Page 32 of Always Bayou

She was taunting him, he knew that. But he wanted to show her. Gladly. She had no idea what he’d been like with other women. At least, he didn’t think so. It was hard to know what talk she’d heard around Autre. He hadn’t asked what she knew, and she hadn’t volunteered any gossip. He’d always been a demanding lover, he liked dirty sex, he was a dirty talker by nature. Hell, it was the romantic side of him that was new. Because of Becca.

Thinking about strawberries was new. Fingering his date in the car was not.

He settled one hand on her hip, then positioned his cock at her entrance. He ran the tip through her slickness, letting her feel him and mentally adjust, then pressed forward just slightly.

She moaned and spread her knees a bit. “Yes, Beau. Yes.”

He eased in a little further. They’d played with fingers and dildos. The time romancing and playing with Becca had been heaven and hell combined. It’d been fun and intimate and had taught him things about the female body, and even his own, that he had never fully appreciated before. But damn, it felt like he’d been winding this spring tighter and tighter over the past three months. He’d never taken this long between realizing he wanted someone and taking them to bed.

She reached back and gripped his hip, pulling him forward. “Please, Beau.”

“Gotta take it easy,” he said through gritted teeth.

“No, you don’t. I need you.”

“Easy girl.”

“More, Beau.More.”

And he couldn’t hold back anymore. Her words, her body, the three months of torturous foreplay, all combined and he took hold of both hips and thrust forward.

She cried out. “Yes!”

He held his breath for a count of three. Then he couldn’t help but move. He pulled out and slid forward again. Then again.

The sounds she made definitely spurred him on—moans, and gasps, and sighs. She pressed back against him, clearly seeking more, and his body responded. He took her with long, deep strokes and his pace quickly picked up.

HeryesesandBeausandoh Gods, convinced him that she was good, and with him every step, and soon he felt his climax bearing down on him.

“Becca,” he gasped. “Babe, need you with me.”

She shook her head, her hair brushing the cushions. “Don’t stop. Don’t slow down.”

He wasn’t sure he was capable of that. He’d like to think he had control at all moments, but buried deep inside this body, doing this with this woman, was the moment when his control completely shattered. He pounded into her, her body gripped him tightly, and he felt his orgasm rip through him.

He shouted her name as he came, the pleasure and relief so intense that it took him a few moments to even take a deep breath as it all rolled through him.

When he finally was able to suck in oxygen again, he scooped his arms underneath her, pulled her up against his body, and hugged her tightly from behind. He pulled out of her and swept her up into his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. He deposited her on the bed, then went into the bathroom to clean up.

He returned to find her exactly as he left her but with an arm thrown over her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked, joining her on the bed. He rested a hand on her lower belly possessively.

She uncovered her eyes and rolled her head toward him, giving him a sleepy smile. “Holy shit, I’ve never been better.”

He chuckled. “Glad to hear it. I was afraid there for a minute I’d lost you.”

“Definitely not. But what a way to go.”

“Well, we’re just getting started.” He gave her a wicked grin. “By morning, you might feel differently.”

She rolled toward him. “I’m going to be really sore tomorrow, aren’t I?” She almost sounded excited about that.

“I’m going to try my best,” he told her, stroking his hands up and down her back and then cupping her ass to bring her up against him.

She climbed on top of him, her legs straddling him as they lay chest to chest. “Can I ride you next time?”

A surprised chuckle burst from him. “Girl, you can do anything to me you want.”

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