Page 81 of Finding Peace
“Might wanna answer him, Darlin’. Jas can get a little bit bossy,” Beau murmurs in her ear.
“Yes,” she says softly, and that’s all I need before my tongue meets her pussy.
Reaching up, I spread her with my fingers, giving myself better access to what I want—what I’m fucking ravenous for.
In long languid strokes, I work my tongue over her clit as she sinks deeper into the seat.
“Oh… yes…”she breathes.
I listen to every moan, every whimper, every breath while her arousal coats my tongue. Every so often, I feel her thighs start to close in around my head, but Beau remains vigilant and keeps her spread wide for me, all while kissing along her neck and chest, careful not to ruin her hair or makeup.
I take my time. Wanting her to feeleverything.Wanting her to feel just how much I love her. How willing I am to spend the rest of my life here—on my knees in front of her—to bring her pleasure.
I want her to know she’s cherished.
Important.
Fuckingours.
“Shit…Jas…”she says as her body begins to tense. And fuck, the way that she says my name is almost enough to make me blow in my fucking pants. But I don’t exactly have an extra suit lying around, so I refrain. “I need more, Jasper.”
“As you wish,” I groan, before picking up my pace. My tongue flicks over her clit in rapid succession, all while I hum against her pussy, letting the vibration bring her body to life. All it takes is one look up to see her now fisting Beau’s tie with her mouth popped open—to know that she’s well on her way to falling apart for me.
I can’t help the groan that slips from me as she fists my hair,pulling roughly at the strands.
From behind me, Lincoln utters the words, “Jesus fucking christ,” and I’m pretty sure I hear Lawson let out a deep moan.
But I don’t focus on them.
My attention is on the woman in front of me as the tension in her body coils through her, spurring me on to work harder and bring her closer to the edge. Closer to what I know sheneeds.
“Jasper…yes.Yes. Yes.Yes—oh—ohmygod.Don’t stop.”
My tongue drives harder against her clit, and I sink one, then two fingers, deep inside her soaking cunt.
“Holy shit.”
I curl my fingers just right and work her clit even harder, all while Beau nips, licks, and kisses along her neck–careful not to leave marks where anyone will see them.
Finally, her back arches.
Her grip in my hair tightens.
And her pussy clenches around my fingers as she comes apart for me.
“Yesssss,”she screams, her hips now rocking against my face as she soaks my hand to the point that I know the cuff of my shirt is going to be covered in her release. But I don’t fucking care.
In fact, I love it.
Once her body finally relaxes, Beau gently lets go of her leg, and she slowly lets it fall to the floor. I listen as Beau kisses her softly—her breath still coming out in pants—as I kiss my way back down her leg. When my lips reach her ankle, I let my tongue drag along her skin, drawing her attention down to me.
“Feel better?” I ask with a smile so wide it might actually breakmy face.
Her chest heaves as she nods down at me. “Much better.” Her hand caresses the side of my face before she drags her thumb along my bottom lip, wiping off her release. “Thank you.”
Reaching down, Beau grabs her wrist and brings her thumb to his mouth. She smiles at him as it slips past his lips, and he licks it clean. I watch as his eyes close for a moment—humming in satisfaction—and he adjusts his position on the seat. Likely as desperate to sink into her as the rest of us are. Once he’s finished, he lets go of her thumb with a pop. “Wanted a taste for myself,” he says with a wink.
Abigail giggles as she grabs my hat off the seat next to her and places it back on my head. I’m about to get up when she asks, “Aren’t you forgetting to give me back something?”
