Page 18 of Never Really Mine
My hands reach out, pulling his face to mine so I can kiss him roughly, putting every pent-up feeling and emotion into my kiss. I don’t know what will happen after tonight, but I don’t think we can ever be more than this. The thought sends a twinge of pain into my heart, but I ignore it because I don’t want to be distracted. I need to be present for every moment of this.
Fingers curl around my back, sliding up to unhook my bra. Or, rather,attemptto unhook my bra. He groans into my mouth as he fumbles. I laugh softly, dropping my hands from his hair to help him.
I unclasp it, letting the straps slide down my shoulders. My breasts fall to my chest, no longer held up. They sag, the opposite of perky. Beau doesn’t care though. He hones in on my piercings.
“Jesus,” he says with a groan. “You’re so fucking sexy.” His fingers coast down my chest to pinch one of my nipples.
I gasp at the sensation. Since I’ve gotten them pierced, I haven’t been with anyone, so I don’t know what it feels like to have someone other than myself play with them. “Beau,” I breathe his name.
Beau lowers himself, his mouth descending onto one of my peaked nipples. His tongue flicks at it, teasing me with every movement. His teeth gently bite around the barbell, tugging until I nearly fall on the floor. My hands catch myself on the counter, and I feel my thin panties dampening with each passing moment.
His other hand is tugging and playing with my other nipple, sure not to leave it out. He pops off one side, switching to theother, and each tug and twist sends a zing of pleasure straight between my legs.
I buck against his touch, my body going haywire with everything he’s doing to me. He stops for a moment, and I immediately feel irritated.
“Up,” Beau says.
I look down at him, confused. “What?”
He gestures to the counter. “Up.” He rises back to his full height, hands reaching around behind my thighs. Beau helps me up onto the counter, and for a brief time, we are at an equal height.
The counter is cold against my ass, and I suck in a sharp breath at the change in temperature. Beau reaches to hook his finger under the hem of my underwear. He looks up at me, eyes questioning.
“Yes,” I murmur, leaning back on my palms, shifting my hips so he can slide them out from under me and down my legs. The cool air tingles my soaked pussy, and I sit forward, fighting an urge to cross my legs and hide.
I didn’t expect Beau,or anyone for that matter,to be between my legs tonight, but I can’t say I’m upset about it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about doing this,” Beau says, his voice low and gravelly. Unexpected heat forms in my stomach at his words. Does he really mean that? Has he really thought about doing this withme?
His eyes flick up to mine, a look of pure sin in them. A finger trails up between my thighs. He slides it between my slit, gathering the warmth and wetness from me. I shiver involuntarily, my head falling back on a gasp. Beau drops to his knees before me, and the feeling of looking down at him between my thighs is something powerful, something I never gave into imagining. He looks up at me, eyes hazy and glossed over.
The soaked finger taps at my entrance, gently sliding in as his mouth lands on my clit. He eats me out with everything he has, and I’m climbing toward a heavy release in mere moments. My heart pounds in my chest, my mind swimming with thoughts and emotion. What is going to happen after this? Will we ever be the same? I know these thoughts are important, but yet, this feels right at the same time. I reach out with one hand, leaving the other on the counter to hold my balance, and sink my fingers into his thick curls.
“Shit,” I gasp, as he flicks his tongue over my now sensitive clit. I tug on his hair, pulling him back off my clit.
Beau groans. “Not done yet.”
He holds me down by my thighs with one hand, the other sliding another finger inside me, pumping in and out slowly. He curls his fingers, and the motion has me crying out his name, jerking my body toward him.
My orgasm burns like a fire in me that has been building from embers for years. Beau fans the flame, fucking me with his fingers and mouth, harder and deeper until I’m exploding all over him, my wetness covering his bearded face. I breathe heavily as he continues, carrying me through the aftershocks, my cunt twitching around his fingers.
The drunken haze settles over me again, exhaustion heavy on my limbs. I let go of his hair, using my other hand to hold me up on the counter.
Beau stops his gracious touch, standing up, a boyish grin on his face. “Now I don’t have to wonder anymore,” he says as he pecks my lips softly. I can taste myself on him, but it doesn’t turn me off, it only makes me crave more. His eyes are glassy and lust filled.
“Wonder what?” I ask, leaning forward to rest my head on his chest, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. He smells familiar, comforting,right. I can feel his heart beating under mycheek, rapid and hard. I’m ready to crawl into the bed in the other room and sleep for twelve hours.
“What you sound like when you come. What you taste like.” His voice lowers nearly an octave, the rumble deep in his chest.
Suddenly, I no longer feel like crashing into the bed that was calling my name a moment ago to sleep. Now, I feel like crashing into it for a whole other reason. Beau’s erection presses against my center, still covered by his briefs, but my legs latch around his hips, keeping him close to me.
“Now it’s my turn,” I brazenly say, reaching between us to grip him.
“Not here,” he mutters, his voice shaky as I feel him for the first time. He pulls my hand away, guiding it up and around his neck. He grips under my thighs, lifting me off the counter.
I shriek, gripping him tighter. “Beau, put me down!”
“Absolutely not,” he says. He walks with ease out of the bathroom, into the small room with a huge king size bed in the middle. He drops me onto the middle of the bed, immediately climbing up between my legs, caging my head in with his arms, like he did in the elevator. He kisses me hard, like making up for lost time. He grinds his pelvis into mine, meeting my movements as I press into him, so eager to feel him. The fabric is rough against my sensitive clit, spurring the growing ache inside me a second time.
