Page 43 of French Quarter Heiress

I nod and with nimble fingers, I begin to unbutton his shirt. As each button comes undone, a new patch of his skin beckons me. The soft whispers of our clothes as they hit the floor are the only noise that fills the room apart from our steady breathing.

Our bodies entwine on the king-sized bed. Beau's hands travel up my back while mine are tangled in his tousled hair. He trails kisses along my jawline, down my throat, and further below, making me gasp and writhe beneath him.

My hands glide over his back, caressing each muscle and scar on their journey downwards. I feel him shiver under my touch before he lifts himself onto his elbows to look at me. There's an intensity in Beau’s gaze that speaks volumes about his longing for me.

Slowly, sensually, I remove his jeans and pull them down over his hips where he kicks them off. Next, come his boxers. His cock springs free and I take it gently in my hands stroking it.

His moan of pleasure fuels me and I take as much of his hardened length as I can in my mouth.

His hand finds my hair, his fingers tangling in it as he lets out another moan. I continue to pleasure him, stroking and sucking him to the brink of ecstasy before easing off, drawing out the moment. His body tenses under me, a strangled groan escaping his lips.

His pleasure is sweet as I taste him, fingers tracing the soft lines of his defined abdominals, causing him to shudder beneath me.

“Fuck, Elise,” he moans as I continue to pleasure him with my mouth.

His words spur me on, his groans and sighs filling the room. I feel a sharp pang of pleasure at his reaction, my heart pounding in my chest as my body responds to his every sound. I take him even deeper into my mouth, while I move my hand down to cradle his balls gently.

It seems to be too much for him, his body convulses in pleasure beneath me. His hand leaves my hair and his grip moves to the sheets, gripping them tightly as I continue.

The sounds coming from him are pure bliss and passion. They fill my senses and send a shockwave of need coursing through my veins.

Finally, he pushes me away gently, a look of pure desire on his face. "Your turn," he pants heavily.

In one swift motion, he flips us over so that he is now on top. I gasp in surprise but quickly relax into the soft bed as he showers my body with gentle kisses.

He traces his lips down my neck, across my breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth and suckling softly, making me moan with pleasure.

As he travels further down, he slides off my panties with ease, exposing me fully to him. There's love and admiration in his eyes as he looks at me.

His hands are everywhere, trailing down my sides, over my ribs, dipping low to the dip of my waist. He glides lower, his fingers brushing against the lace of my panties as a shiver wracks my body. His touch is electric, setting my skin on fire as he pulls them off me.

He takes his time with me, exploring every curve and crevice of my body. His mouth kisses a wet trail down my stomach. He looks up at me from beneath his eyelashes, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

Beau continues his journey downwards, leaving a warm trail of kisses on my stomach before reaching the apex of my thighs.

The first swipe of his tongue is hesitant but oh-so intoxicating. My fingers tangle in his hair as he proceeds to explore me with infinite patience and skill.

He licks a line up the sensitive spot between my legs and I can't stop the moan that escapes me. His touch is gentle but firm, teasing but pleasing in a way that makes my toes curl.

His tongue flicks over sensitive nerves and I gasp out loud, my fingers blindly reaching out to tangle in his hair as he continues. He tastes every inch of me, drawing out sounds from deep within me that I didn’t know existed.

"Beau," I whimper out loud as an intense bout of pleasure washes over me.

He only hums in response, sending delightful vibrations through my lower body. My thighs shake with the effort to keep them steady while Beau continues to taste me.

Beau’s soft moans vibrate against my most intimate part and I can't help but buck against his mouth. His fingers join his tongue creating an exquisite sensation that has me panting and writhing beneath him.

My heart pounds in my chest, the rhythm echoing in my ears over Beau's own ragged breaths as his mouth works magic between my thighs. He alternates between long, languid strokes and quick, sharp flicks of his tongue, each one causing a jolt of pleasure to rocket through me. My hips arch towards him, craving more contact with the sensations he's eliciting from me.

His hands reach up to grip my breasts, kneading them in time with the strokes of his tongue. The combination of his mouth and hands on me nearly sends me spiraling over the edge.

He seems to sense how close I am and slows down, drawing out the moment as long as possible. His movements become more deliberate, more teasing until I'm whimpering his name and begging for release.

"Beau," I plead in a breathy whisper. "Please."

He hums against me again and I shudder at the feeling, my fingers tightening in his hair.

Finally, he relents and gives me what I've been begging for. With a few final flicks of his tongue and a soft suckle on my clit, I unravel beneath him. My toes curl into the sheets and a cry tears from my lips as pleasure overtakes me.

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