Page 33 of Body Shot

“Oh, baby, you taste so sweet. Love this perfect pink ass.” He rubs a palm over it and I ache for a deeper touch. More nibbles have me panting into the bedcover. More licks have me whimpering wordlessly. His hands grip my cheeks and he bestows long, lush licks up and down, pausing to presumably study me between each stroke. Fire burns in my core.

He buries his face in my ass again and heat shoots straight to my clit. My head lifts. “Oh my God!”

His hands grasp my hips to hold me still as he eats at me as if he wants to devour me. His beard rasps against my sensitive skin, abrading it as his lips and tongue work over my pussy. Helpless little sobs spill from my lips at the overwhelming sensation.

When his tongue circles my clit, every nerve ending in my body goes on alert, and when he licks over the bundle of nerves, I jolt. He works my clit with his tongue. Shaking uncontrollably, my hands curl into fists and I muffle on the bed the embarrassingly needy sounds that pour from my mouth. The need is too sharp, too consuming. I need release, burn for it. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth and every sensation coalesces into an explosion. My hips buck against his face, his beard rough on sensitive flesh, his mouth eating at me and eating at me until I collapse in limp exhaustion.

“Oh, baby.” He smoothes a hand up my back and moves over me to lay a hot kiss between my shoulder blades. “That was stunning.”

“Ungh.”

He gently rolls me to my back and I drag my eyes open to see him looming over me, broad and powerful. He produces a condom from somewhere, presumably he found it before he took off his jeans, rolls it on, then stretches out over me. I bend my knees and welcome him between my legs, amazed at the beauty of his body, the lean hips, strong core, powerful shoulders. And yet he touches me with such gentleness—with control, yes, but also with a tender strength. He kisses my mouth and I taste my own essence faintly on his lips and tongue, and the eroticism of that has my belly fluttering. I kiss him back, my fingertips on his chest. He slides a hand beneath my neck and with his other hand grasps his cock and finds my entrance.

The feel of him entering me, pushing inside me with slow insistence, along with his gaze focused on me so intently has my body trembling again. My lips part, trying to pull air into my burning lungs. He reaches for my ass with his free hand. I pull my knee up and back and he sinks deeper inside me with thrilling pressure. He buries his face in the side of my neck, his breath hot and rough on my skin, and his hips begin to power against me, his cock sliding in and out with exquisite friction.

I’m close to another orgasm, unbelievable! My chin lifts and my eyes close. I slide a hand into his hair, loosening the knot as he sucks on the side of my neck, the mattress bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts. He slows the pace, lifts his head to gaze down at me, eyes burning. He touches my face, brushing his index finger over my bottom lip, and I meet his eyes and hold that gaze. Heat explodes around us and I suck his finger into my mouth and close my lips around it.

“Oh, baby.”

He kisses me again slowly. He reaches for my leg, caresses my calf, then finds my hand and draws it around to set it on his firm ass. He slides his tongue over my neck again and resumes his strokes. I help pull him tight to me with my hand on the big flexing muscle of his ass and I rock my hips up into his to find the pressure I need . . . oh yes . . . there . . .

He thrusts faster. The bed bounces. The abrasion on my clit has sensation twisting up tight and hot inside me yet again . . . maybe I haven’t even stopped coming from the last orgasm. This one doesn’t explode, but rather washes over me in a delicious wave of pleasure that spreads from my center to my toes and fingers and hairline and I cry out at the sweetness of it.

“Oh yeah. That’s it, baby. Come on my dick. Feels so good, squeezing me like that. It’s making me come too . . . aw fuck yeah.” And his body goes still and tight against me, still except for the pulsing of his cock inside me.

We cling together, panting, hearts pounding, skin damp.

When I can move, I sweep my hands over the strong curves of his back, down to his tight buttocks to squeeze, then up to hold his shoulders. I kiss the front of one shoulder and let out a long, satisfied breath.

“Fucking amazing,” Beck mumbles against my jaw. He rises to kiss my mouth, then rolls to his side, bringing me with him, pulling my thigh over his hip, keeping us joined. “Damn.”

My breath quivers as I draw it into my lungs, emotion swamping me. I love that he seems to be as affected as me, that he seemed to enjoy that as much as I did.

“Enjoy” isn’t even a strong enough word for what I just experienced. I floated. I flew. Iluxuriatedin the voluptuous sensation. I feel as if it was. . . life changing. Like nothing will ever be the same.

9

BECK

I palm Hayden’s ass, holding her against me. Jesus. My brain might have short-circuited from that orgasm.

Feeling her come around me, holy fuck, that was hot. I’m not sure exactly why this was different. Must be because she’s so . . . untouched. Not virginal, clearly. She’s had sex. But I have a feeling that much of this is new to her, from the way she reacted, the way she seemed blown away, the way her tightly-fastened buttons loosened up with a little coaxing and let out all that latent sensuality. I fuckinglovegiving that to her.

Wait a minute.She’s the one who likes to analyze everything. Why am I even thinking about this? I should just be enjoying it. Living in the moment. As I always do.

This is fun. That’s all there is to it. And I can give her more fun, in lots of different ways.

“Wow,” she murmurs. “I can barely speak.”

I kiss her temple. “Know the feeling, beautiful.”

Our bodies calm, our breath easing, hearts slowing. My dick softens enough that I know I have to pull out and ditch the latex. I give her one final kiss before sliding out of her body and rolling off the bed. I head toward a door that appears to be a bathroom. Yep. I step in and take care of business.

Wow, I really violated my rule about more than one night. And yet I can’t feel sorry about it. I kept preaching at Hayden to just enjoy the moment, and I need to do the same and not get all freaked out about what I’ve done.

I’ll leave here and that’ll be it. Panties replaced. A little fun at the beach. A little more hot sex. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all.

When I emerge from the bathroom, Hayden is out of bed, standing near a dresser wearing a long loose T-shirt that covers her from neck to knee. She looks cute, her hair all tousled and lips swollen.

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