"Never needed them," I husk, pulling his hair and bringing his mouth down to mine.
"You don't bring anyone here, sweets? I'm the only one who'll be taking you in your bed?"
My tongue tastes his neck, his head turns giving me better access. When I bite the top of his shoulder, he jerks forward. I love the feel of that momentary loss of control.
He regains the upper hand by pinching my nipple and challenges, "Am I the only one, that'll have you here, in your home?" Good thing, he repeated the question, because I'd already forgotten it.
"Never here, only twice years ago." I answer honestly hoping he'll keep touching me.
"Years?" He questions, sounding confused.
I growl, done with the questioning, "Yes, years." I push him back, thinking if we can't have sex, I can at least get my mouth on him. I'm so desperate, I'll take care of myself while I lick him.
He moves back thinking I'm trying to stop him and rolls on his side breathing heavy, "Why years Sammy?” He probes as I push him on his back. He goes willingly, preoccupied, possibly with my not having sex for years.
I try to remove his shorts.
He looks down at me confused. "No condom?"
We are both addled, "I don't need it for this, shush!"
His mouth drops open,"You're shushing me, now?" I don't bother with a reply.
I wrap my hand around him and stroke a few times before I lower my face running my nose through the hair beneath his navel. The air in his lungs rushes out and he huffs loudly. I rub my check against his flat stomach, then lower feeling the short hairs tickling me. When my nose is right next to his thick shaft, I let go of him with my hand and dart my tongue out to lave him from root to tip.
He smells clean, like sandalwood soap.
"Oh shit. Fuck," he grates, before I even take him in my mouth.
When I do I groan with satisfaction at having him again. Beau's hand moves to my hair. He lifts himself up on his elbow to watch me. I move my hand to my damp thighs, moving lower as I take him further into my mouth.
The tip of my breast rubs against his powerful thigh as my head moves up and down over him. My fingers circle my clit, eliciting a moan.
"Sammy are you touching yourself? I want to watch you baby. See how much you need me," His voice is guttural, I hum my response around him.
The hand in my hair fists tighter, pulling me off him.
"Up on your knees," he demands, and I comply then take him back into my mouth. "Soon, I'll be fucking you, sweets. I'll feel where you have your fingers, now. You’re gonna feel my dick sliding in and out,” He makes shallow thrusts into my mouth, but he seems more interested in what I'm doing to myself.
"Slide a finger in baby, slow, just like that. Do you like riding your hand with my dick in your mouth?" he grunts and pushes a little deeper. I move my hand that strokes him, where my mouth won't reach, and cup his balls gently with it. I put my thumb right behind his tightening balls, and apply pressure in small circles mimicking the movement I am making inside myself. I suck him harder, needing him to orgasm.
"What the fuck?" he barks, then he moans long and deep. His back falls to the mattress as he pumps his hips deep into my throat, "Oh god, don't stop, just like that. Fuck, I'm gonna come."
My own fingers work harder and faster with excitement because I know it was me that made him pant and beg. It is a powerful feeling. I moan my release seconds before he comes in my mouth.
Honestly, I'm not the biggest fan of swallowing, but if it makes Beau happy I'll take it anytime.
I slump over his lower belly kissing and nuzzling his sexy trail of hair, that does indeed lead to a happy place. He grabs me and pulls me up.
"Whoa," I half squeal, as he drags me along his body. I'm almost fully on him. He strokes his hands up and down my back.
The left side of my body is completely on his, my head is pillowed on his wide shoulder, my hand rubbing across his firm chest. I've never been more comfortable than I am at this moment.
Beau kisses my temple, patting my ass.
He orders, "Sleep."
