Page 129 of Hopeless
My eyes snap open to meet his silver gaze. “It’s just intense. It feels so different.”
He nods, smoothing his calloused palms over my back, the tops of my thighs. “I’m following your lead. Tell me what you need.”
“I … ” My vision goes a little blurry. “I need you to move or something.”
He tips his chin up. “You first. Lift and come down again. Get a feel for it.” His hands swoop up my stomach, palming my breasts almost reverently. His eyes, such an unusual color, glow metallic. They’re hard not to get lost in. “You can’t do a single thing wrong. Just do what feels good.”
“What about you?”
One side of his mouth tugs up, an almost pained expression gracing his handsome face. “Trust me, baby. It all feels good with you.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I flush at his praise. Then, with my hands on his chest, I lift up, feeling in every inch of him as I do.
The outstroke sends a jolt of delicious spasms through my body. At the top, pushed up on my knees, I look down, wanting to watch every inch of him disappear into my body. As I sink down on him, I can’t look away. It’s so foreign. So fucking hot.
I do it again. And again. Every stroke is less foreign than the last, more pleasurable than the last. His hands roam, always soothing. Slow and steady. I’m unable to tear my gaze from where Beau and I are joined. Like it’s some sort of experiment and I’m completely fascinated.
“See how pretty you look taking my cock, Bailey?”
“Yeah,” I murmur absently, because it’s hard to disagree with him. There’s something entrancing about the sight.
Beau moves a hand between us, tracing his thumb over the tight grip of my pussy lips around his girth. He spreads my wetness up, swiping it over my clit as I continue my slow ride.
Oh.
My eyes widen as he makes gentle circles.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I nod, struck speechless. I don’t just like it, I—
“Let me hear it, Bailey. Use your words.”
“I love it.”
He smirks, confident and playful all of a sudden. “I told you I’d make it good for you.”
Good? This is so much more than good.
He plays with my clit again and rolls my nipple between his fingers, forcing me to cry out. A surge of wetness coats us as my hips move in a way I never knew they could. I rise and drop more heavily, hips rotating as my muscles relax into the motion. And true to his word, Beau lets me get a feel for it—for him.
“Atta girl. Ride me,” he urges as his fingers work me over expertly.
A sheen of sweat covers my body as my hands grip and scratch. My eyes flit from one delicious corner of him to the other before they sink into those silver pools.
“You gonna come on my cock, Bailey?”
“I think so,” I breathe out. Every corner of my body is warm and sizzling with anticipation. Every muscle coiling as he fills me up.
“That’s my girl. Give it to me.” His thumb presses harder. His fingers pinch tighter. His bare cock pulses inside me and like a countdownone, two, three… I’m washed away.
Bowled over by a wave of pleasure so intense, I feel like I’ve left my body. I topple forward as the exquisite burst claims me. I feel everything.
Him.
Me.
Warm.
