Page 71 of Embracing the Beat
MICHAELA
Flipping to my other side, I grip my pillow and squeeze my eyes closed.
The universe hates me. I should be tired. I am tired. But can I sleep?
Nope.
“Sleep, Kayla,” I mutter to myself.
After getting back from dinner at a little Italian place my parents love, they went to bed, and West dropped me at my bedroom door with a chaste kiss to the forehead, insisting that we didn’t need to flaunt our relationship in my parents’ faces by immediately sleeping in the same bed together.
For most of my adult life, I’ve slept alone. Now, after two weeks, I can’t sleep without his arm draped around my waist, his soft breath against my neck.
“Ugh.” Rolling onto my back, I blink my eyes open and stare at the dark ceiling.
To hell with this. Tossing my covers aside, I move quietly to the door and open it slowly, glad it doesn’t squeak like it did when I was a teenager. The noisy hinges got me into trouble more times than I could count.
Tonight, unlike those nights years ago, Mom and her disapproving look aren’t waiting when I step out. The house is quiet as I make my way down the hall, twisting the knob on West’s door. Thank god he left it unlocked. It keeps my stealthy actions a secret. The room is pitch dark except for the red glow coming from the nightstand. It’s adorable that he still uses a traditional alarm clock.
1:47.
West is on his back, an arm thrown over his eyes while his chest rises and falls evenly. His shoulders are bare, the muscles relaxed in sleep. Stepping out of my sleep shorts and panties, I drop them on the floor and pull my t-shirt over my head. The light whisper of sound as it falls barely makes it to my ears as my pulse thrums and desire coats my thighs.
Sleep. I came in here to sleep.
Lifting the covers, I slide next to him, tangling my leg with his as I lower my head to his chest. The steady sound of his heartbeat vibrates under my cheek, and I breathe a sigh, relaxing against him as my arm circles his waist. My fingers graze his dick, and desire pools in my belly at the realization that he’s semi-hard. I brush against him again, deliberately this time, before closing my palm around his length.
Up and down slowly, I repeat the caress, my fingers dampening with the pre-cum leaking from his tip. He shifts against the bed, and I freeze until his movements stop. His hard length is smooth and warm in my palm, and I clench my thighs, trying to soothe my building need. But all the slight pressure does is make me want more, not less. I lean up, shifting the covers aside, and expose him to my gaze.
Long and thick, his dick pulses in my hand, the head shiny in the dim light. Almost without thought, I bend down and drag my tongue along the moisture, moaning at his unique flavor. Shifting, I tuck my knees under me as I angle better to pull him into my mouth, running my tongue around the tip and lowering myself a little more until he bumps the back of my throat.
My pussy begs to be touched, but I need both hands to hold myself up. I lower and lift against my calves, hoping for some sort of friction, moaning as I swallow around him. The last time I did this, I hadn’t gotten this far before he pulled me away to bury himself inside me. But since he’s asleep, I have more control over our interaction than normal.
He’s woken me before with his tongue circling my clit, the orgasm already barreling down on me before I was fully awake, and I want to do the same for him. A warm hand lands on my ass, and I jump as he slides it to my hip. The other one joins in, lifting me to straddle him like I weigh nothing. My knees land on either side of his head, and his tongue licks along my slit as he groans against my folds.
“Mmm. Hello, beautiful.” I barely make out his words before his tongue taps against my clit and then circles the hard nub.
Lights flicker behind my eyelids, and I moan as one finger and then two press into me, finding the spot that nearly buckles my knees. I double my efforts, focusing everything he’s making me feel on how my lips wrap around his dick, hollowing out my cheeks while I rim the head with my tongue.
“Christ,” he groans, burying his mouth against my pussy.
His lips circle the bundle of nerves, sucking and nibbling as his fingers move in and out.
“You’re going to come before me.” He shifts one of his hands to my ass, holding me steady.
I don’t break the connection, but increase my efforts, refuting his promise. He’s going to come first.
“Fuck, baby, your mouth.” His hips lift, driving him a little farther.
He always takes control, but this time I want him to lose it. To experience what I can make him feel. I move my hand down, cupping his balls as I moan around him again. His groan echoes in the room, and his hips lift off the bed while he hardens further against my tongue. He’s close.
“I don’t think so,” he grits out.
He buries his tongue in my pussy, his hand coming down against my ass in a gentle smack, and stars pulse faster behind my eyes.
“That’s it,” he says as he laps at the desire coating my folds.
I’m right on the edge, ready to come.
