Page 1 of Beneath the Beauty (Beauty 2)
CHAPTER ONE
Erin woke up in slow degrees. Awareness tugged at her like a gentle tide. Arousal lapped at her skin. She had been in a deep slumber, both sated and sore, but she came alive again under his touch.
Blake. Sighing, she might have said his name aloud. Or maybe just in her mind. They were attuned now, so soon after sex. Wrapped up in each other, cocooned in sleep. Past the point of discussions, negotiations, they’d been stripped to the core. Just him, her, and the pleasure they could invoke together.
Calloused fingers roamed over her hips and lower, lower, to where her curls were still damp from their earlier sex. She peeked at the windows. A faint, eerie light glowed against the curtains, heralding late twilight, the onslaught of night. He was insatiable really. Earlier this evening, then now. They’d do it again in the morning most likely. She loved it.
When his fingers slipped inside the wetness pooling at her sex, she moaned.
“Shh. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Liar. A lazy smile curved her lips. “Is that right?”
He found her clit and pinched. His breath was hot at the back of her neck, his erection pressing urgently against her from behind. “But now that you’re up…”
“You have plans for me.” Delicious plans. They always were.
“You don’t have to do a thing,” he murmured, rolling her onto her back. He nuzzled his way through the valley of her breasts, across her belly, and settled in between her legs. Her knees splayed wide, her whole body spread open to him, encouraged by anticipation and the laxity of sleep. Her hips canted up, an instinctual invitation.
She’d been given oral sex before, but never by someone as dedicated as Blake. He enjoyed himself there as much as he enjoyed regular sex—maybe more. He could make her come endless times, until she was throbbing and restless, until she had to beg him to come inside her.
God, she loved it.
Two weeks wasn’t a long time, but she felt incredibly close to Blake. She trusted him with her body—and hell, with her heart. She had dated her last boyfriend for eight months without feeling this level of intimacy. He certainly had never done this to her, lapping from the bottom to the top, lingering in a lazy circle around her clit, pressing in an instinctual rhythm until her hips took up the beat.
Before she could climax, he licked and sucked his way lower. His tongue slipped between her lips, sparking tendrils of need through her core.
“Oh, Blake,” she moaned, lost to the sensations, shuddering on the edge.
“What is it, baby?” he murmured against her flesh. “Tell me what you want. Take what you need.”
She fisted his hair and guided his mouth to her clit. He eagerly sucked her there, using his lips and tongue to drive her higher and further until she was taut, stretched out, and ready to burst.
It was the touch of his fingers to her inner lips that pushed her over, a tickle of a caress combined with the harsh pleasure at her clit, and she came in a sunburst that belied the heavy shadows surrounding them.
Slowly coming down, she blinked up at the ceiling, feeling energized. “Now I’m well and truly awake.”
“Shit,” he said, sounding dismayed.
“It’s not a complaint, mister. That was amazing.”
