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I begin pushing the shell buttons through the placket of my button-down. God, I’m going so slow because I never want to forget the soul stealing way she’s looking at me.
Vanessa’s tongue peeks out between her peachy pink lips, eyeing my hands as I take off my shirt. Her fingers pull at the hem of my shirt and her short fingernails scrape against my skin as she lifts the white tee. Since I’m taller, I sit down on the edge of the bed and let her draw it over my head. She holds it in her hands bringing it up to her nose then drops it to the floor.
The spectacular woman standing in front of me in her tiny green boy shorts snatches the oxygen I need to breathe. She slinks between my knees, clips her fingers inside her underwear and wiggles them down one slow movement at a time.
My face is one inch away from paradise. “God, you’re stunning.” Her breathing is uneven, and I love how us being together has never felt like a chore or just something to do. It was always special. We were never kids just getting off. Maybe it’s because we started “dating” at twelve, and it took years before we had sex.
They say it’s emotional for women. Well, it is for men, too. Yes, I can andhavehad mindless sex to get my rocks off, but when you have feelings that run deep for someone, it changes what you get out of it and what you put into it.
I kiss her mound. “This is new.” She has a landing strip. Not too thin or wide, perfectly cut. I circle her with my tongue while my hands wander over her legs and hips. Vanessa always loved the light touch. “Do you still like this babe?”
ChapterNineteen
VANESSA
“Yes.” I draw out thes, not that I’m trying to be sexy, it’s just been so long since anyone has been there with their mouth.
Why does Beau Landry have to have a tongue that’s made in the devil’s image? He knows how to lurk in the deepest, darkest spots of my body, and he strikes to please. Already, I feel my inner thighs wet with arousal.
He picks one leg up and puts my knee over his shoulder, placing his warm, delicious lips on my center. I shudder against his touch, and his smile spreads across my sensitive skin. He moves between my center and the skin on my legs.
“Beau,” I say his name for no reason other than the fact that I want to acknowledge our being together and to make sure it’s really him and this isn’t just another R-rated dream.
“Tonight, I’m going to love you. Tomorrow, I’m going to pound you senseless,” he says, pressing his fingers into my ass, dragging my body into his.
He suckles and licks like when we used to eat yellow honeysuckles. Like I’m a delicate flower and he’s finding the best way to get the juice inside so we wouldn’t disturb the petals or break the stem.
“You’re making me crazy.”
“Relax, we’re not sprinting through this. It’s been too long.” His hands skate up my sides and back down.
I look down at him. His eyes are glossed over, I take my leg off his shoulder and straddle his thick thighs. His length stands at attention through the cotton, so I have to press it against his abdomen. I tease him like he’s been teasing me—gliding slowly over his erection. He’s so hard and large that I’m scared it won’t fit. I haven’t had sex in a long time. I drop my head into his neck.
“Is it possible that this is the best I’ve ever felt? Tonight?” I ask, not needing an answer. It’s the possibility of being together again for more than one night. He askedwhat if it’s more…and I want more. So much more.
Our lips shudder before they reach each other, but then he nips and caresses them. Leaning my body against his chest, we fall backward as his back hits the comforter. This is the first time I noticed the naked changes in his body.
Simply put, he’s all man. Everything is thicker and broader. I run my hands down his chest keeping my gaze on his face. He tightens, grabbing my hips, seeking friction. “I feel like I’ve been drugged.” I start to giggle. “You’re my drug.”
This loosens him back up. I fall on to his chest and he flips us over, scooting higher on the mattress. We’re like teenagers grinding against each other. I’ve always loved grinding against Beau. I reach between us, flirting with the waistband of his boxers before sneaking a few fingers inside and finding a silky smooth head. My fingers trace its edges as a masculine rumble escapes his throat.
“A single touch from you is all it takes,” he says as he gets off the bed, removing his boxers.
The light from outside blankets his body in slatted shadows. He’s freaking magnificent. Everything is old but new.
Rising on the mattress, I get on my knees at the edge of the bed. Doubt creeps into my mind. I haven’t done this since I was eighteen. No man deserved my lips on them. Sucking a man, in my opinion, is intimate, lots of married couples don’t even do it. Or at least that’s what I would hear men at the bar talking about.
His hand threads through my out of control hair, bringing my mouth closer. His lids close for a second as I stroke him with my hand. “This is big,” I say as I lightly lick the mushroom tip.
He doesn’t laugh but his fingers massage my scalp, and when I’m ready, I take him in a couple of inches at a time. He lets out a heavy breath. This was something we never did with him standing up. We were usually in a car or on a couch and it was independent of intercourse.
“I don’t know how to do this.” I look at him. I stroke and swirl.
“Whatever you do will be per….” His words fall off a cliff.
“I’ve never. I’ve only…with you.”
His lust filled eyes fly open. Without asking or affirming what I meant. He says, “We’ll figure out what feels good. Just like we did for the first six years we were together.”
