My body is on fire for his touch, begging me to let him flip over, so I can feel him beneath me. I want to see his face, and I want him to feel how drenched I am, just from touching him.
I sigh, "Too soon. I let you sleep as long as I could. I didn't think you'd like to be in bed when he showed up." His hand reaches back to stroke the back of my head as it lays on his shoulder. I arch into his touch.
"Lift up baby," I do so, thinking he’s getting up. I'm on all fours over him as he flips to his back. Kicking off the comforter to reveal he’s entirely bare, my body freezes over him, looking down at his face.
"Mmm," he purrs, grabbing my hips to tug me down. He settles me right over his center. He can feel me entirely, how wet I am for him.
I'm still only in my panties and tee shirt from last night. I feel all of him between the thin fabric of my panties. My head tips back as I seek out friction.
"Come here," he orders in that same raspy voice I’m getting to know so well. I lay over him, bringing my mouth to his. His neck arches, and he catches my lips in a bite. I pull back, so he just grazes me with his teeth. I move back in to tease at the very bottom of his lip with the tip of my tongue. His chin dips, in attempt to capture my tongue in his mouth. I pull back again before he can capture me. He pulls away with a growl. I ghost my lips over his as a sweet apology for all the teasing, but the sentiment fails as I rock against him on instinct. I'm working myself up just trying to turn him on.
I feel his large palm slap my bottom in a quick sting. I gasp, and he uses my distraction to grasp my nape and take my open mouth, sealing me into a hard kiss.
He kisses me deeply then pulls away to nibble at my lips before licking at the swollen skin aroused by his bites. Heat floods my lower belly, my ass smarting from the slap.
I groan as he pulls away.
"No teasing me sweets. I am desperate to be inside the sweetness between your legs. I want to feel you whither under and around me." He grabs onto my long ponytail using it to pull me back to him for one last sweet kiss.
He then tilts my head to the side and exposes my neck. His nose runs along my collarbone, his facial hair tickling the underside of my jaw. He kisses up my neck, biting down on the jugular. I arch up from the sensation as he licks at the spot, leaving a mark. He moves up, latching on to my ear lobe with his teeth as his breath ghosts along my neck. I shiver.
I curve my short nails into his chest, scoring the skin. He pulls a breath through his teeth, and I feel it hissing against my ear. He jerks his hips up.
"I'll have you sweet Sammy, but if he's to be here soon or anytime today, he is going to find me inside you, because I don't plan on going anywhere once I have you."
I nod dumbly, agreeing with anything and everything he says.
He sits forward, holding me on his lap and kisses me once more before patting my butt in the same spot he slapped.
"You need to get dressed sweets," I grumble a response that is anything but agreement. I don't want to put more clothes between our bodies. I want less. He smirks, looking down into my eyes, "So needy sweets? Do you want something?" He pumps his hips, bouncing on his lap.
He's playful this morning, so easy and sweet a little arrogant too. It’s good to see some of his playfulness return, with how stressed he seems lately.
I shrug, "No, I'll just jump in the shower really quick," I scoot off his lap and turn to walk away then add, "and take care of that pesky need myself." His head snaps around, and the grin is gone as his eyes rake down my body.
"I don't think so sweets. If I have to suffer, so do you." He jumps up and beats me to the bathroom. By the time I mosey in, he's standing naked with his back to me, testing the water temperature with his hand. I lean my shoulder against the door frame and watch as he steps in, closing the glass door behind him.
He turns, seeing me, and tips his head back and lets the water cascade down his hair, while ripples trace the lines of his body. He turns his back top me. I see his back and butt flex with the movement. His head falls forward, and the water runs over his shoulders as he places a hand on the tile wall to steady himself.
With the other he lathers my body soap in his palms. Placing the bar down. He turns to face me and starts rubbing his hand over his chest. I watch him, transfixed as he lowers his hand to his erection and strokes.
"Maybe you did have the right idea," he smiles looking like every woman's dream. I nod my head, hoping he'll finish for me. "You like watching me, sweets? Cause I gotta tell ya, I like the way you're looking at me."
"Yes. I want to watch.” I rub my thighs together and moan out a breathy, “Please."
He closes his eyes, "So sweet, Sammy." Beau opens his eyes, looking at me appraisingly while his hand continues to work. My eyes rove over his body, from head to toe, but admittedly they linger longest on the way his wrist twists just the slightest bit when he reaches the tip. I lick my lips, watching his thumb trace the tip. He hisses.
His free hand comes up to brace on the glass that separates us. His head dips lower, making his smoldering gaze light with a predatory gleam. His eyes are intent on mine, making it impossible for me to look elsewhere.
A sharp buzz makes me jump, and I turn to see the blinking red light of my intercom.
"Eyes on me baby," Beau barks, coupled with the threat of getting caught makes me breathe heavily. I take one step closer to him, pressing myself close to the glass. "That's right. I can't stop thinking about how your mouth felt on me or how I'm the only man that will ever get that pleasure from you. You know you're mine, right sweets? You know I won't let you go. You can’t look away from me." His words sound wonderful. I want him to keep me, to stay with me. I turn away, knowing how much I want those word to be true. My back pressing to the glass, he growls out, "You don't believe me yet, but you will."
"I want to," I say in a small voice, and he curses. I hear the shower door open. Beau’s wet arm wraps around my waist, pulling me in. He removes his arm once I am inside, leaving a line of wet fabric. His hand tilts my face up to meet our lips. His mouth is wet on mine as he leans forward kissing me. I feel his other hand at my back as it continues to work himself.
The intercom buzzes once more.
He comes.
