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FIVE
Lena
There wassomething about a man straight out of the shower that was a temptation I couldn’t resist. Well, something about my tall, handsome Beau that was a temptation too far. He grins at me with that magical smile of his, charming my panties right off me.
I run my hand along his flat stomach, admiring his athletic body.
“You are such a gorgeous man, Beau.”
I look up and catch his blue eyes, stealing my breath away. He wants me as much as I want him. I tug the towel loose as he backs me up to the wall. Our bodies collide, but I don’t mind it one bit as he pulls at my clothes.
Soon, I’m as naked as he is, and his hands are on every inch of me. Since that first time, I’ve come to need his touch and crave it more than ever. I thought that first taste of him would calm down my need for him, but it has only made it worse.
As our lips meet, I can feel his body shudder with desire. Our passion is like a raging fire, consuming every inch of us, leaving behind nothing but the memory of our sweet embrace. I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. I can feel his heart beating against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own as he pulls me up to wrap my legs around his middle.
His hands move down from my hips, leaving sparks and trails of fire in their wake. He gently caresses me, and I knew that our love was real, raw, and completely unpredictable. My breath hitches as he kisses me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth with a sense of urgency. I can feel myself becoming hotter with each passing moment, my body begging for the pleasure that only Beau could provide.
He breaks away from our kiss, looking into my eyes with a mixture of adoration and need, his hands now under my bottom. His hips and his hands pin me in place and support me as he looks straight into my eyes.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers, his lips moving along my jaw to my ear. “I want to be inside of you every moment of the day.”
“I want you, Beau. I want all of you,” I answer, my hands around his face, my thumb toying with his bottom lip.
He makes me feel small, delicate, beautiful, and less like a curvy girl who didn’t deserve his love. In his arms, I’m a temptress, a vixen, but always his.
He smiles at me, and I smile back as his head dips down. Beau’s lips brush against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He plants light kisses along my collarbone, making me moan softly. His hands trace the curves of my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
I know what’s coming next, and my heart races with anticipation. The anticipation of his touch, the heat of his body against mine, the sound of our breath mingling as we explore each other’s bodies.
“Let me touch you, Lena,” he says softly, guiding me to the bed. But he doesn’t push me down to the middle of the bed. Instead, he sits me on the edge of the bed and gets down on his knees. “I dream of touching you, tasting you when you aren’t with me.”
I hold my breath as he moves his head and takes one of my nipples into his hot mouth. I hold his head there, enjoying the sensation as he tugs deep and hard, making sure I feel him there. My hips grind against him, and I have a hard time not leaning back to brace my palms on the bed. But Beau anticipates that and guides me back, letting me do as I please.
His lips are warm and wet against my skin, leaving me shivering as he moves down my body. I can feel the heat building between my legs, the anticipation growing with every touch. He kisses and licks his way down, teasing me with his tongue until his face is just inches from the place where I want him most.
“Is this what you want, Lena? Do you need me to make it all better,” he pauses, his thumb moving up to touch my clitoris, pressing into it until I bite at my bottom lip and close my eyes as pleasure sweeps through me. “Is this what you need, baby?”
The pleasure is almost unbearable, but I want more. Beau’s free thumb rubs against the side of my thigh, scattering my attention, but my pleasure remains focused on where his other thumb presses into me. Then, I feel the warmth of his breath, a gust of wind that promises satisfaction, and his tongue delving into me.
I arch my back, my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath me, as I surrender completely to his touch. His tongue dances, his fingers stroke, and I can feel the tension building deep inside me.
Suddenly, Beau stops, leaving me hungering for more. He looks up at me with those piercing blue eyes, his lips glistening with the taste of me. I reach down to touch him, to urge him on, but he only shakes his head.
“Not yet,” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly. “I want you to feel this. I want you to know how much you mean to me.”
He stands up and pulls me to my feet, his hands still on my body, guiding me to turn around, one knee up on the bed, spreading me open to him. With a gentleness that belies his rough exterior, he bends over and kisses methere,his tongue curling into me to gather all of my sweet juices up.
He doesn’t linger there, however, and I can’t help but swivel my hips at him, mewling with need when he moves to stand up behind me. I need more; I want more. But I should have known he wouldn’t leave me wanting more.
“I want to be inside of you, Lena. I need to feel you around me, to know that we are one.”
I can’t deny him, not with the need that is gnawing at me. I wait patiently as he moves behind me, tilting my hips to just the right angle. When I feel him pressing at my entrance, when I feel him pushing against me, I whimper because I want to push back, but he has one hand on my hip, holding me in place.
“Patience, Lena. I’m going to make you feel good, but you have to be patient, darlin’,” he says loud enough for me to hear, but I could hear it in his voice, the way he had his jaw clamped down.
“Please, Beau, I need you,” I beg, my voice a soft whisper.
