“Beckett.” I almost whimpered as I clung desperately to sanity. He growled in answer as he continued to lick and suck the most sensitive part of me. He made a beckoning motion with his fingers, and I hurtled toward the edge of bliss.
“Oh god, Beckett, I can’t – I’m – I’m so close –”
He pressed his tongue to my clit – a gentle flick and then suck, and in less than five gasping breaths, I shattered into a thousand shards of pleasure.
Beckett held me up as my body shuddered through the orgasm, his fingers coaxing even more from me.
“That’s it, Clara. Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come apart for me. You taste so good, I will never get enough.”
“Beckett, please … ” I didn’t even know how I wanted to finish that sentence, but I combed my fingers in his hair and gently tugged.
He chucked – fucking chuckled – before he kissed my inner thigh and removed his fingers.
I was still wobbly as he stood, but I steadied myself on his arms as he wrapped them around me. Beckett kissed the top of my head, and I hummed in a moment of soft joy.
“How you doing, little wren?” Beckett’s voice was a near-growl as he bent down to run his nose along the edge of my ear. “Would you like a minute or are you ready for my cock?” He guided one of my hands to his hard length, his jeans still a barrier.
I cupped him through his pants, smiling to myself at his sharp inhale. “I need this – need you – inside of me, Beckett.”
He nipped my ear before commanding, “Turn around, put your hands on the bed, and put your ass up for me, beautiful. Let me see how pretty your pussy is when you’re bent over and waiting for me.”
Damn. All these years, I’d had no idea Beckett could be so … demanding. It was fucking hot.
I followed his instructions, my legs still shaking, and my sundress hiked up around my waist, covering absolutely nothing. I don’t think I’d ever been quite this exposed, except maybe in the tack room that first time he tasted me, but I also never felt safer. I knew with complete certainty that Beckett would keep me from harm, and that he would care for my heart with the same tenderness and consideration he’d always shown me.
Beckett ran his hand down my back, along the dip at the base of my spine and up the curve of my ass.
“Perfect,” he whispered.
I peeked over my shoulder at him, my bottom lip between my teeth, my body ready after that orgasm. I would never get enough of this man. He could look at me from across the room, and I’d be soaked and ready for him.
Our gazes met, but I tracked the movement of his fingers as he undid his belt and pulled it loose. Then as he undid the button and zipper of his jeans.
“Eyes forward, little wren.”
I looked up to find a grin on his face.
“Eyes forward. You can watch later, but right now, you’re going to focus on the feel of my cock as I take you. Understand?”
I licked my lips, nodded, and obeyed. I clenched my hands around the folded quilt at the end of the bed and listened to the sounds of Beckett undressing behind me. There was the familiar crinkle and rip of a packet, and the urge to look was almost too much.
I sucked in a breath when Beckett gripped each of my hips, the roughness of his hands familiar and intimate in a way that only added to my anticipation.
This was my Beckett. The one I grew up with and have loved for years. My best friend. My confidant and safe space. My mountain of a man. Mine.
The same calloused hands had held mine countless times – helping me cross a tricky spot on a hike, or guiding me through a crowd, or gripping tight as I flinched during a horror movie. Only recently he used those hands to learn every inch of my body, bring me a sense of pleasure that I’d never expected, and hold me close as he thrust himself into me over and over.
My skin prickled when Beckett leaned over my back to place a kiss at the nape of my neck.
“You look so good like this, little wren, bent over and waiting for my cock, your pussy nearly dripping for me.”
He trailed a hand around my thigh and teased my entrance with his fingers.
“Please, Beckett,” I moaned as he drew small circles around my still swollen clit.
“Tell me what you need, Clara.” He didn’t stop moving his fingers. I could hardly think around the pleasure and need for him. I pushed back against him, my ass pressed against his hard cock.
He chuckled. “My girl is needy tonight, aren’t you?”
