Page 46 of Beckon

Chandler’s hands were on her so fast her head spun. His kiss was brutal as he gripped her hips and pulled her back and forth along his impressive erection still hidden away in his pants. She rode the head of his cock through the drag of the clothes. The texture of the fabric coupled with the hardness of his length wasn’t like anything she’d imagined. There was just something so erotic about the soft versus hard. The warring stimuli was pushing her closer and closer to bliss.

The starting edge of her orgasm loomed. “Oh my god.” When the words fell from his lips like a prayer, then his wicked mouth was on her nipple, she tumbled over the edge.

Chandler kept her hips in motion but slowed the tempo. The too-sensitive sensations came next. They were most certainly not conducive to dress pants, but she didn’t think her knees would support her weight if she attempted to stand.

Instead, she loosened his tie all the way and tossed it in the growing pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Shifting his weight just a bit, he attempted to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way, but she batted his hands away. She needed the distraction.

His hands raised in mock surrender. “Who am I to interfere when the most beautiful lady in the state is trying to undress me?”

She scoffed but continued her quest. Pushing his shirt from his shoulders, Tami leaned back and just rubbed the expanse of skin she’d uncovered. And Chandler let her.

When she suspected her knees would function, she stood and removed his shoes and socks. It was all she could do not to call a time out and put both of their shoes neatly by the front door.

As she reached for the button of his pants, she turned her attention back to the shoes, then back to him. It was killing her to know they were just there, on the floor.

She guessed the key to ignoring them was orgasms because she didn’t think once about her heels while dry humping him earlier.

Gently nudging her hands away, Chandler rose and did the most romantic thing in the world. Her world anyway. He picked up the shoes and placed them neatly by the door.

Once that task was completed, he picked up the discarded clothes and stacked them on the chair. He didn’t fold them, but she let that pass because that super sweet, ridiculously thoughtful man was seeing to her needs in a way that most people wouldn’t be able to comprehend. That was love. She was watching it in all its half-naked glory, picking up clothes from the floor so she could be present in the moment.

He caught her eyes and winked before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his muscular thighs. She couldn’t even look to see what he wore underneath because she was watching the porn that was him slowly placing them on the chair. She saw a pair of boxers follow so she had her answer.

“Wow, there is something immensely sexy about you.”

“Oh yeah?” He flexed his pecs, and she watched the play of his muscles. The soft layer he complained about didn’t detract from any part of him at all.

“Yeah.” Dear lord, was that her voice?

Unable to wait another moment, Tami stepped toward him and kissed the chest that taunted her. The hands that buried in her hair stung her scalp but in a most delicious way. Chandler maneuvered her body and backed her up to the bed. It was an effortless transition from vertical to horizontal. His body followed hers down and their teeth clashed.

“Oh god, this is really happening.” Yet another thing she meant to be internal dialogue that wasn’t. She practically felt the color rise up her body from her soul. It was one thing for strangers to think she was weird, like a kid in a movie talking to dead people weird. It was entirely another to have the man she was about to do the deed with think she was.

That fear and embarrassment fled quickly when Chandler reminded her just how amazing he was.

“Damn, angel. You know how to make a man feel like he’s king of the world. I was just asking myself the same thing. It’s too good to be true.” He dropped his mouth to her breast and sucked her peaked nipple into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. “You’re too good to be true.” Chandler shimmied down her body, biting the same spot he had earlier. He wasn’t kidding about keeping her marked she realized.

“And yes, if I have anything to say about it, this is happening.” Tami lost her mind with one single swipe of his tongue. “Again and again and again.”

After the third or maybe fourth again, he didn’t speak for a while. He was too busy feasting on her body. The rhythm of his tongue was mind numbing and unpredictable. It kept her too close to the edge and not close enough.

She couldn’t take the torture for another second. Burying her hands in his hair she tried to steer him exactly where she needed. If that didn’t work, she’d pull him up her body.

The second option was the one she chose. She’d already had an orgasm without sex, the next one was going to be when they were so close, she wouldn’t know where he ended, and she began.

“Chandler, please. I need you.”

His tongue stopped immediately, and she caught his gaze from the valley between her breasts. There was a look there that quickly dissipated but bothered her. It was a cross between hesitation and sadness.

That worry fled when she could feel the heat of his cock at her entrance. Chandler’s stare was intense. She squirmed. More from his scrutiny than need. His lack of progression allowed self-doubt and insecurities—things she’d successfully shed with him—to creep back in.

“Is this what you want?” She swallowed, hard. “AmIwhat you want?”

Her words seemed to snap him out of whatever hold clutched him tightly. His arms wound under her shoulders and framed her face with his callused hands. “More than I want to breathe.” The smile and the sincerity of his words shoved everything aside except for them. No pasts and the baggage that came with it. No overthinking. No fears of not being good enough.

No doubts.

When Chandler dropped his lips to hers, she reached between their bodies and impaled herself on the part of him she’d only seen through a phone screen.

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