Beck crawls forward and drapes his naked body over mine, burning me his nearness, making me gasp even though he isn't touching me.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” he growls into my ear, drawing back and pushing my knees apart. “Tell me you don't feel this, Emilie.” He presses a hand to my belly, rekindling that burn into a fire. Absently, I remember that we haven't used a single condom. Not one. I look up at Beck and find that I'm having a hard time breathing. I could ask him to use one now, but … I don't want him to. I want to feel his body bare against mine. Now that I've had it, I'm feeling selfish. I don't want a piece of latex separating us. Shit. Future Tease is going to have problems. Present Tease is living in the moment with Beck Evans and couldn't give a shit less.
“Feel what?” My voice is a whisper as I watch him lower himself, sliding his arms under my thighs and reaching around them, using my hips as handles again. I'm going to be so, so sore there come Monday. I lean my head back into the pillow and relax my arms. I'm still not entirely comfortable with this, but he's wooed me into it, denying me yesterday, teasing me today. I just need something from him, and this is going to be it. I reach my hands up and grab onto the headboard.
“The explosion,” he whispers against my pussy, his breath alone causing me to gasp and buck my hips. What if he's staring at it? Nobody's seen that, not even me. What the fuck am I thinking? But then Beck's lips press gently against my folds and I collapse into the bed, spine going limp, muscles turning to jelly. I groan so loud I'm sure the people in the next room can hear us. He starts out slow, kissing me gently down there, pressing his mouth to my inner thighs, my knees, and then working his way back until he lands on my clit. “The fuckin' magic,” he says, his words a physical force against my body, his breath teasing me to the point of tears.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, trying not to sound like I'm begging for it. But I kind of am, so that's okay. “Just fuck me.” Beck laughs, and I almost scream. It feels so good it's almost painful.
“Not yet. I told you, you ain't gettin' out of here without tasting all the flavors, honey.” More words, more breath, followed by more kisses. I bite my lower lip so hard it bleeds. His warm tongue invades me now, sliding up along the crease between my legs, finding my clit and moving gently over it, like a feather.
“Fuck,” I moan, squeezing my hands even tighter around the wood spindles. “Fuck, Beck. Stop. I can't do this.”
“You can, and you will,” he tells me in a deep rumble, flicking his tongue a little harder against my clit. “And you'll love every damn second of it.” His finger finds my opening, pushing inside, giving me a taste of what I want but stopping short of the real thing. It's maddening. I just want that feeling of fullness, of completeness, of being joined with another human being for a perfect moment in time.
“I want it,” I growl at him, but he doesn't stop. He keeps kissing me, alternating hard flicks of his tongue with the soft, gentle press of his lips. “I want it now.” Beck thrusts his finger inside of me again, moving in a gentle rocking rhythm. Slowly, he inserts a second, taking away a bit of the pressure but not enough. My spine feels tight, like it's curling from the buildup, twisting inside of me until I want to thrash and scream. “Beck,” I whimper, dropping my hands down and tangling them in his hair, pulling hard and trying to get him to come up to me.
The man doesn't budge.
Instead, he puts a third finger inside of me and sucks the hard bud of my clit gently into his mouth.
“Ah, please stop,” I whisper, my voice close to breaking. “Please stop. Beck, please.” He ignores me, scraping his teeth gently along the most sensitive part on my fucking body. I do scream then, bucking my hips hard and coming up against firm resistance. Beck won't let me move. I yank at his hair and thrash, but I can't get him to budge. “Beck, no!” I scream as he continues to move his fingers in and out, slowly but surely, his mouth sucking on my clit with a firm but gentle pressure. “Beck!” This last one comes out in a screech and them I'm throwing my head back into the pillows and groaning like the air's just been knocked from my lungs. Unintelligible sounds scrape from my throat and drown me until I collapse into a near weeping puddle. The orgasm was good, but it wasn't enough. Not enough. “Beck,” I whisper as he chuckles against my body and plants one, last kiss on my clit. His fingers slide out, leaving me empty and desperate for it.
“At your fuckin' service,” he growls, sliding his body up mine, touching his wet fingers to my left breast and massaging it with a firm grip before dropping his mouth to my pert nipple, standing up like a pink soldier at attention. I arc my hips against him, begging for it with my body. I don't think I can take anymore. I'm not used to this heat, this passion. I have never in my life even come close to experiencing the depth of feeling I've got going on right now. Beck is stirring my apathetic soul awake.