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Chapter Ten
Afterthedessertcoursewas done, Mia and Nora left, leaving Alessandra and Beau alone. Alessandra was feeling relaxed and a bit tipsy. They’d finished the first bottle of wine, and the second bottle was already half empty. Over dinner, they’d shared their highlights of the past year.
Now that they were alone, Beau moved into the chair next to Alessandra, where he had previously been sitting at the head of the table.
He placed his hand on her thigh, over the fabric of her body-hugging dress, but she felt a tug in her crotch. A warmth moved through her body—one she didn’t attribute to the wine.
“I’ve wanted to be next to you this whole time,” Beau whispered, his breath tickling the inside of her ear. His hand was only on one part of her skin, but her desire increased.
“You’re making me want to take those pants off,” she whispered back.
“Feel free,” he said. “But I’m going to warn you. I have you captive in the house all night. I plan to use the opportunity to make you beg to have me.”
“You’ve made me beg before,” Alessandra said, her mouth slightly open as she breathed deeply. “It’s not nice.”
Beau moved his hand down her leg, slipping it under her dress. He began to move it up her bare thigh. “I seem to recall you found it very nice,” he teased back. He moved his hand up further. “Especially when I did this.” His hand was nearly on her crotch. “And this.” His hand started to slightly rub over her underwear. “And I think you found this particularlynice.”
Alessandra moaned. Her other lovers were skilled, but no other man was able to tease and tempt her the way Beau did. The best ones were just as unselfish as Beau was, being sure to get her ready before moving further. Yet they hadn’t been able to elicit the pure sexual need she felt when she was with Beau. And it was aneed.
As Beau continued to rub over her panties, he began to kiss the side of her neck. Her hips lifted against his hand, needing closer contact. She began to grind upward, pressing up as he pressed down. “Slow down, baby,” he murmured against her neck. “You don’t need to come right now. Be patient, my girl.”
“I don’t want to be patient,” she groaned. “I want you inside me.”
Beau continued to kiss. They were facing each other, his left hand around her shoulders as his right hand continued to work its magic. He moved it up, touching her lightly, moving toward her stomach.
She whined in protest when he moved away from her crotch. She needed the contact down there. “Poor baby,” he said. “Let’s see how wet you are, then.” His fingers changed direction and moved down again, this time looping underneath the elastic of her panties.
She lifted her hips again, trying to greet his hand with the soft point where she wanted his touch. He stopped briefly to circle his finger around it, this time causing her to sigh with delight. When he seemed to move away from that spot again, she might have complained, except that he used two of his fingers to press inside her. He hooked them slightly to press against her walls, moving up and down inside.
“God, you are wet,” he said. “You are dripping wet, my love.”
She noticed his use of the word but was too sexually aroused to question it. He kept moving his fingers from inside her vagina to the outside pressure point, then inside again, then rubbing her clit in a hypnotic rhythm. Her mind was totally focused on her crotch. She tried to move her hand to touch him, but he trapped her arms with his own.
“Just enjoy it, baby. Go ahead and ride my fingers. It feels good, doesn’t it? Your walls are gripping them so tight. I can’t wait to be inside you, you’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice still a sexy whisper that only served to make her hotter.
She quit trying to get her hands on him, relaxing and riding his fingers as they moved between her vagina and clit. She knew she was wet as she bucked against him.
“That’s it, sexy girl. That’s it, let me make you come.” He was now gently sucking on her ear between his whispers encouraging her to let go.
She almost didn’t want to come, the plateau felt so intensely pleasurable where she was at. “It feels too good right here. Just keep it there, Beau. Keep it going. Right there,” she panted as she continued to press up against his hand.
“Not going to come, baby?” he teased. “That’s fine; we’ll just stay here all night, my fingers pressed against your soft walls, my palm on your clit. My dick hard as a rock, wanting to be inside you.”
She felt the uncontrollable rise at his sexy commentary. “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming. I can’t stop,” she yelled. She was fully clothed except for her panties, which were now around her knees. The orgasm rising made her entire body tense. When she went over the edge with one final gasp, she felt her walls pulse methodically.
After a moment, Beau said, “Baby, you coming with my fingers inside you was the sexiest fucking feeling.”
Alessandra felt like she should be tired after that orgasm, but when she looked down after his comment and saw the bulge in his pants, her desire to have all of him inside her rose. She looked at him devilishly, then pulled him into the living room, leaving her panties behind.
She walked them closer to a rectangular ottoman, facing her. “Now I want to kiss you. All over.”
Beau had been entranced by Alessandra’s response to his touch. He hadn’t intended on making her come with his fingers, but as soon as her vagina began to tighten around them, he was filled with the desire to take her to the end that way. It was so hot to know that, just using his fingertips, he had the ability to make her respond like that.
The wetter she got, the harder it made him. He’d considered pulling his pants down so she could touch him, but he wanted to pay attention to the details of her every second of the way. And when she had come, the sensation was unlike any other. Not only did he feel the unconscious grasping around his fingers, but he was able to look at her when she let go.
She was now leading him into the living room. As they walked, he thought she might want to take a break before resuming their lovemaking—he briefly considered that word. It really wasn’t sex with her, it was lovemaking. They were making love, and he wanted to make more of it.
He looked at her as she pushed him toward the ottoman. She had said she wanted to kiss him all over.
