I glared over my shoulder at him. The sight of his broad shoulders, thick, muscular chest, and waist behind me, waiting to claim my body with his was … delicious.
“I need you, Beckett. Please, I need you inside of me.”
Beckett’s green eyes darkened with desire and the playful grin disappeared into a feral one.
“What my little wren says she needs, she gets.”
I watched him position himself before he told me to turn around again. I obeyed and was rewarded seconds later with him nudging my leg with his. I spread my feet further apart for him. Beckett’s hiss of approval warmed my entire body.
Beckett pushed against my entrance with the head of his cock, just enough for me to feel him, before he pulled away. I didn’t bother trying to stop the whimper that came out.
“You’re so perfect.” Beckett gripped the back of my neck, his other hand on my hip, keeping me steady.
Beckett slid his cock into me, with an aching slowness that stretched me and filled me and drove me wild with need.
His groaned, “Fuck,” the only sound in the room as he settled himself fully into me. Until it was impossible to tell where I ended and he began.
The thick hardness of him was a welcome intrusion – almost overwhelming. Even though it wasn’t painful, I couldn’t help but shift my hips as my body adjusted to the feeling of him and wanted more.
“You took me so well, little wren. That was incredible. Are you okay?” He stroked the back of my neck and my shoulders.
I was nearly breathless from the fullness of him. “Yes. Oh, god, yes. You feel so … so good inside of me. I need more. Fuck me, Beckett.”
Chapter Eighteen
Beckett
She was going to be the end of me.
Of my sanity.
My beautiful Clara, and her pert ass and heaven-sent soft pussy. She’d been so slick from when she came apart on my tongue a few minutes ago that my cock slid right into her – as if made for me and only me. It had felt the same that first night we’d slept together, and every time since, too.
Clara wiggled her hips, a desperate silent plea to follow the sexiest three words to ever come out of her mouth.
“Fuck me, Beckett.”
What my girl wants, my girl gets. I held on to her hips and slid myself out so only the head of my cock was surrounded by her pussy. I set a slow pace – each of my thrusts going deeper until every inch of me was buried in her warmth.
Home.
I wanted to savor every second of this moment.
This may not be the first time I had her pussy around me, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the last, but I would not waste a minute of it.
Every gasp and moan and whimper of pleasure she uttered was music, a symphony of her need and desire. Just for me.
“Deeper, baby,” she looked over her shoulder at me. Her hair was coming undone and there was a desperation in her amber eyes that urged me on.
I leaned forward until my body covered hers. I captured her lips with mine, my hand cupping her neck to hold her as I drove myself deeper and harder. She cried out a “yes,” and I kissed her greedily. She opened her lips for me and my tongue swept across hers.
The walls of her pussy fluttered, once … twice. I grinned against her mouth. “Getting closer, little wren? You want to come all over my cock this time?”
“Yes, please. Yes.” Her voice was a whisper, and the desperation in it sharpened my focus.
I let go of her neck and kissed her before I pressed two fingers to her mouth. She opened for me and sucked and licked my fingers as if she was going to win a prize.
Heat prickled up my back, my own orgasm starting to build. “Easy, beautiful,” I said as she let go of my fingers with one final lick from knuckle to tip.Fuck.
