“I’d have let you take me right then and there,” I admitted. “Windows and all.”
He pulled them off, taking off his socks too.
“I almost did.”
“Beck,” I said, when we were both down to our underwear. “We are about to see each other totally nude.”
It might have been the most ridiculous thing I’d ever said.
“Mae,” he responded, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, “I am fully aware of the fact.”
With that, he lifted me, and tossed… literally tossed me onto the bed. Squealing, hoping there was no one in that adjoining room, I scooted up to the pillows as he crawled toward me. Biting one edge of my thong, and with one finger under the other side, he removed them.
With his teeth.
Watching him do it, I swallowed, hard. This was Beck we were talking about.
“Perfect,” he said when finished. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
No one had ever looked at my body with such reverence before.
“That was hot,” I admitted.
That smile. My breath caught.
“Yeah?”
Nodding, I watched as his head descended toward one breast, taking it into his mouth while simultaneously separating my legs. Knowing what he was about to do, I clenched, preparing. Waiting.
He worshiped my body, just as he’d promised.
As he kissed every bit of me on his way down, I reached for the head of hair I’d stared at so many times, wondering how he managed to make it look perfect when I knew for a fact Beck spent very little time getting ready.
Positioning between my legs, opening them wide with hands I’d watched pour a drink or toss a shaker into the air more times than I could count, Beck looked up at me.
“When I said worship, I meant it.”
With that, he licked me from bottom to top. Pulled me open, and licked again. Cheekily, Beck looked at me, our eyes meeting.
I couldn’t breathe. Let alone speak.
When he said worship, it wasn’t a joke. With every touch of his tongue, Beck expertly made my ass jerk from the bed. The sight of him, the feel of him… “If you’re trying to make me come,” I teased, “it’s working.”
“Mmmm,” was his response, as if Beck was licking a freshly baked croissant. “The first time you come,” he said, abruptly stopping and kneeling up, “is going to be with me inside you.”
With that, he sprang himself free. The loss of his perfect mouth, the sight of Beck between my legs, his dick full and hard andright there.
“Beck.” My voice wasn’t even my own. I lifted my arms, welcoming him into me. It seemed he needed no further encouragement. And just like that, Beck eased into me, holding himself up and studying my face as intently as I did his.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he said, his voice thick. “God damn, Mae, you’re so fucking tight. And wet.”
“For you.”
That put him over the edge.
When he leaned down to kiss me, a beautifully naked Beck thrusted deep as I grabbed his shoulders. We moved just as we’d kissed. With the rhythm and tempo of a well-practiced pastry chef crafting a perfect soufflé. Our bodies slammed together, and stilled. He thrusted and I met him at every turn.
When he lifted his head to look at me, it was all over.
