Page 60 of Burning Skies
With water in my lashes, I look up at him as I flick mytongue over his head. I put on a show so he can watch me take him in my mouth. I lick his slit and he groans in approval.
From this angle, he’s a Michelangelo. All sinew and corded muscle.
As I suck and lick and pull him to the back of my throat, his grunts make my clit pulse. So I reach down and rub myself as I give him a blow job.
“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come too.” He grips my tits and pinches my nipples. “Do you like this?”
I nod. For some reason, I like Beau’s roughness. He always does it the right way. He’s featherlight on my clit but rough on my tits. It’s perfect.
He pulls on my nipples, just a little, and my whole body lights up.
But it’s the way he watches me, the way his thumb rubs over my lips as I stretch wide over his cock, that sets me on fire. “You’re doing such a good job, princess. I’m gonna come so hard.”
I rub my clit faster as he swells in my mouth. When he tries to pull out, I shake my head.
“Are you sure?”
Yes, Beau. Come down my throat.
Rhythmically, I suck his swollen head and tightly swirl my hand around his base. “Fuck,” he shouts when he finds his release.
I swallow every drop and relish every curse he mutters.
Watching him come is all I need to detonate.
When he slides out of my mouth and looks down at me with so much affection, it hurts my heart.
Because, someday soon, I’m going to have to let Beau Walker go.
And I don’t think I’m going to be ready.
After he towels me off, we collapse naked in his bed. I curl up, and he immediately pulls me to his chest and drags the covers over us. “Do you need to be anywhere in the morning? Should I set an alarm?”
“No alarm.” I’m ready to enjoy a lazy Sunday morning with him.
“Go to sleep, baby.”
I’m not prepared for how good it feels to sleep in his arms. It’s blissful.
Some time in the middle of the night, I get up to go to the bathroom, and I hear a little meow outside his bedroom. I crack open the door, and a little orange kitten bounds in and jumps on the bed like she owns the place. I smile and slide under the blankets.
When the sun creeps through the blinds a few hours later, I realize there’s more than one kitten pouncing on the bed.
“I see you met my little monsters,” Beau says groggily.
I glance over, and there’s a kitten making biscuits on his chest and another one curled up near his head. “How did this happen?”
“I’m a sucker for a kitten in need. Come here.”
He pulls me to him, displacing a feline, who shoots us an irritated look as she makes her way across the bedding to settle in front of me. I pet her, and she relaxes and starts to purr. “This is nice. I could get used to you.”
“Do you mean me or my kittens?”
Laughing, I tug his arm around me. “Them, but you’re not so bad, I guess.”
“You guess?” He tickles me, and I squeal.
I love teasing him. Leaning back, I look up at him. “A sexy cowboy and kittens? I’m all about this vibe. If you’re not careful,I’m going to take a photo of you with your kittens and make it my screensaver.”
