I kissed her forehead, still driving my cock deep and hard with each thrust. I had to work around the damn sundress, but I slid my hand down her body, squeezing her breasts one at a time and pinching her peaked nipples. Her breathy moans grew louder as I skimmed my fingers across her belly, then lower.
“You’re taking me so well, Clara. Look at you, so beautifully disheveled, skin flushed, with my cock so deep inside you I can barely think straight.”
I found her swollen clit with my fingers, and her entire body bucked underneath me when I just skimmed around it.
I damn near combusted.
“Easy, beautiful,” I whispered against her skin.
“Beckett, please. I’m so close.”
“I know, little wren. I can feel that pretty pussy of yours starting to squeeze around me. I’ve got you, beautiful.” I kissed the nape of her neck again. “Give me your hand.”
I guided her hand between us and wrapped her thumb and two fingers around the base of my cock where it slid and out of her.
It took all of my control not to spill myself all over her when she gave the base of my cock a gentle squeeze.
“Fuck. Hang on, baby.”
She chuckled, and the movement made her walls squeeze my cock. I nipped at her ear again.
“Do you want me to come inside of you, little wren? Or do you want me to spill all over your perfect ass? You decide.”
“I want you to finish inside of me, Beckett. Please.”
I growled in her ear, “You’re going to come for me, Clara. All over this cock, and I want you to make as much noise as you need to. I love the sounds you make with me inside you. I want to hear you, Clara.”
I slid myself free, and then back in, hard and deep. I kept up the pace, my cock never fully leaving her warmth. I teased her clit with small circles and added pressure with each one I made.
Clara’s hips moved in time with mine, her body chasing release.
“There you go, beautiful. That’s it, just like that.”
It didn’t take long before she came apart beneath me, her body trembling.
“Oh, god, yes, Beckett.”
My name on her lips while she climaxed was going to send me over the edge.
She cupped her hand around my already tightened sack. “Come with me, Beckett.” The gentle squeeze she gave finally sent my orgasm barreling through me. I held her close as I spilled into her.
After I caught my breath and eased out of her warmth, I helped Clara clean up and then crawl onto the bed and get settled.
She smiled at me as she rolled onto her side. “Come lay with me? You can even be the big spoon.”
I laughed. “That’s very generous.” I climbed in and settled behind her, nudging my thigh between her legs. I pulled her close, and she wiggled against me, her ass against my hips.
I nipped at her ear. Her sigh of contentment hit me square in the chest. “I love you, Clara.”
“I love you, too, Beckett.”
Her soft snores were the last thing I heard before sleep claimed me.
Chapter Nineteen
Clara
Moonlight was the only illumination in the room when I woke up a few hours later. Beckett’s arm was slung over my waist; the rise and fall of his chest against my back was a steady rhythm.
