“Never.” He kisses down my neck and pulls my nipple into his mouth.
Oh god.
“I just liked seeing you worked up. So I fed off your energy.”
“That’s kind of twisted,” I tell him. “And I think I like it.”
The vibration of his laugh touches my chest, causing me to buck my hips. He jerks my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. Then he pulls a condom out of his wallet and tosses his pants to the floor.
“Oh,” I say and nod to the small packet. “We don’t need that. We’re good.”
The smile on his lips makes my heart race.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
He kisses me again as he slowly pushes inside me.
“Oh god,” I gasp out. “Wow.”
He pulls back out on a groan and slams back into me.
Holy shit. He’s huge. He’s just like I imagined after feeling him the other day. This is incredible.
He pulls out, and I itch to reach for him, but he buries his face between my legs before I can protest his absence. He licks me once.
“Beck. Oh my god.”
His tongue works quickly, and my body responds even faster.
Like before, he stops. I pop my eyes open to ask why he still loves to torture me, but he slides back inside me in one hard thrust.
Yes!
Over and over he repeats this process. Licking me and then fucking me.
Over and over and over. Each position brings me right to the edge before he switches.
“Baby, you feel so good.”
“I feel good.” I pant. “God, you’re driving me absolutely mad.”
“I’m about to come. Can you come with me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He picks up the pace, and I can feel it, the current coursing through my veins and turning my vision white.
“Calla!” Beck calls out just as my orgasm kidnaps my entire body. I have no control over what it does for the next thirty seconds.
“Holy shit,” I say when my vision returns.
“Holy shit,” Beck says, lying next to me. We both laugh as he pulls me in close.
“Give me five minutes, and we are doing that again.”
A giddy sensation swallows my heart.
