Page 84 of Moms of Mayhem
The moan that came out of me was something I’d never heard before. When his thumb pressed down on my clit, I exploded. My body shook with the tremors, coming so hard I squeezed my eyes shut.
Beckett’s mouth crashed back down on mine, swallowing the sound, and I looped my hands around his back, holding him to me as I rode the wave of ecstasy.
I could feel his heart thundering under my palm, matching my own. When my body finally sagged into the mattress, he rested his forehead on mine, arms flexed on either side of my head. “Well, that was fun.”
A low laugh rumbled out of my chest, and I dropped my arms to the side of the mattress. “You’re not even undressed yet.”
He rubbed his jeans-clad hips across my thigh to prove my point, and I felt how hard he was beneath the fabric. “Good thing I’m nowhere near done with you.”
I pushed on his shoulder until he fell to my side. The moonlight hit him even more so as he splayed out on his back, and I climbed up on my knees to take in the view.
“My eyes are up here.” He put his hands behind his head, a cocky smirk on his face as he watched me watch him. The pose made every single muscle in his tattooed arms flex,and he knew it. I shook my head but couldn’t stop my smile even if I tried.
“Who said it’s your eyes I’m interested in?” My hands slid under the waistband of my panties, and I slid them off my hips, throwing them onto the pile across the room.
His nostrils flared, staring at where I was now completely bare to him. It took several seconds for his eyes to meet mine again, and I couldn’t help but smirk just the way he had before.
“My eyes are up here.”
“And what pretty eyes they are.” His hand reached out and settled on my ass. Fingers dug in as he pulled me down over his chest, bringing my mouth up to his in another searing kiss.
His hand followed mine down to his waistband, freeing him of his jeans and boxers until he laid bare next to me. My heart raced as I stared down at his cock, watching his hand circle the thick shaft then slide up to the head, squeezing gently.
“I don’t bite,” he said when I’d stared a beat too long. “Hopefully you don’t either.”
I laughed, then let my hand drift down to his. He let go of his shaft to give me room, and I closed my fingers around him.
“How do you like it?” I asked, suddenly unsure I knew how to do any of this, even though I’d been married for 16 years. My entire sexual history sat with Ryan, who would’ve already flipped me on my back, finished inside me, and been in the shower by now.
Beckett’s arms went back behind his head, his eyes closed and nostrils flared. “I like it when you’re touching me. As simpleas that.”
My hand moved up and down him, running across the silky-smooth feel of his skin, and my mouth watered. “Can I taste you?”
A stuttered laugh came out of Beckett’s mouth, and his arms dropped to the side. “I don’t know, want to marry me?”
I grinned, then moved between his legs, my mouth hovering just over him. He grabbed a pillow and put it behind his head, his eyes half-lidded and focused intently on me. My tongue snaked out, licking just under the head in a teasing taste, and Beckett’s fingers tightened in the sheets.
I did it again, and he inhaled so sharply, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Put me in your mouth, Emmy.”
A wave of heat washed through me at the bossy tone, my eyes finding his in the dark.
“Slide my dick across your tongue as far as you can go. Let me feel how badly you want me to fuck you.”
It was my turn to pant, but I did as he said. My lips opened, and I slid my mouth down his shaft, my hand sliding down to cover what I couldn’t get into my mouth.
“Fuck yes,”Beckett said, his fingers resting gently in my hair. He didn’t guide my movements, but held my head, as if he couldn’t help but touch me too.
When I slid him to the back of my throat, taking him as deep as I could, we both groaned until he pulled out of my mouth. I stared up at him, worried I’d done something wrong, until he dropped his feet off the bed and grabbed his jeans.
Seconds later, he was back, a little foil packet gleaming in the low light. He put it in between his teeth and ripped, pulling out the condom inside.
Beckett slid the condom down his shaft. “On your back.”
I scrambled to comply, my chest rising and falling as Igave into the wave of lust hitting me so hard, I had no choice but to obey. “Spread those thighs for me so I can see your pretty pussy glistening for me.”
My legs fell apart, and Beckett’s hand reached forward to touch me again. Between sucking his dick and coming once, I was drenched. His fingers slid around my clit, then two plunged inside me, spreading me wide.
“You’re gonna take my cock so good, aren’t you Peach?”
