She gasps, arching into me, her hands sliding into my hair. I lavish attention on one breast then the other, until she's making those small sounds again, the ones that drive me wild.
"Beau, please."
I ease her back onto the bed, following her down, my weight braced on my forearms. She looks up at me with trust and desire, and something in my chest cracks open completely.
I kiss her again, deep and thorough, while my hands work open her jeans. She lifts her hips, helping me slide them down along with her panties—simple cotton that's somehow sexier than anything else could be.
Then she's bare beneath me, and I have to stop and just look.
"You're staring," she says, but she's smiling.
"Can't help it." I trail my hand down her side, over the curve of her hip, along her thigh. Her skin is impossibly soft. "You're perfect."
"Not even close." But she's blushing, pleased.
I kiss her again, swallowing her protest, and let my hand drift between her thighs. She's already wet, ready, and when I touch her, she moans into my mouth.
"Oh God."
I explore slowly, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hips lift. She's responsive, unguarded, letting me see every bit of pleasure on her face. When I slide one finger inside her, she clenches around me, and my control wavers.
"More," she pants. "I need more. I need you."
I kiss her once more, then pull back to shed my jeans and boxers. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees me—hard and ready—but there's no fear, only desire.
"Condom," I manage, reaching for the nightstand. Been a long time, but I have them. Always prepared, even when I never expected to need them.
She watches as I roll it on, then opens her arms. "Come here."
I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She's hot and wet, and it takes every ounce of control not to just thrust home.
"Look at me," I say roughly.
Her eyes meet mine, gold-flecked green, full of trust and desire and something deeper.
I push in slowly, watching her face. She's tight, so tight, and the sensation is overwhelming. Her mouth opens on a silent gasp, her hands gripping my shoulders.
"Okay?" I grit out, holding still even though it's killing me.
"Yes. God, yes. Don't stop."
I sink deeper, inch by inch, until I'm fully seated inside her. We both groan. She feels like heaven—hot and tight and perfect around me.
"Beau." My name is a plea and a prayer.
I start to move, slow and deep, watching pleasure wash over her face. She meets each thrust, her hips rising, nails digging into my back. The room fills with the sounds of our breathing, the creak of the bed, the slap of skin on skin.
"Harder," she gasps. "Please."
I oblige, increasing my pace, driving deeper. She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle, and we both cry out. I can feel her tightening around me, getting closer.
I’m going to explode any fucking moment… but not before she gets hers.
"Touch yourself," I tell her, voice raw.
She does, her hand sliding between us, fingers finding her clit. The sight of her touching herself while I'm inside her nearly undoes me.
"That's it, baby. Take what you need."
