Page 94 of Hopeless
Beau is meticulous, hand moving between us, pressing each leg open wider, and then resting on my lower stomach. His face is close,soclose. He looks like an artist painting at an easel or something. It almost makes me laugh, because what else is a girl supposed to do in this situation? Tossed so far out of her realm of experience by the gruff military man.
I almost don’t recognize myself.
After he shaves my pubic hair into a symmetrical triangle with military precision, he scoops up water, washing away all traces of soap and hair.
The pads of his fingers trail delicately over my slit, and I shiver. A moan tears from my lips, loud enough to hear over the swish and trickle of water. My head tips back and I try to hide my embarrassment behind closed eyelids.
I swear he growls. My legs try to clamp shut in response, but he catches them first.
“If I leave this bathroom right now, what are you going to do?”
Heat lashes at my cheeks, spilling down over my chest. My breasts are full, my nipples peaked almost painfully.
“Tell me, Bailey. I wanna hear it. I can see you. You’re making a mess on the edge of my tub. If I get up and walk out right now, what am I gonna hear you doing from the other side of that door?”
My mind races. A little part of me wants to clam up on him right now. Tap out. This water feels too deep for someone who hasn’t spent much time swimming.
But I’m a survivor. And I want this.
“Probably play with myself until I come with your name on my lips,” I admit in a hushed tone.
His hands move up to my inner thighs, one on each side, then his thumbs press up over my outer lips.
He’s teasing me.
I arch my spine, teasing right back.
“Seems unfair that you get to play with this pretty pussy when I’m the one who’s been down on his knees doing all the hard work.”
One thumb goes higher, brushing over my clit.
I cry out.
“Don’t you think that seems unfair, Bailey?”
Another swipe.
“Yes!” My voice is a desperate whine.
“Ask me to play with your pussy. Let me hear it.”
I lick my lips, glaring down at him through lust-filled eyes. And then I raise him one. “Please play with my pussy.”
“Fuck, Bailey,” is all he gets out before he buries his head between my legs and his tongue spears into me.
One of my hands flies back to prop up my needy body, while the other shoots to his hair. I brace for what has to be the most overwhelming wave of pleasure I’ve ever been hit with. Maybe it’s the past five minutes of anticipation, maybe it’s that no one has ever used their mouth on me.
Maybe it’shim.
Whatever it is, it makes my vision go black and my brain shut down. It makes my legs spread impossibly wider, and my hips grind forward against him.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he rasps, then slings my legs over his shoulders.
My whimpers turn to moans when his tongue moves up, teeth grazing my clit before he sucks on it. And my moans turn to cries when he adds one finger—and then two—stretching me so carefully. He soothes the bite of his intrusion with the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue.
“Beau. Beau. Beau.” I chant his name as he pushes me higher.
He shoves his fingers into me hard, shaking my body with the force of it while sucking me all at once, and I scream his name. A rush of heat flows from me, disintegrating my bones in the process.
