Page 82 of Beautiful Deceit
Our eyes lock, the hands that were playful moments ago slowly caress up my sides. My laughter dies as Beau’s head dips, and he seals his mouth to mine. The kiss is purposeful, hot, and masterful, like he’s known my lips for a lifetime. His hard body presses me against the door as he surrounds me with his body.
His hand travels down my thighs and hooks under my knee. My thoughts scatter. He moves his mouth down to my throat. His hand hoists my thigh to settle around his hip. I lose my balance, making a little noise between pants, my head thrown back. He grabs my other leg, wrapping it around him as well. His hand circles my ass, grabbing firmly as he grinds forward, holding me tight to him. I can’t believe he is carrying me.
"Inside," he drawls, and I nod, thinking he's referring to me. He takes me in one hand, and I squeal, thinking I will fall, but he braces me against the door and takes the keys from my grasp.
"Oh," I say, releasing them from my grasp. "I was thinking inside..." I trail off, my cheeks heat with a blush.
"Believe me, that's what I meant, just not in the hallway," Beau says, looking into my eyes, erasing my embarrassment and leaving only desire in its wake.
The door unlocks, but he hasn't taken his eyes off me. He turns the knob, and the door swings open. My entire weight is held in his palm for a few seconds, and the thought is oddly thrilling. I can’t hold onto the thought long as I'm still pressed impossibly close to him with my legs wound around his hips. My pelvis thrusts against his groin.
Beau walks forward, letting me slide down the length of his body as my feet touch the ground. I walk backwards into the room, dizzy and holding onto him for security. He kicks the door shut.
I reach forward and lock it from habit, and he takes the opportunity to press our lips together again. He slowly opens my coat, slipping it from my shoulders. I let it drop to the floor. He traces his fingers down my arm and raises them up high above my head.
“Stay just like that, Sweets,” he murmurs. His fingers trail down my chest and over my breast, finding the hem of the clingy shirt and lifting up. I can feel the gentle pull of the fabric over my skin as he slides it up then off me. He makes an appreciative noise, taking in my strappy pink bra. His fingertips follow the lines of the straps over the top of my breasts and dip low to the center where a small jewel hangs. "I imagined how this would look on you, but my mind didn't do you nearly enough justice." He caresses me over the cups, his thumbs seeking the hardened tips of my nipples and pressing on them in a circular motion.
He stands back, removing his own jacket and kicking off his shoes and socks. His shirt goes next, his hand reaching behind his head and tugging the fabric up. His long hair is mussed by the time the material hits the floor.
We take each other in. I'm shocked I don't feel any inclination to cover up or hide from the man standing before me. His eyes alight, telling me that I have no reason to hide from his gaze.
His body also seems to appreciate the view as well, if the sizable bulge in his pants is any indication. I feel sexy and worthy, and he's the only man that's comes close to making that happen. I slink up to him, bringing my hand to rest on his wide chest. I draw a line down him, his body moving in an inhale against my touch. I wrap my arms around him in a gentle embrace. Going up on tiptoes to grace his neck with kisses, I follow the line of his clavicle down his shoulder. His hands flatten on my head, and he reaches one back to tug out the elastic, letting my long hair free. He does something I'd never think a man could understand to do, he rubs my scalp where my hair was bound so tightly.
I melt by the sweetness of this simple act. I moan loudly, and I can’t find it in me to care about how I sound. My hands venture down to his waist to unbutton his jeans. I push my fingers down past the band and across the lovely lines that frame his groin, further past his hips and then finally down his muscled ass. My hands dip to push the denim from his body, taking his boxers with them. I bend to ensure they pass his thick thighs. The fabric pools at his feet.
He steps out of them, advancing toward me. Beau's removal of my pants is a slow seduction. He kneels, kissing the soft skin under my belly button as he slides his thumb along the sensitive skin of my abdomen to unbutton my jeans. He slowly unzips them, looking up at me with a heated gaze. His hand slides in my panties, pulling my jeans and panties down as he goes. With every inch he reveals, his lips follow, making me feel precious. He places my hand on his shoulder then lifts each foot individually, having me step out. He rewards my action with a kiss behind my knees.
Beau stands and walks around me, unhooking my bra with ease. I put my arms forward, allowing it to fall off me. No words are spoken as he takes my hand and guides me to the bed. The blankets are tossed back. He sits me on the edge, standing before me.
I lean forward to place an open-mouthed kiss on his tip, letting my tongue explore the slit.
Beau fists my hair, pulling me back, "God your mouth." He groans, "I can't. I need to be inside you. If you get your mouth on me, I'll never last." He hisses. My tongue peeks out giving him one last lick.
"In bed!" he grates, releasing my tresses and stepping back out of range. His eyes track me as I place my hands next to my hips and scoot back. When I've reached the middle, I turn and lay my head down on the pillows facing him.
He climbs in after me, over me. His hair falls forward, creating shadows over his face. The dim lights from the street highlight his broad, heavenly mouth. His eyes look black as shadows surround his face. I peer up at him, reminded of the many times I searched for his expressions when veiled by his cap.
His knees drop between my legs. I part them wider to accommodate his hips. He leans over, taking my mouth once again. Nothing exists in this moment beyond Beau and me. The world ends past my bed. There is nothing but my love for him and the passion we feel for each other.
My hands run over his back and shoulders while we kiss, taking in each other’s breath. His lips leave mine, and I groan at the loss. He kisses the line of my neck down to my breast, worshipping me with every lick and bite. His hands move further down my body, underneath the arch of my back. He lifts me further, bringing our bodies flush together. I moan, throwing a leg up over his hip, putting pressure on his ass to bring his pelvis in line with mine.
He reaches between my legs and feels how ready I am for him. He makes a sound that I want to hear everyday, for all my life. It's a rumbling sigh that feels like a physical caress. His fingers circle my clit, and my back arches, pushing my breast closer to his mouth. The two sensations leave me panting. His finger enters me. It’s both parts relief and torture. I want more.
My lower stomach tightens, and my toes curl into the mattress. Beau ignites a flame in my blood as his finger presses further into me, stroking me softly. My heart rate triples as he changes the pace of his fingering, increasing the sweet tender strokes to something more forceful and intense.
I cry out, begging him not to stop as I reach my peak. My fingers curl in his hair, holding his head to my breast as I'm falling apart, undone from his touch alone. He captures my final mewling, as he stretches up to bring his mouth back to mine.
Beau breathes heavily as I spasm around his finger. I feel him tremble where our bodies align. My hands move down his back to his butt, and I pull him even closer. “Beau,” I bite his lower lip, encouraging him to take the next steps. He slips his finger from me, and I whimper at the loss.
“Shhh, baby. I got you. I’ll give you what you need,” he says as he guides himself inside me. I tense momentarily when his tip enters me. There's a slight pinch as he fills me, but it does nothing to dispel the overwhelming need I feel for him.
"Christ," he growls before pulling out then easing back in slower. He runs his fingers along my opening, collecting my wetness and stroking himself to ease his entrance.
He slides in and out. Going deeper, he waits for my body to accommodate his. My low moans and whimpers, telling him exactly how much I love what he’s doing. He continues going as slow as I need until his hips finally caress mine; he's fully seated in me. He stills, taking in the sensation. I watch as a range of expressions cross his face. His jaw is tight, eyes closed, his brow pinched like he’s struggling.
"Are you okay?" I ask, barely loud enough for him to hear.
"God, baby yes, I'm better than okay. I'm perfect. You feel perfect." He vows, and it eases me. I relax further under him. My muscles loosen, and he takes that as a sign of my readiness, moving in slow increments within me.
