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All the way in
Beau shifted, lifting a leg over hers and moving his torso to the side, bending his elbow to take his full weight off her but keeping her thighs pinned with his top leg. Not that she attempted to escape. She kept her gaze fixed on him and drew big circles over his back and shoulder blades with her fingers. He caught hold of one arm and closed his hand around her wrist, skimming her palm with his thumb. He brought her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over her knuckles. Her eyes sparkled, the bedside light catching the flecks of gold amongst the brown.
“Your eyes remind me of a polished tiger’s eye stone. Absolutely stunning.” His eyes wandered over her face. “Like the rest of you.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, pulling her fingers from his light hold. “The army—” Her gaze shot to his, and she gave a quick laugh. “My bad. TheMarineskept you in shape.” She skimmed her hand over his pecs, rasping her nails through the whorls of dark hair covering his chest, brushing over a nipple.
He caught his breath, and his dick strained against her hip. “Rae,” he moaned. And because all was fair in love and war, he closed his palm over her one breast, squeezing gently, before thrumming his thumb over the erect nipple.
She arched and cried out, “Beau.”
He leaned forward and took the other nipple in his mouth, sucking deep.
Rae bucked again. “Please. Don’t torture me.”
“Need you ready,” he mumbled, his mouth full of one delightful tit and his hand kneading its twin.
“I’m ready. So very ready,” she grumbled, tugging at his arm with one hand and digging her fingers into his spine with the other.
He let go of her breast with a wet slurp. “Patience, baby,” he teased, blowing a warm breath across the damp tip.
“Urgh!” She grasped his hand and pulled his arm down, positioning his palm between her legs. “I’m ready,” she snapped. “Feel.”
She spoke the truth. He could feel the dampness right through the thin cotton covering her. He’d expected nothing less, considering the way she had responded two nights ago, and he worked his hand in under her shorts and pushed a finger into her luscious warmth.
“Yes, yes,” she hissed, squirming against his palm, tugging at the restricting material.
And Beau discovered he couldn’t wait any longer. He removed her shorts and shucked his underwear in record time.
Taking the foil package Rae handed him, he tore it open, quickly donning the latex. Crawling between her spread thighs, he debated putting his mouth on her first, but his straining dick and the urge to sink balls deep in her won over. On his knees, he threaded his arms under her legs, lifted her, positioned himself against her opening, and pushed in.
All the way in.
“Aah,” she cried, lifting her hips and slapping her palms against the bed.
Beau froze. She was tight and he was big, and he took a beat for her to adjust to him. “You okay?”
She narrowed her eyes and speared him with a glare. “If you don’t get on with it right now, I’ll kill you.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’am,” he said and flexed his hips.
She moaned, and her inner muscles contracted around him, pulling a groan from him. He placed his hands under her backside, tilting her slightly, andgot on with it.
He took his cues from her. She was a verbal partner, telling him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. “Deeper.” “Harder.” “There. Yes,yeees.”
She pulled him over with her, the contractions of her pussy, the wail of her release his undoing. He arched his neck back, spilling into the condom. “Fuuuck,” he cried, with a final jerk of his pelvis.
He stilled, sucking in air, dropped his head, chin to chest, and stared at the place where their bodies joined, liking what he saw. And he liked the feeling of …fuck, the feeling ofownershipthat rushed through him.
His gaze trailed over her flushed and limp body, overherheaving chest, to her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slack. “You okay?” he croaked out.
She opened one eye. “Maybe.” She lifted the other lid and stretched her body, arching slightly. His spent dick slipped from her body, and he lamented the loss. Lifting her legs from his thighs, he climbed off the bed, his own legs unsteady. He looked down at her lying in naked abandon, her legs bent together as he had placed them, arms stretched out down her sides, palms up.
Mine.All mine, he thought.
“Where are you going?” she mumbled.
