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BEAU
I’d said too much. Tipped my hand, as they say. Confessed that not only did I want to marry Sam, but I wanted to have as many children as we could. Surprisingly, she hadn’t flinched. Or at least she’d said she wasn’t terrified.
I thanked God she’d agreed to return to the inn with me rather than seek out this Hoss character. Ineededto be close to her. Bodies connected. Skin on skin. I needed to hear my name on her lips as she cried out in pleasure and hear her tell me again that she loved me.
The drive from the Lilacs to the inn, then taking the lift to our floor, even the walk to the room, felt endless.
I told Sam I’d tend to Wanda. Rather than demanding she wait for me naked and on the bed, then changing my mind like I had before, I left it up to her.
After I fed the cat and opened one of the catnip-filled toys I’d gotten for her what felt like weeks rather than days ago, I made my way to the bedroom. I smiled when I saw the door was closed. My mouth salivated at what waited for me on the other side.
“Knock, knock,” I said, rapping lightly.
“Come in, my love,” she said, using the term of endearment I used for her.
I opened the door and found her lying on the bed, wearing a silk wrap I’d not seen before. Its deep red hue, the color of a rich Cabernet Sauvignon, against her olive skin was breathtaking.
“Samantha, you are magnificent,” I said with bated breath, marveling at her beauty as I stalked toward her. I was within a step or two when she shifted and the wrap fell open, revealing her breasts.
Too impatient to remove my clothes, I toed off my boots, climbed on the bed, and spread her legs so I could rest between them. I began at the hollow of her neck, kissing my way down the soft skin of her sternum, then gently sucked her pink nipple into my mouth.
Sam’s mewls of pleasure nearly undid me as she weaved her fingers in my hair, holding me to her breast. I couldn’t stop there, though. My lips and fingers trailed down her body until I reached the hot, wet heaven between her thighs.
“Beau,” she cried when I stroked between her folds first with my finger, then my tongue.
“Yes, my love?”
She reached for the button on my trousers, but I caught her wrist.
“I am too on edge, my gorgeous Samantha. If I allow you to touch me now, the pleasure I’d otherwise give you will have to wait.”
She stuck out her bottom lip, and I caught it between my teeth, gently pinching her nipple at the same time I ground my hardness between her legs.
“Do you feel how much I want you? How much I need you?”
“Please, Beau.”
“Please? What is it you need?”
“Your skin on mine.” Given she’d said something so close to my earlier thoughts, I couldn’t deny her. I stood, pushing her legs open when she moved to close them.
“Let me look at you.” I pulled at the buttons on my shirt, not caring if every one popped off and scattered on the floor. Her eyes trailed from my face to the ink on my chest. “Like this?” My finger outlined the petals of the flower that transformed into the sun.
“Not as much as this.” She sat on the edge of the bed, and like my finger had trailed the petal, she used hers to trace the words below my navel. “La petite mort,” she murmured before wrapping her arms around me and pressing herself against my body so my cock was wedged between her breasts. Then she used her tongue to trace the same words she’d said aloud.
Knowing if her tongue made contact with my cock, I’d never last, I picked her up and gently rested her on the bed. I spread her legs again and pressed my finger inside her wetness. When I added a second, her breathing registered as gasps of pleasure.
“Please, Beau,” she said again.
I removed my fingers but quickly replaced them with my cock, entering her slowly, waiting as her body softened and I could ease in deeper. Then I hooked one of her legs with my arm and thrust hard.
Her eyes widened. “God, Beau.”
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
Her head moved from side to side. “I need more.”
I pulled out and thrust again, no longer able to hold myself back. I reached between our bodies and stroked her clit. “You are mine, Samantha,” I groaned as her body clenched, and we reached the pinnacle of pleasure together. I kissed her, not wanting to let her go. Only then, as my breathing settled, did I realize I hadn’t worn a condom.
