. He looks different like this.
“Hello, I’m Beau,” he says to Tia, introducing himself so formally.
“I’d hope so,” Tia laughs. “And I’m going back to bed.” With that, she turns and goes to her room.
“That’s Tia,” I tell him. “She’s not super friendly with new people.” I look him over and he looks a mess. His hair is wild. And he’s got on a T-shirt and joggers similar to the ones I’m wearing. It looks like he threw them on in a few seconds and didn't bother to think about what he was doing.