Beckett slid two fingers inside as he blew a soft breath across the swollen bud. He made a beckoning gesture with his fingers, one at a time as he settled in a quick but steady rhythm.
It was all I could do not to buck my hips as pleasure coiled tighter, and tighter, and tighter.
I was going to die. Death by delayed orgasm. Not the worst way to spend my last moments, underneath Beckett’s fingers and mouth.
“Your pussy is beautiful, little wren.”
“Beckett,” I pleaded, impatience slipping into my voice.
He blew another breath across my clit in response.
“Please. I’m so … so … close.” I could hardly get the words out as I chased what he offered and yet denied.
“I know, princess. You’re doing so well, fluttering around my fingers, your body blushing with pleasure.”
I preened under his words of praise. I smirked at him as I said, “I was unaware of this sadistic side of you, Beckett.”
“Mmm, and how do you like it?” He flicked my clit once, twice, and the other two fingers kept up their pace inside of me.
I lost all sense of words. Beckett’s grin was wicked as he leaned over to capture my mouth and whispered against my lips, “Okay, princess. Remember to keep the noise down. Screaming my name will have to wait until later.”
He knelt in front of me again, and his mouth was on me. He licked and sucked my clit, his tongue stroking in slow circles, and resumed his ministrations with his fingers. My hips bucked off the worktable – or they would have if not for his other arm once again holding me in place.
Heat spread throughout my body, and seconds later my orgasm crashed through me. My head fell back and tears rolleddown my cheeks as the exquisite pleasure spiraled across every inch of me.
“That’s it, princess. You’re so fucking beautiful as you come undone for me.” Beckett never stopped his fingers as the pleasure rolled over me again and again, expertly working my body through the orgasm. Then another.
The second one hit without warning, and I bowed off the worktable. “Oh, god, yes, Beckett.” How I managed a whisper, I had no idea.
“That’s it. I knew you could give me two, beautiful.” He waited until my body stopped shuddering before he slid his fingers from me and sucked on them. The look of desire and pride on his face made me blush – as if the man hadn’t just skillfully extracted two orgasms from me.
Beckett leaned down and kissed me soundly, thoroughly, as though he was afraid he wouldn’t get the chance to do it again. If I had anything to say about it, he would kiss me all day every day for the rest of our lives.
“Do you think you can stand? Walk?”
“Not yet,” I admitted, my breathing still quick and my heart still pounding. I knew my legs wouldn’t be able to hold me up.
A cheeky grin crossed his face. “Okay, don’t move.” Beckett disappeared from view. I didn’t bother looking to find where he went, my gaze still on the ceiling. It was an enclosed room, he couldn’t have gone far.
Not even thirty seconds later, after what sounded like things being moved and shifted, Beckett was back at our worktable.
“Here, sit up. There you go.” He helped me into a sitting position.
I grinned at him, still in disbelief that this was happening. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he smiled back at me, green eyes aglow. Beckett tucked some hair behind my ear. “How are you?”
I giggled. Giggled. “Really great.”
“Good.” He kissed my forehead. “I brought you water, and a snack.” He held up a water bottle and a protein bar.
“Thanks. You have a secret stash in here?” I asked, reaching for both offerings.
Beckett shrugged. “A mini fridge made sense. Though I’ll need to refill Thatcher’s snacks.”
I laughed. “I’ll be sure to tell him thanks.”
Beckett shot me a look that dared me to do exactly what I said.
