Part 19 (1/2)

”So f.u.c.king good.” I take a minute to let her adjust to my size as I get used to not wearing a condom. Her walls hug me tight and the sensation of flesh on flesh almost pushes me to lose my load.

”I need you to move, Beau,” she begs, ready before I am. I don't comply with her needs; instead, I let myself sink deeper.

After a few moments of controlling the urge, I start to rock my hips. Slow to start with, building my rhythm, each deliberate stroke pulling her closer to the edge with me.

”Faster,” she moans, tipping her hips up to meet each thrust.

”Put your hands above your head, darlin'. Wanna see those perfect t.i.ts,” I order. My b.a.l.l.s tense getting ready to explode. She follows my orders, and if my c.o.c.k could be any harder, it would.

”Good girl, keep your hands there, you hear me?” She nods, her eyes rolling back.

”Words, Kenz. I need words.”

”Yes, Beau. I won't touch. Even though I want more than anything to touch you, I'm going to keep my hands on the boring bed.” My grin grows wider at her unconventional way of submission.

f.u.c.k, what I could do to her and her sa.s.sy mouth.

I pick up my speed, my resolve all but gone and start to unleash faster, rougher strokes into her. Her fingers fist the blanket.

”I'm there, oh, yes, yes, yes!” she cries out, her hands move to her head, pulling her hair as her walls spasm around my c.o.c.k, gripping me as she rides out her release. It's enough to set me off. My b.a.l.l.s squeeze tight before exploding into her. Waves of pulsating pleasure roll through me as I empty the longest release of my life inside of her.

”f.u.c.k, darlin'.” My pulse quickens as I thrust my hips over and over. The sounds of my b.a.l.l.s slapping against her fade out as our ragged breaths fill the room.

”It's never...” She sucks in a sharp breath. ”The piercing...” Her head falls to the side as she gives up. I keep sliding slowly in and out of her. My c.u.m mixed with her arousal spills out between us with each motion, but neither one of us moves to stop it.

Jesus when was the last time I came that hard?

Never.

”Darlin', I don't even know where to start.” Pulling a deep breath through my nose, I will my racing heart to calm as I finally pull out of her.

”Is it always like that?” She starts to laugh, her body shaking underneath me.

”I'll let you know after the second round.” I look down at her. A deep, red blush covers her chest and a small sated smile paints her lips.

I really f.u.c.king hope so.

Nineteen.

Mackenzie I wake with a startle the following morning. Naked and exhausted, my mind's full of images from the night before.

”Oh, G.o.d. Yep it happened,” I tell the empty room. I roll to sit up, and my body protests in a good way.

Turning my head, I check the time on my alarm clock. Ten-o-five. Though I'm not surprised, I still curse myself. I hate sleeping in this late.

The price you pay when you stay up till sunrise, letting a man f.u.c.k you silly, Mackenzie.

My mind flicks back to the moment Beau walked into my room last night and saw me getting undressed.

I was angry, hurt, but most of all I was done. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me that gave me the confidence to stand there and expose myself to him, or maybe it was my need driving me.

Need to be wanted. To be devoured. By him.

I'm not sure what made me do it, but I knew standing there would be our last chance. He reacted, thank G.o.d, but what shocked me the most was how he handed all control over to me. He said it wasn't something he wanted to throw me into, but I still picked up the subtle commands, the way he reacted when I sa.s.sed him back, and how he decided when I came. They were only indirect, but I still caught them and obeyed immediately.

It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. If anyone had asked me prior to last night if I've had hot and heavy s.e.x before, I'd have said yes, plenty of times. But now? Now I can honestly say after last night, I've only experienced that level of arousal with one man. Beau.

He was different. He took the time to take me there. To make me come apart before even thinking about trying to get himself there. Yeah, the men I've been with always made sure I came, but not like Beau. Not where I was begging to stop.

After the first round, we took a shower, both of us exploring each other. By the time we were dry, we were ready for round two. Beau took control the second time, and surprisingly, I wanted more. I never thought I would see myself handing over so much. I know Beau hasn't even begun to show me what he likes, and while it scares me a little, it's not enough to push me away. I want to try to please him. I want to show him I would and could do anything he asked.

Even if my comfort level is tested.

The smell of coffee brings me back to the present. Pus.h.i.+ng all of last night's activities away for now, I roll out of bed and throw on his s.h.i.+rt. I forgo panties and go in search of him.

I find him in the kitchen, resting against the counter. Feet crossed in front of him, coffee mug in hand. His only clothing is boxer shorts, and I can't help but stare.

His body is a contradiction of hard and smooth: broad, high shoulders, firm chest with pecs that bulge beneath the skin.

Smooth line after line separate ripples of ab muscle. His waist is narrow, hips lean and his a.s.s. Ugggh, his a.s.s is tight.

Seriously, the man is dangerously s.e.xy.

”Morning.” I stop my ogling and step over the threshold, a little unsure how to act. Do I go to him? Pretend like nothing happened?

There's no doubt last night was incredible. We both gave into temptation, and spoke about taking things slow, but would he regret it today? Would he pull away from me like he did last night in the kitchen?

He looks up at my voice. ”Morning, darlin'.” I hang back, still feeling self-conscious and maybe even clueless. ”You gonna stand there making this awkward, or you gonna come give me a kiss?” he asks, driving my nerves away.

”I thought I would just watch you there in your underwear all morning,” I sa.s.s back, before moving toward him.

He places his mug on the counter next to him and opens his arms for me to step in close.

”Is this a new dress code I'm not aware of?” he asks just as I press my mouth to his. His beard brushes against my lips, sending a zing straight to my c.l.i.t, reminding me how it felt to have him between my legs.

”Hmm,” I murmur as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, coaxing them open and reclaiming my mouth. He tastes like coffee and Beau. The perfect mix I need this morning. The kiss takes on new life, as our tongues tangle, reuniting like long lost loves. Beau's hands come to either side of my face, cupping me closer to him.

”Geez, woman, I've been missing out on this every morning?” He pulls his lips away and leans his forehead to mine.

”What can I say, it's the beard.” He throws his head back in a deep laugh before planting a kiss on my forehead.

”I need coffee,” I tell him, almost desperate. He releases his hold on me and lets me step back. I don't waste any time and take myself to the glorious coffee pot.

”Gotta say, I'm liking our new dress code, darlin'.”

I look over my shoulder at the playful tone in his voice and catch him checking out my legs. I turn back, roll my eyes and reach up into the cabinet for a mug. His s.h.i.+rt rises with me and I feel a little naughty knowing I just teased him.