Page 32 of Body Shot

He makes a rough noise in his throat, then turns me. He dips his knees to align our bodies and presses his erection into my pussy, then captures my lips with his. I taste the mints we both ate on the way home and Beck’s unique, addicting taste. His tongue slides into my mouth, strong and sleek, exploring and tasting me thoroughly. We both make soft noises of need and pleasure as our kisses go on and on.

He curves one hand over my ass and pulls me up tighter against him while his other hand slides into my hair and twists up in it. His controlling kisses seduce me into a quivery puddle of lust, his firm lips and tongue moving over mine. His strong body emanates heat and power and I’m filled with an overwhelming feeling that I can’t get enough of him.

With a couple of steps, he moves me backward to my bed, easing me onto it and coming down over me. His mouth slides over my cheek, my jaw, nips at my earlobe, then sucks gently on the side of my neck. His ragged breathing echoes in my ears as he licks his way down my throat and kisses my wildly fluttering pulse. His nose rubs along my upper chest above the neckline of my T-shirt.

“Want this off,” he mutters, pushing up onto his knees and reaching for the hem of the shirt. He yanks it off over my head, then pauses to study me. “Goddamn,” he mutters thickly. “You’re so damn sexy. I want to sink my cock so deep inside you right now.”

I whimper and curl my fingers into the puffy duvet.

“Let’s get you out of the rest of those clothes.”

My bra disappears, then my shorts and panties, leaving me lying naked in front of him as he rips his own T-shirt over his head.

All the oxygen is sucked out of my lungs as I gaze at him while he unzips his jeans. Sweet Jesus, he’s ripped. I knew last night he was built, but I didn’t see him naked. Tattoos curl around bulging biceps and crawl up over one shoulder. His pecs are firm, his abdomen ridged, and I followed the lines of defined obliques lower as he shoves his jeans down along with his underwear. Another soft cry chokes me as I regard his cock, magnificently thick and thrusting from a patch of dark masculine hair.

He kicks off the jeans, grips my waist and easily lifts me higher on the bed. “There. Spread those beautiful thighs, sweetheart. Let me see if that pretty pussy is ready for me.”

Heat scalds my cheeks but I obey, parting my legs.

His hot fascinated gaze stares at me so intimately, and then he reaches out to run his fingers up through my slit. “Oh yeah. You’re ready.”

I bite my lip. I’ve been ready since early this afternoon when I relived last night’s activity, touching myself to relieve that tormenting ache there.

But even though he said he wants to sink his cock deep inside me, he moves over me and kisses me again. His mouth eats leisurely at mine, licking and sucking, then he slowly kisses his way down to my chest. This time he cups both breasts, plumping them together, squeezing them, admiring them before he lowers his head to take one nipple in his mouth and suck.

“Damn, baby.” He licks the swollen tip. “You have amazing nipples.”

I swallow dryly, dazed. “I do?”

“Fuck yeah.” He pulls the other one into his mouth and tugs on it. More streamers of pleasure course through me, converging at my core in a hot throb, filling my pussy with melting warmth. My pelvis lifts instinctively.

He holds my breasts and moves 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 I’m a mindless puddle of arousal.

“See, this is what I mean,” he whispers roughly. “So responsive. You love that, don’t you, beautiful?”

“I do.” The words are torn out of me. “I love it. Oh my God, it feels so good. But I need more, Beck.”

“Here?” He again cups my pussy.

I pulse against his palm, my 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?”

I want him inside me, but I’m not about to say no to more of his talented mouth after experiencing it last night. He’s already moving, kissing his way over my belly, nuzzling the patch of hair at the apex of my thighs, opening his mouth on one inner thigh in a slow kiss. His big hands ease my thighs farther apart, running up and down the sensitive skin there, and I shiver with delight.

Beck pauses, as if he noticed my response, and draws his fingertips up and down along my inner thighs. I quiver, my abs tightening, my nipples tingling. He smiles.

“This is gonna be so much fun.” He looks up at me over my 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 are as arousing as his touch, so frank and so appreciative. I’ve never experienced anything like this, being the object of such intense sexual focus. It’s dizzying. Exhilarating. Terrifying.

He lowers his mouth to my pussy. His hands bestow sweeping caresses over my waist and hips and thighs as he licks everywhere, sucks gently at soft furrows, probes with his tongue and nibbles with his lips. My body burns everywhere, my fingers convulsing against the bedcovers, my head rolling helplessly.

Then I emit a shocked gasp when his big hands lift me again and flip me to my belly. “Oh!” I turn my head to look behind me and see Beck’s dark, hungry expression as he studies my ass.

He cups my cheeks and squeezes experimentally. My skin pulls up into gooseflesh and my pussy clenches. “Gorgeous,” he mutters. “Perfect.” And he shocks me yet again by lowering his face to my butt and kissing it. And again, lingering, open-mouthed kisses over one curve then the other. He slides his tongue up one cheek, then the other, then lays another soft kiss at the base of my spine. Tingles dance up my back to my neck.

He lifts my hips so my pussy is available to him and worships me again from behind, with fingers and tongue and lips. I quiver and moan.

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