Page 52 of Beautiful Deceit
The hand in my hair fists tighter, pulling me off him.
"Up on your knees," he demands, and I comply then take him back into my mouth. "Soon, I'll be fucking you, Sweets. I'll feel where you have your fingers, now. You’re gonna feel my dick sliding in and out,” He makes shallow thrusts into my mouth, but he seems more interested in what I'm doing to myself.
"Slide a finger in baby, slow, just like that. Do you like riding your hand with my dick in your mouth?" he grunts and pushes a little deeper. I move my hand that strokes him, where my mouth won't reach, and cup his balls gently with it. I put my thumb right behind his tightening balls, and apply pressure in small circles mimicking the movement I am making inside myself. I suck him harder, needing him to orgasm.
"What the fuck?" he barks, then he moans long and deep. His back falls to the mattress as he pumps his hips deep into my throat, "Oh god, don't stop, just like that. Fuck, I'm gonna come."
My own fingers work harder and faster with excitement because I know it was me that made him pant and beg. It is a powerful feeling. I moan my release seconds before he comes in my mouth.
Honestly, I'm not the biggest fan of swallowing, but if it makes Beau happy I'll take it anytime.
I slump over his lower belly kissing and nuzzling his sexy trail of hair, that does indeed lead to a happy place. He grabs me and pulls me up.
"Whoa," I half squeal, as he drags me along his body. I'm almost fully on him. He strokes his hands up and down my back.
The left side of my body is completely on his, my head is pillowed on his wide shoulder, my hand rubbing across his firm chest. I've never been more comfortable than I am at this moment.
Beau kisses my temple, patting my ass.
He orders, "Sleep."
Chapter 15
Iwake smelling burnt toast and thinking my house is on fire. The low curse words I hear raining from Beau make me reassess quickly. I'm covered by only a sheet, and sunlight streams through my equally minimal covered windows, causing me to squint with sleep heavy eyes.
Beau is banging on the toast in order to free the bread. His hair is damp, making it look darker, and he's only wearing his jeans All these years of celibacy are catching up to me, after just two dips back into sex with Beau. I'm hoping he's already ran to the store for condoms. I want another go; I want him inside me.
My lips lift imagining how he would feel.
Beau looks over and seeing I am awake he abandons the toaster, while asking, "Are you laughing at me?” He stalks through the apartment shaking his head with a grin on his face, “That's not very nice Sammy."
"No, I was just thinking," my voice sounds thick and hoarse.
His grin turns to a smirk, "Well what thoughts put that beautiful smile on your face then?" He's prowling over to the bed, his head low, eyes hooded; he looks magnificent.
"Just being silly," I lick my lips nervously, realizing he'll be close enough soon to smell my morning breath.
I slap a hand over my mouth.
"What are you doing?" He cocks an eyebrow.
"I've got yuck mouth, I need to brush," I whisper making him chuckle. I grab the sheet and dart past him to the bathroom. The sheet jerks to a stop, but I keep going, falling face first into the doorframe. I use the momentum to propel myself into the bathroom and close the door. I am completely still, clasping my hands to my naked breasts. For the briefest moment I catch my breath. Then I lose it.
I laugh until I hear Beau inquire, “You alright?” I feel my face blush at his acknowledgement of my disastrous escape. I hum a reply, and he seems satisfied with it. Oh well, at least I can laugh at myself.
I decide to take a quick shower after getting a glimpse of myself in the mirror and what the tiny mole people have done to my head while I slept. I turn my speaker on low and shower, listening to Motown oldies.
After getting out, I find some cute undies. I brush out my long hair, add a tiny bit of frizz cream, and let it air dry. I dab on moisturizer and splash on a tiny bit of Pink Sugar perfume. I coat my lashes with mascara and smear on vanilla Softlips.
I've decided the first place I go today is a place where I can get a robe. I have lived alone too long, and I am too used to being nude whenever I want. I flip off my speaker, immediately hearing Beau's quiet voice. If he’s on the phone, I'll be able to sneak out and grab some stuff then rush back in here to dress.
I mentally plan my outfit so I’ll be as fast as possible. Any bra, a pair of soft denim jeans, and the black and white polka dotted peplum. The peplum is still hanging out from when I was planning to wear it last week, I can grab it super quick.
Beau is still talking in low tones as I crack the door open. I can't see, he must be in the kitchen. The scent of burnt toast is still strong. I tiptoe to the wardrobe, and it creaks open.
I hear Beau say in a louder voice, "That's should be her now, that was fast."
What follows makes me freeze, "You're just used to those high maintenance types, she doesn't need hours to look good."
