Page 76 of Sweet Surrender
“Only because they weren’t real.” She gripped his arm, pulling him closer to her.
“Taylor…” his warning echoed around the room.
“I know what I said. But now I know what I want, Beau.” She took his arm, stroked over the bunched muscle of his bicep, down his firm forearm and brought his hand between her legs. He didn’t move but his heavy breathing told her everything. “So give it to me. Please,” she whimpered, and he pulled her back against his bare chest and then cupped her sex. They both groaned, his head falling into the crook of her shoulder. He took his hand away to pull his sweatpants down and she ripped off her tank top and shorts.
He tugged her back against him, skin to skin, his hips cradling her ass. Then his hand was back between her legs, stroking her. He slid a finger between her folds, circling her clit in dizzying strokes. Pleasure spiraled through her and she wrapped both her arms around his that ran down her body, trapping him to her. Covering his hand with hers, she pushed him to where she needed him to go, crying out when he hit that spot that made her world fragment and rearrange.
He held her tight, impossibly close, working his fingers inside her expertly. Like he could tell exactly the way her body needed to be touched. Like he had been doing it for years, so in tuned to her that knowing how to please her just came naturally. He added another finger, stretching her and she cried out, rolling her hips into his hand.
He hummed in her ear. “What am I doing, sweetheart?” His voice low, commanding a response and driving her need higher.
“You’re touching me, stroking inside me,” she gasped out as he pinched her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. His hips rocked against her ass, his hard cock hot silk against her skin.
“Does it feel good?”
“God,yes.Don’t stop.” She clenched around him as a little shockwave passed through her, a taste of what was to come. He wrapped his other arm around her collarbone, trapping her against him. His hot breath caressing her ear over and over until she was shaking.
“I want to feel it, sweetheart. I want to feel you give yourself over to me.”
She whimpered as he buried his face in her neck, nipping at the tendon then kissing, sucking. He rolled her bud between his fingers, and she lifted her hips again and again until she screamed. Lights shooting off behind her eyes and her whole body shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.
He brushed kisses over her neck, shoulder and jaw and she shuddered through the aftershocks. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured and just like that, she was revved up all over again.
How the hell did he do it?It was like he reached into her brain and hunted out all the sexual needs and fantasies that she didn’t know she had and brought them into the light, exposing them.
He kissed her temple again and removed his fingers then sat up, pulling her boneless body into his lap. Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips and she came up against his erection. She took hold of him, stroking him through her wetness and his dark curse filled the room. Her fingers didn’t quite meet as she held him, God, he was going to feel amazing.
“I know we’re not concerned about a pregnancy but are you sure you want to keep going without a condom?” His use ofweand the gentleness in his words took the sting out of the painful topic. “I’ve been tested, I’m all clear,” he said, his voice straining slightly as she wriggled in his lap.
“So am I,” she said, then put him at her entrance and released her grip on him. His hips thrust up and he pulled her down and repeated until her body finally accepted him. He paused, his forehead pressed against hers, giving their bodies a moment to get used to each other. He bent his head and slid his tongue across her nipple. She clenched around him and his breath huffed out, he leaned back on his arms and then he let go, thrusting up into her with hard pulses of his hips.
“Do you know what it’s been like, laying next to you every night and listening to that sexy moan, knowing you’re dreaming about me?” he grunted out as he pounded into her. She whimpered, words failing her as she clung to him, sailing towards another climax.
“Who’s inside you?” he demanded, his hand cupping her ass and squeezing tight, grinding into her and her eyes rolled back in her head.
“You,” she moaned.
“Who’s fucking you, Taylor?” That same demanding tone that drove her wild. Making her want to obey and defy at the same time, just to see what he would do next.
“You are, it’s only you. Making me feel so damn good.” His hand dipped between them to stroke her while he kept her tight against him, not allowing her space. She couldn’t escape the intensity, theintimacyhe was demanding of her. Goddamn him, she gave in.
“Who is it?”
“It’s you Beau. I only want you,” she cried out, spasming around him. He held her down, held her still then groaned as he filled her, their foreheads still pressed together. He left her nowhere to go but just let her walls crumble down as he held her, their panting breaths the soundtrack of her surrender and nothing had ever felt this right.
“Fine,” she muttered as her breathing returned to normal. “I guess we can keep doing that.”
He chuckled. “Finally, we’re on the same page.”
*
Her consciousness tried to pull her out of dreamland, but she wasn’t ready yet. Except she felt warm, wet andreallygood.
“I need you to wake up sweetheart, otherwise I can’t keep going without this being all kinds of wrong.” The gravel in his voice teased her nerve endings to a fever pitch and her eyes popped open. She was laying on her back in bed, the blankets bunched around her. A smile lifted her lips as she saw Beau at her waist, pressing kisses to her stomach, his arms wrapped around her, hands on her ass. Those damn glasses perched on his nose, giving her all kinds of feelings.
“That’s a nice view first thing in the morning,” she sighed, combing her fingers through his soft hair, tugging gently as he nipped her skin.
“Tell me about it,” he growled, staring down at the panties covering her. “It’s about to get a whole lot nicer. Up,” he commanded. Her hips shot off the bed at his demand and her eagerness to have his mouth where she needed. He leaned back as he pulled her panties down her thighs and off and she got a glimpse of his arousal outlined by his boxers.
