Page 78 of Get to You
Beau drops to a knee, his face almost even with mine. His thumb strokes over my bottom lip. He pulls back, and I lick the same path. His green eyes follow the movement, and his tongue peeks out right before he bites his full bottom lip then releases it slowly.
"Will you spend the day with me Sammy?" I find myself nodding. Unable to speak. Beau leans forward, his intention clear. I can’t refuse him. I'm dazzled by him and the way he makes me feel, like I'm desirable, like he wants me as much as I want him.
The kiss is slow and claiming. He owns my mouth with every touch of his tongue and lips. I know I will never feel this with any other man.
Beau cradles my face as his thumb rubs my cheek and his other hand moves to the nape of my neck. The hold becomes firm, but his mouth his still gentle on mine. My hands wrap around his shoulders. I break the kiss and take a deep breath.
He nuzzles right behind my ear. Both of my hands rise up over his shoulders, and I run my palms up the sides of his neck as I kiss and lick his throat. He leans back, allowing me access. I feel him swallow with the flat of my tongue. I shiver, remembering how badly I wanted to feel that a few short weeks ago. Beau's hands grip my hips, squeezing and releasing.
"Ah sweets, I'm trying to be good, but I want to be inside you. We have to stop." His voice is low, and his words are slow, like he doesn't want to say them. The fog recedes slowly from my mind as he drops his forehead to mine and takes a few steadying breaths while my hands still cling to his neck. I pant from the desire coursing through my veins. I squeeze my thighs together and wiggle, trying to find any relief from the ache he's caused.
"Fuck, don't do that," He shakes his head and closes his eyes. "I wanna make that better," he whispers almost to himself. His hands pull my hips forward and he wedges his torso between my knees. "I can take that away," he purrs and swivels his hips, giving me a small taste, but there is still too much distance between us to truly feel him. The noise I make can only be described as a whimper. His body jerks when he hears it. "Fuuuck," he coos like he's saying the sweetest endearment.
"Beau," I plead, not sure for what.
"I got you baby," he whispers looking up at me. My short nightgown is bunched up by my hips, leaving my green panties exposed. I wiggle against him, and his eyes zero in on the movement to the apex of my thighs. My fingers burrow into his hair, tugging lightly to bring his head to my chest. He inhales and closes his eyes. He blinks them open slowly and looks up into my eyes and moves closer to the tip of my breast and bites me through the fabric. I arch up to him and then down lower. His fingers drum over my ribs then he continues on his path. I'm desperate. His jaw is taut, but other than that, there is no evidence he's struggling with his body the way I am.
His movements are slow and deliberate as he watches my face every time he grinds his hardness in between my thighs. I want him as frantic as I am.
Beau slides one hand between my legs and toys with the elastic on my inner thigh. My hips roll, trying to bring him closer, but his other hand clamps to clamp over my thigh stilling my movement.
"Beau I want to feel you," a tremor works its way up his body, and his eyes darken
"Samantha," a warning is clear in his tone, but I don't know what he's threatening, and I'm too lost in feeling to care. My hands release his hair and move over my own body. I cup my breast and feel my nipples against my palms. My nightgown sleeve dips past my shoulders, and I shiver.
I need something, anything right now. My eyes close, and my back arches. I feel his eyes on me, his breath ghosts over my cheek, but he doesn't stop me. He doesn’t put his hands where I need them. I make a frustrated sound and move one of my hands down. As soon as my finger tips delve under the waistband of my panties, Beau's hand grabs mine.
"I want this, sweets. It's mine, right?" He leans forward, his bare chest brushing against my cheek.
My hands move over his back.
"Yes, yours," I agree easily as I run my tongue over his chest. I feel his small, hard nipple that I circle with my tongue.
Beau sucks in a breath, and I use my teeth. His hips jerk, hitting the sofa below me.
"You are pushing me sweets," he growls and leans away. I'm so tempted to tell him I don't care if he has a condom, that I'm on birth control, but I try and keep my sanity at least for the time being. Beau leans his large frame over mine and scoops me up by my bottom. I cling to his back, my legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as he walks us back to my bed.
When my back hits the soft mattress I lessen my hold on him. It was exhilarating being carried by him.
Beau climbs over me and lines up our bodies. He makes a low rumbling sound making my toes curl.
"God, you feel so good," he mummers while grinding against me. I nod thinking the same about him.
"Still no condom?" I ask and tilt my pelvis up so I can feel his erection between the fabric as it rubs my wet folds. I brush against his tip.
He groans and drops his head to my shoulder. Shaking his head back and forth, Beau moves his hand over my hip and down to my butt. Where he pulls me tighter to him and rocks against me.
I reach down between us. I push the band of his boxer briefs down and grip him in my hand. With him between my legs I can finally feel his velvet soft tip bare on my inner thigh. I rub him against my damp panties giving us both pleasure.
"Ugh," he grunts, working his hips and pushing into my hand.
My legs are parted so wide. My head tips back and my back arches. I'm so lost in the feeling that I stop moving my hand and just absorb the blissful awareness of him.
His hand urges mine away from him as he tugs my panties to the side and I feel him for the first time as flesh on flesh. He rocks forward putting the tip of his cock right against the bundle of nerves that seem to control my whole body right now.
"Oh damn," he curses. A few more thrusts like that, and I'll be gone. I use my hand on the headboard and push down as he grinds up to me. Briefly, I realize I'm riding the ridge of his cock. It’s an act that should embarrass me, but I don't care. I don’t care about the noises that I'm making or the desperate grip I have on his neck with my free hand.
His green eyes are hooded, and he clenches his teeth, making the strong line of his jaw seem like it's been etched with a chisel. "God, Beau. I'm so close," I rasp.
