Page 68 of Sweet Surrender
“That’s not the first time I’ve heard you moan my name but goddamn it’s the best time.”
“Shut up and take your clothes off,” she muttered, grabbing for the hem of his shirt. Panic consumed him but he couldn’t stay fully clothed and apparently she wasn’t going to let him.
“Okay, turn off the light,” he said, fear clenching his stomach.
“What? Why?”
“Because.”
“Hell no! I’ve been dying to see you shirtless forweeksand I’m not missing out now,” she pouted.
Shit.He reached over and snapped the bedside lamp off. She got off his lap and his hands went to the hem of his shirt and started to lift, then the light snapped on.
“Taylor!” he growled.
“I want to see you, Beau.”
He snapped the light off again and removed his sweatpants.
“Why don’t you want me to see you?” Her voice sounded small and insecure in the dark. Christ, he didn’t want her doubting him.
“It’s not you sweetheart, it’s me. I’m not very…confident,” he gritted out, hating his weakness being exposed.
“Seriously? But you’re ripped as fuck. Well, I assume.”
“Taylor, I lost a shit-load of weight. I have stretch marks and had lots of loose skin removed so there’s a couple of small scars and a bit of my abdomen that won’t ever be completely flat…I just don’t look how you might expect.” He couldn’t meet her eyes.
There was silence, then her hand was on his chest, pushing him back until he was laying on the bed. She slowly raised his shirt and trailed her fingers across the skin on his abdomen. Goosebumps flared to life at the sensation, the muscles bunching under her teasing touch.
“Taylor…” he warned.
“Beau,” she replied and stroked higher. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long. You leave me breathless,” she whispered in his ear, her tongue stroking over the shell. His eyes rolled back and his hand curled around her hip possessively, gripping tight enough to bruise.
“It’s you I want, Beau. It’s your personality and your looks and all the pieces inside that define you and make you, you.” Her hand moved higher, stroking over his pecs, kneading the flesh. She pinched his hard nipples until his breath stuttered out of him.
“I’m not going to lie and pretend I don’t find you attractive. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. You were back then, and you are now, I’ve always thought so.” She placed a kiss to his stomach.
God, she was killing him. Her actions, her sweet words like soothing balm to his pride, unmanning him with every moment. Giving him something he knew he needed but never thought he would get: her seal of approval.
He was meant to be the one in charge, he instigated this. He’d made a lot of noise about the things he wanted to do to her but she had turned the tables on him, surprising him as always and keeping him on his toes.
She tugged down his boxers and straddled him, placing her hot, wet pussy over his aching length. His hands snapped to her hips and he cursed as she glided over him, back and forth like she couldn’t wait for him any longer.
“Beau, don’t you know how much I want you? How much I’ve always wanted you.Always.”
His heart thumped in his chest and then she was laying down over him and suddenly, he needed to be shirtless. Needed to feel her skin against his, her bare breasts pressed against him. He whipped his shirt over his head and held her to him, the hard points of her nipples abrading him in the most perfect way.
“God, Beau,” she gasped as she continued to rock her hips, rubbing herself over him. He thrust up, unable to help himself. He needed to get a condom quickly or this would be over before it began at the rate she was going.
She bit his ear and he groaned in response.
“I’ve been dying to know how you taste, how you look when you come.” Her breathy words riling him up like never before. Her hips moved faster and faster. “How it would feel to know I made you come. I think about you when I touch myself.”
“Shit, Taylor, don’t stop,” he grunted, gripping her hips tightly. She was unbelievable, obliterating his control and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“When I slide my fingers in deep and wish it was you. I can feel how big you are, you’re going to feel so good, Beau. Better than anyone else has.” Her hot words, right in his ear. Her little pants and her wet heat sliding over him again and again took him right to the edge, threatening to hurtle him over before he got inside her.
“You’re perfect Beau, I knew you would be. I can’t…I’m going to…” she gasped, then cried out and he felt her spasming over him, a rush of wetness with her release. Her pussy pulsing over him sent him flying over the edge. With a groan, he came, hot jets coating him from the most intense orgasm he’d ever had as she continued to shudder over him.
