Page 83 of Beautiful Deceit
"Holy fuck!" he curses, dropping his head to my neck and cradling my nape, sealing our bodies as close as possible. I wrap my ankles around his calves. He pushes deeper.
We both moan. Beau pulls almost all the way out and drives back in.
He lifts, placing his palms on the bed next to my head to brace himself in order to thrust harder with his chest over me. I lift up and use my mouth on what skin I'm able to reach.
"Sweets, I want you on top. I want you to ride me until you come again," he pants while thrusting into me, his brows still pinched from holding back. His shoulders tense as his jaw tightens, and the muscles of his stomach bunch as rolls his hips.
I want him to experience the same pleasure I am feeling. Agreeing to his request, I say, "Whatever you need."
Beau raises to his knees and pumps into me a few more times while holding my legs wide for him.
“So good," he mumbles, then reaches his arms under me and lifts, sitting me in his lap with my legs out behind him. "Put your feet here," he positions them where he wants, my heels flat on the mattress. "God yeah, just like that. Now lift up, Sweets."
"Ah," I gasp, feeling my muscles squeeze him as I lift up, his hands guiding the movement of my hips. He pulls me back down as his hips rock up, making him sink deeper inside me. My head falls back in ecstasy. "More," I plead and start lifting and falling on my own at a steady rhythm built on instinct alone.
It doesn't take long before my legs are shaky from the foreign strain on my muscles. I start to fall back to my knees, and Beau lays back, allowing me to rest against him. He pulls me down. My hips circle, rising and falling again while seated much more comfortably against him. I'm able to take the lead, the sounds of his pleasure encouraging me.
His hands cup my breasts; he gazes up at me uttering, "So beautiful." He places one hand on my hip to steady me as he starts to thrust upward. My hands cover each of his hands, keeping them on my body. All these sensations are overwhelming me. As he continues to tease my nipple, I move my hand between us and spread my pointer and middle fingers wide, so I can feel him entering me.
His hand on my hips squeezes. He lifts me, bringing me up and down at a faster pace, letting me know what he wants. I rise and fall, guided by his hand. Leaning forward, I brace my free hand on his chest, bringing my clit in contact with my palm, amplifying my pleasure. I keep him deep inside me as I grind and rock against him.
"God damn, baby. I love how you're taking what you need," Beau's voice is deep and low as he watches me take him. He grabs the hair at the base of my neck and tugs rougher than he has before, but the sting is welcome. My neck and back arch. My body slackens above him as I am awash in a glow, caught up the bliss of the moment.
Beau takes advantage of my lapse, rolling us over and once again taking me. He takes over, no more of the slow sweet pushes. The change of power is exhilarating. He thrusts harder, finally accepting I can handle the rough pace, lost to his pleasure. It's exactly what I need.
My old bed creaks and moans with us.
"I need you to come," he grates with intensity. “Come,” he demands, and my body listens to his impassioned words. I moan his name.
Beau's rhythm becomes erratic. He buries himself deep inside me and swivels his hips as my inner muscles milk him.
He drops his weight down on top of me. His face falls to my neck. I wrap my hands around his back and cradle him to me.
We breathe heavily. I can feel the dampness of sweat where our bodies connect. My lust-filled brain begins to process every touch and caress. Nothing I could have imagined would have lived up to how he makes me feel.
"Wow," I husk. "That's what I've been missing?" I ask incredulously. Beau doesn't lift his head, but his hand pinches my nipple in punishment.
"No Samantha. Only I can make you feel like that." I believe him. He rolls to his back, tugging me close, placing his arm under my head.
I snuggle in deeper, getting comfy, "I'm going to lose myself in you." Beau sighs like it’s a good thing. I wonder if he realizes that I've been lost for far longer than I'm willing to admit aloud or to myself.
With my naked body pressed against his, my breathing slows, and my skin cools. I shiver, and Beau yanks the corner of my comforter up to cover me.
I sleep in his embrace.
Chapter 24
Iwake overheated and move to kick the comforter off me. The tackiness between my thighs reminds that we didn't use a condom the night before. I move slowly to the shower, and a few of my muscles protest. I’m a little sore and achy but in a good way. I shower, the heat easing me. Beau walks in as I am sliding my soap between my thighs. He casually does his business, peeing unabashedly, rinsing his hands and exiting. He’s still half asleep.
He leaves the door open when he walks out, so I am freezing the second I step out of the hot water to dry off and dress. The fuzzy robe sticks to my damp skin as I begin to towel dry my hair.
"Hey buddy, you're freezing me out!" I holler out the door. Beau saunters back in with a razor, shave gel, and a smile.
"I could warm you up. I think we almost caught fire last night," he chuckles at my expression.
I close my gaping mouth, and he winks. I shake my head at his playfulness. Then I turn around and brush through my hair, keeping my eyes on the mirror.
I say in a much more serious voice than intended, "About last night…" I trail off.
