I trembled under his gaze, my entire body now molten with desire. Beckett knelt in front of me and snuck his fingers into the waistband of my sleep shorts.
He looked up at me when he kissed my bare belly before he slid the shorts down my legs. I ran my fingers through his hair, my nails gently scratching, and reveled in the way he closed his eyes and growled.
I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about the unsexy pair of cotton underwear before they disappeared, too.
“I can’t wait to taste you again, beautiful. Get on the bed.”
Eager and giggling, I followed his directions. It didn’t take Beckett long to have me writhing and calling out his name as his fingers and tongue worked magic on my body.
Beckett kissed his way up my abdomen, paid particular care and attention to each of my breasts, until I tugged at him to kiss my mouth. “I need you, Beckett.”
“What do you need, beautiful?”
I slid my hand between our bodies until I felt his hard length through his jeans. He groaned and bucked his hips. It was a crime that he was still wearing anything at all.
“This, Beckett. I need all of you.”
His eyes darkened. “Don’t. Move.” He kissed the tip of my nose before he stood and pulled his shirt off. I stayed where I was and admired the view. Beckett’s shoulders were broad, hisarms toned and thick, his skin tanned from years spent outside. The smattering of hair across his chest lessened a bit down his thick abdomen, the thickness evidence of strength earned from manual labor instead of gym machines.
He undid his belt, one hand braced as he slid it off in a smooth motion.
Damn, that was hot.
Beckett shucked off his jeans, and wearing nothing but his boxer briefs he stared at me for a moment. “Do … I didn’t bring condoms.”
“Bathroom, second drawer down.”
I watched as he turned and disappeared. His thighs were massive, a strength I’d never really noticed before. But I sure as hell appreciated it now.
It was only a few seconds before he was back, multiple foil packets in his hand.
I raised a brow at him. “Optimistic, are we?” I’d never known a man who could go more than one round in a night.
“Oh, little wren. I plan to have you several times over tonight, until you beg me to stop.”
I had no response to that, except to crave him even more. Beckett grinned wickedly as he removed the last piece of clothing. His cock was just as large and thick as I remembered from when I found him in the shower. I needed to lick and suck him again.
“Wait,” I blurted before he could open the foil packet. He hesitated only until I motioned him closer. “Get up here.”
I got to my knees as he joined me on the bed. I bent in front of him, my ass in the air, and wrapped my mouth around just the tip of him.
“Fuck,” he whispered, threading his fingers in my hair. “Clara, oh god.”
I licked and sucked the length of him until he pulled me away. “If you keep that up, I’m not going to last and I want to be inside of you when that happens.”
I grinned and kissed him as he lay me back. He tore open the foil packet and rolled the condom on. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss, opening my legs so he could settle between them. The sheer size of him was incredible and I reveled in the weight of him on top of me.
Beckett kissed my neck and whispered, “You’re mine, little wren,” as he lined himself up with my entrance and pushed in, ever so slowly. “Tell me if I hurt you,” his voice firm but quiet, as he nuzzled my neck.
“Please,” I begged. I needed more of him. I was no virgin, and it had been a long while since I’d slept with someone, but Beckett had the largest girth of anyone I’d ever been with.
It was a divine sort of torment as he took his time, inching and then pausing to make sure my body adjusted.
When I was nearly clawing at his back, desperate for him to fill me, Beckett slid himself into the hilt. My back arched off the bed at the exquisite intrusion, welcoming the thickness of him filling me.
I had no words, no thoughts. There was only his body and mine, and the feeling of him inside of me. It was pleasure and the slightest twinge of pain that would soothe when he started to move.
“Are you okay?” His voice held a hint of worry as he stayed where he was. I needed more.
