Page 39 of Beautiful Deceit
Couldn't he kiss me some more, touch me so it feels natural for that to happen? I don't know what to do. Do I take my clothes off? Or does he? I'm glad I shaved, but I still can’t imagine him being so close to me, there.
"Sammy," Beau calls, purposefully drawing me out of my spiral of worries.
"Okay, okay," I murmur like a teenager. I leave my clothes on since he didn't ask me to take them off. I don't turn around as I crawl up the bed. I get to the center of the mattress and turn to face him, my eyes still downcast.
I feel weird sitting on my bed waiting for him, wearing jeans and a shirt. A giggle slips free, before I bite my bottom lip to hold my mouth shut.
I hear a hum and look up to see Beau standing in the same spot looking at me with a small grin.
"Take your shirt off, Sweets."
“Wh-what?" With him still all the way over there?
“Samantha," I roll my eyes because the jackass is testing me. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor in his direction. It lands long before it can actually hit him.
I'm tempted to cover my belly, but that would look weird to him. Hey Beau, mind just staring at my tits? I'm gotta keep my belly rolls out of sight. It's not like it's a secret. I move my hands back to prop myself up.
He walks over.
Beau leans over me and grabs my hand moving me upward. He presses my palm to the front of his jeans, "You feel me Sweets? So hard."
"Yes," I caress the seam of his fly and down one leg to where his bulge is most prevalent.
"I'm like this because of you, because I love what I see and can't wait to see what I haven't. Understand?”
Has this man ever heard the word no? I mean really, it's like all his questions are set ups worded in just the right way to make you want to say yes to anything he asks of you.
"Yes, Beau, I do."
He moves forwardonto the bed, and I lay back as he crawls over me.
"Sammy you always look so beautiful, but under me---you look like a goddess." He seems so sincere and with the way he's looking at me right now, I feel his words.
"Thank you, not just for saying it, but for making me feel it."
He parts my legs to settle his knees between them.
"Always," he replies. Beau spends a few seconds admiring my bra before unclasping it at the center. As the cups fall away, he leans down to kiss each tip. I lean my head back as my straps fall down my arms. I want more contact, but he’s moved to unzipping my pants. He slips each of my legs out of the fabric, kissing each of my inner thighs. I’m an absolute wreck by the time he leaves me in just a pair of black lace cheeky panties.
“Much better,” he says as he wraps one of my legs around his hip and rubs his jean covered arousal against my lace covered clit. The friction is near perfection, as the delicate lace meets rough denim. He moves my thigh higher so we are closer as he rolls his hips again. I’m moaning, breathless from the sensations, nearing completion, but Beau is not done with me yet.
He kneels between my thighs, asking me to flip over so I'm on my stomach. I breathe deeply, unsure what is going on, but willing to do anything. He kisses me from my ankles to the back of my neck. His long hair grazes along my skin. I shiver, sensitive from his touch. He reaches the divots in my lower back and pecks them before he pulls my panties with his teeth. He snaps the elastic band, and I inhale on the sting. His mouth continues to go further down to the bottom of my butt cheek, biting the curve of bare skin left uncovered by the cut of my panties. He places his thumbs on my lower back and slides his hand under my panties, removing them.
He moves back up to my shoulder, kissing along my nape. He grinds his clothed body against my naked one, rubbing his denim-covered erection against my ass.
I want his pants off.
I want to feel him.
I whimper when he moves back and get goosebumps from the loss of his heat.
"Over Sammy," he growls. I turn over onto my back, and he’s kissing me. His kisses start as soft and sweet, open-mouthed gentle pecks. Then he changes his tactics to hard and demanding, unforgiving, biting my lip and everything in between.
It's so strange to feel his clothes on my naked flesh. I reach for the hem of his shirt to take it off. Beau stops kissing to grab the back collar of his shirt and pulls it off.
His chest and stomach are breathtaking, "Holy shit," I stammer from the sight. He chuckles and forces my hand to his chest, keeping his hand on mine, mirroring his past movement as we bump down his abs to his lower belly. I can feel fine hairs against my fingertips after we pass his navel. "That's so sexy," I find myself saying. My thighs clench around his hips.
"Really? I'm usually bare."
