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He stretched my walls as he pushed in. My mouth went wide in ecstasy at the feel of him pushing me to my limits. He was so thick. A man shouldn’t be allowed to be that thick and that long. It should be one or the other. Oh, for fuck’s sake, he was going even deeper!
I clutched the bedsheets in my fists and held on.
And I closed my mouth around his fingers and started sucking on them as I clenched around his girth invading me. God, he felt so good. I’d forgotten how good this felt. I’d known it was good but this, this was—
My first orgasm erupted like a sudden earthquake, spasming and then shaking through my body with aftershocks. Which then just started building into another climax.
It was then that Beau’s eyes shot to mine in recognition. It was still a confused recognition. He really didn’t remember much about that night, that was clear. But this one thing had made it through the haze. I would have laughed if I wasn’t on the precipice of another super-orgasm.
Beau Radcliffe could make me come like a fucking freight train. Over and over and over again. It was obscene. I didn’t know what the hell it was about him. It had never happened with anyone before him, certainly, and after him, well, I just didn’t see a ton of point in going out to bars after he’d, well… set the bar so high.
But I’d been busy too. I was going to get around to it. For real. He did not break me for all other men. He did not.
Oh God, it was cresting again. I was riding the wave, riding it up and up and up—
Beau reached down with the hand not still in my mouth, propped up on his elbow, and grabbed my hip in that crazy sexy way some guys have—okay, not some guys—just Beau. He grabbed my hip in the crazy sexy way Beau had, where he sort of dragged me forward onto his cock and gripped my hips in his fingers like he just couldn’t get enough of me, like he was so obsessed with my body in that moment and—
“Oh God!” I shouted as I came, squeezing around Beau so much that he started cussing too.
Seeing him losing control was the most insane thing yet. He was a god, usually so contained, finally unleashed. I dug my fingernails into his back and lifted my legs around his hips. More, I needed more of him. I needed him closer. Deeper inside me, as deep as he could fucking get.
His body was eager to help me out, hands dragging me toward him by my hip while he lunged forward to bottom out inside me. His brow was knitted with something that looked like pleasure and pain and ecstasy as for a moment, just the briefest moment, he completely lost himself as he spilled inside me—
All around us, canes pounded the floor, and it was like our climax reverberated through the entire room.
4
Beau
I’ve never lived with a woman before. Aside from an occasional weekend getaway, I’ve never even spent more than one night in a row with anyone else. Getting used to sharing the same airspace with another human being was probably going to be more challenging than anything the Elders could throw my way.
I was never one to play nice with others, and making new friends was not a skill of mine. But alas, waiting on Abilene as I stared at the closed bathroom door so we could head to the dining room for breakfast, was already testing my patience. I had nearly gotten my steps in for the day simply by pacing back and forth, wearing down the expensive Oriental rug beneath me.
Knocking on the door, I said, “Abilene? Are you okay in there?”
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” she called back.
“I told Mrs. H we’d be down there by now. We’re five minutes late already.”
I hated being late. One of my biggest peeves in life were late people. Being late meant you thought your time was more valuable than another’s. Whenever I conducted interviews for a new position in Radcliffe, if they didn’t arrive ten minutes early, I didn’t even bother wasting my time with an interview. Being late meant termination. Everyone knew what I expected, and tardiness was a deal breaker.
I heard the sink run, the toilet flush, and then finally Abilene emerged.
“Sheesh, why the rush?” she asked, fluffing her hair as she came out. The blow-dryer had been on long enough; I’d have thought there couldn’t possibly be anything left to primp.
Really though, she was so much more fresh-faced and approachable seeming than last night. Then again, the evening seemed like a blur of insanity, and I was already trying to push it out of my mind. She also was dressed much more casually. Instead of a ballgown and a tiara, she wore a pink t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Simple but still stunning. Her long red hair flowed down her back, and I did everything I could to not stare at her freckles that I knew had the power to do me in.
