He pulled her up so he could feel her face next to his, then pressed his lips to her forehead, her closed eyes, her nose, and one of her cheeks, before he found her mouth. She responded with a low moan. Warm and willing, but still half asleep.
“Open your eyes, Josie,” he said. “I don’t want to miss this.”
He could feel her smiling against his lips when she answered, “Whatever you say, Mr. Prescott.”
But then she went still.
“What?” he asked.
“Your eyes,” she answered. “This is the first time I’ve seen them since you came home.”
Now it was his turn to go still. He hadn’t realized he wasn’t wearing his Ray-Bans. “Did you take my sunglasses off?”
“I thought maybe you’d be more comfortable without them.”
His heart once again seized with panic, but this time for different reasons. “Hand them to me.”
“But your eyes look fine without them. Just like they used to, in fact.” Her voice sounded a little breathless.
He knew that. That’s why he wore the sunglasses, so people wouldn’t see the man he used to be when they looked at him. “Hand them to me. Now.”
The bed creaked and he felt Josie’s small breasts brush his chest. A moment later, the glasses were placed in his hand. He jammed them on his face, and immediately felt better, sheltered and protected from things he’d rather not think about. He pulled Josie back into his arms, continuing with the kiss he had initiated earlier as if they’d never had the sunglasses conversation at all.
“What’s going on now?” he asked between kisses. “Talk to me.”
“I’m, um… kissing you. Or you’re kissing me. I guess we’re kissing each other.” She cleared her throat. “Your… thing is pressed into my kit kat. You’re, um… really excited.”
He stopped kissing her face and neck. “Just me?” He turned his whole body toward hers and pushed himself into her, pressing just hard enough to slip inside her warm folds, but not so hard that he got all the way in. “You’re not excited, too?”
“I’m—” her breath caught when he rocked against her, which was enough to tell him his bulge had successfully made contact with her clit. “I’m excited.”
He let his tongue lazily explore her neck before asking, “Excited enough, to let me all the way in?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “I think so.”
“You think so?” he repeated. “That’s not good enough, darlin. I’m going to need you to check.”
“Ch- check?”
He loved how nervous she sounded. “That’s right. I’ll be needing a confirmation of readiness before we go any further.”
“I’m ready,” she said. And this time she pushed herself against his rigid member. “I’m definitely ready.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What reason do you think I’d possibly have to lie about that?”
She probably thought frank question would be enough to get her off the hook, but Beau wasn’t having it. “What happened to ‘Whatever you say, Mr. Prescott’?”#p#分页标题#e#
There was a pause… then… “Whatever you say, Mr. Prescott.”
“I want confirmation,” he repeated.
“What kind of confirmation?”
“Why don’t you stick your hand down there and make sure you’re ready?”
Silence was his only answer.
He reluctantly let go of her and pushed back, putting some space between them. “I’m waiting,” he said.
More silence, but then the bed creaked, which he assumed meant she was actually doing what he said. Just the thought of her touching herself was enough to turn his morning wood into top-of-the-day steel. “Don’t forget to narrate, darlin’,” he said.
“I’ve got my fingers on my kit kat,” she said.
“Just on?” He let his hand descend to his own nether regions and found his dick nearly standing up straight it was so hard. “That’s not good enough. I want you to do a thorough exploration. From the inside. Put your index finger in.”
The bed creaked again, and he imagined her opening herself up and putting one finger into her wet snatch.
“It’s in,” she said, her voice tremulous.
“All the way in.”
More movement, and her voice rose in pitch when she answered, “Yes, all the way in.”
“And what are you findings?” he asked, stroking himself.
“I’m wet,” she answered.
“How wet?”