He held her breasts and moved from one nipple to the other, over and over, pulling them into his hot mouth, circling them with his tongue, grazing them with his teeth until she was a mindless puddle of arousal.
“See, this is what I mean,” he whispered roughly. “So responsive. You love that, don’t you, beautiful?”
“I do.” The words were torn out of her. “I love it. Oh my God, it feels so good. But I need more, Beck.”
“Here?” He again cupped her pussy.
She pulsed against his palm, her hips lifting. “Yesssss. Oh, please.”
“Mmm. That’s what I’m talking about. Want me to make that feel better? Want me to lick that sweet pussy?”
She wanted him inside her, but she wasn’t about to say no to more of his talented mouth after experiencing it last night. He was already moving, kissing his way over her belly, nuzzling the patch of gold hair at the apex of her thighs, opening his mouth on one inner thigh in a slow kiss. His big hands eased her thighs farther apart, running up and down the sensitive skin there, and she shivered with delight.
Beck paused, as if he’d noticed her response, and drew his fingertips up and down along her inner thighs. She quivered, her abs tightening, her nipples tingling. He smiled.
“This is gonna be so much fun,” he whispered, looking up at her over her body with a carnal half-smile. “Exploring your sexy body and finding all the places that make you shake. All the places that make you scream.”
His words were as arousing as his touch, so frank and so appreciative. She’d never experienced anything like this, being the object of such intense sexual focus. It was dizzying. Exhilarating. Terrifying.
He lowered his mouth to her pussy. His hands bestowed sweeping caresses over her waist and hips and thighs as he licked everywhere, sucked gently at soft furrows, probed with his tongue, and nibbled with his lips. Her body burned everywhere, her fingers convulsing against the bedcovers, her head rolling helplessly.
Then she emitted a shocked gasp when his big hands lifted her again and flipped her to her belly. “Oh!” She turned her head to look behind her and saw Beck’s dark, hungry expression as he studied her ass.
He cupped her cheeks and squeezed experimentally. Her skin pulled up into gooseflesh and her pussy clenched. “Gorgeous,” he muttered. “Perfect.” And he shocked her yet again by lowering his face to her butt and kissing it. And again, lingering, openmouthed kisses over one curve, then the other. He slid his tongue up one cheek, then the other, then laid another soft kiss at the base of her spine. Tingles danced up her back to her neck. He lifted her hips so her pussy was available to him and worshipped her again from behind, with fingers and tongue and lips. She quivered and moaned.
“Oh, baby, you taste so sweet. Love this perfect pink ass.” He rubbed a palm over it and she ached for a deeper touch. More nibbles had her panting into the bedcover. More licks had her whimpering wordlessly. His hands gripped her cheeks and he bestowed long, lush licks up and down, pausing to presumably study her between each stroke. Fire burned in her core.
He buried his face in her ass again and heat shot straight to her clit. Her head lifted. “Oh my God!”
His hands gripped her hips to hold her still as he ate at her as if he wanted to devour her. His beard rasped against her sensitive skin, abrading it as his lips and tongue worked over her pussy. Helpless little sobs spilled from her lips at the overwhelming sensation.
When his tongue circled her clit, every nerve ending in her body went on alert, and when he licked over the bundles of nerves, she jolted. He worked her clit with his tongue. Shaking uncontrollably, her hands curled into fists and she muffled on the bed the embarrassingly needy sounds that poured from her mouth. The need was too sharp, too consuming. She needed release, burned for it. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth and every sensation coalesced into an explosion. Her hips bucked against his face, his beard rough on sensitive flesh, his mouth eating at her and eating at her until she collapsed in limp exhaustion.
“Oh, baby.” He smoothed a hand up her back and moved over her to lay a hot kiss between her shoulder blades. “That was stunning.”
“Ungh.”
He gently rolled her to her back and she dragged her eyes open to see him looming over her, broad and powerful. He produced a condom from somewhere—presumably he’d found it before he took off his jeans—rolled it on, then stretched out over her. She bent her knees and welcomed him between her legs, amazed at the beauty of his body, the lean hips, strong core, powerful shoulders. And yet he touched her with such gentleness—with control, yes, but also with a tender strength. He kissed her mouth and she tasted her own essence faintly on his lips and tongue, and the eroticism of that had her belly fluttering. She kissed him back, her fingertips on his chest. He slid a hand beneath her neck and with his other hand grasped his cock and found her entrance.