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She was every fantasy he’d never realized he had in one perfect package.
A tentative smile curled up her lips. “You’re being kind.”
“I’m being honest.” He reached for her breast, then remembered his promise. “Will you let me?”
Heavenly gave him a jerky nod.
Her nipples had beaded under the gentle stir of the air conditioning, but they tightened even more the moment he cradled the weight of her breast in his hand. Then he did the same to her other, sweeping his thumbs across the hard tips, fascinated by the way she gasped and her knees buckled and a flush rose all over her body.
He had to taste them.
Beck bent and lifted a nipple to his lips. “You okay with this?”
“Uh-huh.” Her voice sounded deliciously unsteady.
He smiled as he lowered his head the last inch and sucked the velvety bead into his mouth, laving her with his tongue and moaning around her flesh. Her head rolled back on her shoulders, and she curled her hands around his head, urging him closer.
After working the bud for long minutes, he drew back and popped it from between his lips, then lavished the same treatment on the other, sliding the first between his thumb and forefinger. Heavenly wriggled against him, her little moans an encouragement to lay her down, spread her out, and take everything she offered. But they’d negotiated—not that she realized it—and he’d promised her boundaries.
Beck forced himself to step back with a reluctant sigh. “Thank you. Lie on the bed.”
Slowly, she eased back, sitting first, then lying down, scooting to the center, splaying out in a pose he didn’t think she meant to be sexy. But hell if it wasn’t—lips, arms, and thighs all parted unconsciously as if she waited for him.
“That’s it. Show me how you make yourself feel good.”
Heavenly shot him a nervous stare. “You’re really going to stand over me and watch?”
“To start with.” He gave her a wry smile. “As gorgeous as you are, I might have to join you and give myself some fucking relief.”
“I’d like to see that.” She smiled in spite of her tension, her expression unconsciously come-hither. “Maybe I’ll help you.”
Jesus, she kept surprising—and arousing—him. When he finally fucked her, Beck had a feeling she was going to wreck him.
“You’re welcome to touch me anytime, anywhere, any way. Now be a good little girl and put your fingers in your pussy.”
Heavenly nodded, then laid her hands on the fluttering flat of her belly before letting her right drift down unerringly into her damp curls. With her left hand, she parted her pouting folds, showing him all her prettiest, most private pink parts. Even at a distance, he could tell she was aroused.
“Are you wet?”
She gave him a shaky nod.
“Tell me. Say it.”
“My pussy is wet.”
Her whisper was so faint and high-pitched. He heard her nerves. He heard her need. He heard her surrender. It was killing him.
“It is. And it smells so good, sweet like cotton candy. Show me how you rub your clit.”
She did, slowly at first, like she wasn’t sure what to do. Or whether he would like it. Ha! Watching her drag her fingers across her shy little bud was mind-blowing. His mouth watered. His cock screamed. He’d give anything to dive face first into her.
Instead, he could only stare, hands clenched into fists, and subject himself to the most decadent erotic torture imaginable.
“Rub it harder. Faster.” His hoarse voice came out ragged.
She complied with a beseeching stare, circling her clit with more speed and force until a desperate whimper fell from her lips.
“That’s it. You’re juicy and so swollen and tempting. Jesus, your velvety walls gripping my finger as you quivered and came haunts me.”
Unable to resist her lure, he inched closer until his thigh met the mattress, watching her breathing turn choppy and her body go tense. She tossed her head back, arching her throat to him, and spread her legs wider. The heady scent of her sex hung thick in the air.
“Look at me while you climb that peak.”
With a mewl, she did. Her blue eyes were dark, smoky. Her hips rocked as their stares fused. A rousing pink hue colored her naked flesh. “Beck…”
“You look fucking stunning.” He was trying like hell to keep his hands and mouth off her.
Heavenly was close. Her keening cries echoed off the walls. The ache behind his zipper grew to a painful throb. Unable to stand the torture any longer, Beck unzipped his fly and let his cock spring into his waiting hand. He hissed in relief as he gripped his shaft and slowly stroked himself.
Instantly, her fingers stilled as she watched with wide eyes, fixated on the bunching of his biceps and the clenching of his fist. She licked her lips.
Fuck. Her innocent response was gutting him. “Don’t stop. Let your fingers do the walking and we’ll come together.”
