Page 51 of Beautiful Deceit
"Where?" He asks and lays over me again kissing my neck and down my throat.
I'm confused by his response, "huh?" his hand is cupping my breast as he rocks his hips forward, it’s the only answer I can give
"Where are the condoms baby?"
"I don't know."
He grunts, "Samantha, where are your condoms?" Beau’s question is punctuated with a harder thrust.
I moan my response, “I don't have any condoms."
He freezes, "You don't have any?"
"Of course not," I say, sounding put out.
"Fuck," he growls and drops his head onto my shoulder.
"You don't have any?" I ask, running my hands down to his butt while I push my heels into the bed. I don't want that lovely friction to stop, so I'll create it myself. He regains the initiative and grinds down causing both of us to give a verbal response.
"No baby, didn't want to jinx it. Why don't you?” He pants and lifts my leg over his elbow to give more space for his hips to slot closer into thevof my open thighs.
My neck arches from the pressure. My brain short circuits.
"Never needed them," I husk, pulling his hair and bringing his mouth down to mine.
"You don't bring anyone here, Sweets? I'm the only one who'll be taking you in your bed?"
My tongue tastes his neck, his head turns giving me better access. When I bite the top of his shoulder, he jerks forward. I love the feel of that momentary loss of control.
He regains the upper hand by pinching my nipple and challenges, "Am I the only one, that'll have you here, in your home?" Good thing, he repeated the question, because I'd already forgotten it.
"Never here, only twice years ago." I answer honestly hoping he'll keep touching me.
"Years?" He questions, sounding confused.
I growl, done with the questioning, "Yes, years." I push him back, thinking if we can't have sex, I can at least get my mouth on him. I'm so desperate, I'll take care of myself while I lick him.
He moves back thinking I'm trying to stop him and rolls on his side breathing heavy, "Why years Sammy?” He probes as I push him on his back. He goes willingly, preoccupied, possibly with my not having sex for years.
I try to remove his shorts.
He looks down at me confused. "No condom?"
We are both addled, "I don't need it for this, shush!"
His mouth drops open,"You're shushing me, now?" I don't bother with a reply.
I wrap my hand around him and stroke a few times before I lower my face running my nose through the hair beneath his navel. The air in his lungs rushes out and he huffs loudly. I rub my check against his flat stomach, then lower feeling the short hairs tickling me. When my nose is right next to his thick shaft, I let go of him with my hand and dart my tongue out to lave him from root to tip.
He smells clean, like sandalwood soap.
"Oh shit. Fuck," he grates, before I even take him in my mouth.
When I do I groan with satisfaction at having him again. Beau's hand moves to my hair. He lifts himself up on his elbow to watch me. I move my hand to my damp thighs, moving lower as I take him further into my mouth.
The tip of my breast rubs against his powerful thigh as my head moves up and down over him. My fingers circle my clit, eliciting a moan.
"Sammy are you touching yourself? I want to watch you baby. See how much you need me," His voice is guttural, I hum my response around him.
