Page 80 of The Outpost (Jamison Valley 4)
One hand dove inside his boxers and gripped his hard cock tight. My strokes were short, but Beau ripped his lips off mine with a loud hiss.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I immediately obeyed. Beau always preferred for our eyes to be locked during sex and had never taken me from behind. The idea of his powerful hips slamming into me while I was on my hands and knees? So hot I shivered and my pussy clenched.
The sound of rustling clothes filled the room as Beau stripped down, tossing his shirt and jeans into a pile by our feet. Then his hands came to my shirt, jerking it over my head, while I worked down my shorts and panties. With a flick on the clasp, he undid my bra so I could toss it to the floor.
“Down on all fours, angel,” he whispered to the soft skin under my ear.
I shivered and dropped, closing my eyes and savoring the sound of him calling me “angel” in that gravelly voice.
The front of Beau’s thighs rested against the back of mine as he joined me on the floor. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him rip open a condom packet with his teeth then drop his eyes as he rolled it on. His gaze came to mine and with a sexy smirk, he guided that hard cock right to my entrance, rubbing it against my clit a couple of times before pressing it against my opening.
I was so primed and ready, he eased inside without any resistance. Moaning, I closed my eyes and savored the stretch of my body around his thickness. I ached for him to let go of his restraint.
Over the last month, I’d developed a theory about sex with Beau. When he was inside me, he could read my mind. I rarely had to beg and even then, my pleas were more automatic responses to whatever he was already doing.
Unleashed, Beau started pounding into me hard and fast, giving me exactly what I needed. His cock thrust deep and with every slap of his skin to my ass, he hit a spot inside my body that made me gasp and tremble.
“Sabrina,” he groaned. “You feel so good.” His hands came to my hips, digging into my soft curves as he lifted me up just an inch to find that angle that sent me from needy to desperate.
Thrust after thrust, he pulled me back onto his cock as his hips powered forward. I opened my mouth to say harder but I couldn’t speak. My orgasm was right there, building and building until all I could do was feel it explode. “Beau,” I cried out as it hit and rushed over me in waves so intense my arms gave out and I had to rest my elbows on the floor.
“Fuck,” Beau hissed as my inner walls clenched around him, pulsing as I came longer and harder than ever before.
He didn’t give me a chance to recover from my first orgasm. Just as I was starting to breathe again, one of his hands slipped around my stomach and found my clit. With the perfect combination of speed and pressure, his middle finger sent another orgasm ripping through my body. This one was shorter but even harder than the last.
Completely limp and wrung out, I rested my head on my hands as Beau continued to pound with force, reaching for his own release. Just in time to see him come, I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder. His beautiful chest was covered in a sheen of glistening sweat and his eyes squeezed shut as he moaned my name.
That sexy man was all mine. For today, tomorrow and however long we had, he was mine.
Beau’s eyes opened and we locked gazes. With those dark ocean blues, he silently claimed me too.
Without breaking our connection, he reached down and lifted me up against his chest, wrapping one arm around my breasts as the other kept my hips pinned so I was resting on his softening cock.
I tipped up my chin to give him my mouth for a kiss entirely gentle and sweet. His beard tickled my chin as our lips worshipped one another. When he broke away, his arms hugged me tight for a moment before letting go and helping me stand. I instantly missed him as we slid apart.
Brushing the hair away from my face, I caught my breath while Beau went to take care of the condom. When he rejoined me in the living room, I fell into his arms, giving him most of my weight.
“Hmm. I could sleep here.”
He chuckled. “Don’t go passing out on me yet.”
“Did you have plans?” I grinned.
“I’ve always wanted to know if we could both fit in the shower.”
I laughed and shook my head. “No way. It’s too small.”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
An hour later, the bathroom floor was covered with water that had escaped the curtain, all my toiletries had been knocked down off their shelf and I was sated from another amazing orgasm.
As long as Beau had me pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist, we could both fit in the shower.
“I’m glad you forgot your bag, Goliath.”
His fingers were tracing circles on my lower back. “Me too.”
