14. Beckett
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beckett
I don’t want to rush this with Willa.
The connection we share is too strong, but I don’t want it to be over too fast. Much to the chagrin of my cock, how hard it is, how it aches to get inside her, I’m taking my time. Going slow. Worshipping the heck out of her lithe body. Enjoying every minute I get with her.
Not that I intend for this to be a “one and done” deal. No way.
But no matter how many times we come together, I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough before she leaves and I never see her again.
Since when do I think like this? Who am I?
Will the real Beckett Nicholas please stand up?
My cock twitches, letting me know its stance on things.
With my mouth near her belly button, I trail my tongue up the center of her abdomen, dragging it along the outer edge of her left breast. Willa rewards me with the softest moans, the most adorable mewls. It spurs me on to continue.
First the left breast, then the right.
I take her pert nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it .
Willa’s fingers meet my back, the tips digging in, encouraging me.
I want to do so much to her, have her in all the ways, fill up all her holes until she’s fully sated.
And then I want to do it again.
And again.
Again, until she tells me it’s too much.
Never have I wanted so much from a woman. Never have I wanted to give so much to a woman.
I only pop off when I need a breather. Can’t have me wasting all my energy on her breasts. Not with so many other areas to explore.
And explore I will.
I already know what her mouth tastes like, but I can’t help dipping my head, swallowing her noises, if only for a quick taste.
And because there are better things to do with my mouth, I rip my lips away from hers before I’m ready.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but please don’t ever stop.” With hooded eyes, Willa blinks up at me, a sated smile on her puffy lips.
“Not likely, Bundy. I’m just getting started.” I want to taste her other lips, to prove to myself she’s sweet.
I lie next to her, my head resting on the pillow. Her scent engulfs me, and I realize it’s not because she’s right next to me. It’s because her head has slept on this pillow the last two nights. Damn. I don’t make it obvious, but I inhale, the decadent aroma crowding my senses.
Settling in against the bed, I propose, “Sit on my face.” It’s not quite a demand, merely a suggestion, one I’m highly motivated to carry out.
I turn my head to face her, to observe her reaction. A glimmer of an inexplicable emotion flickers over her face, but then she’s on the move. Kicking off the covers, sliding her panties off her legs, dropping them with her discarded bra .
She pushes to her knees, her naked body on full display, including the area of neatly trimmed hair. A few shades darker than the hair on her head. Wonder if it’s as soft. My fingers reach out and touch it, confirming it. And when they’re fully indulged, they slide below, flitting across her clit and down her opening, which glistens with moisture.
“Let me take care of that for you. Climb on.”
Her widened orbs seek mine. “I-I’ve never done it before.”
“Let me be your first. I’ll be easy and gentle.”
She gives a tiny nod, but before she moves, a shiver wracks her. From the cold or the anticipation, I don’t dare ask.
I reach out my hand, tugging her slightly when she lays her palm in mine. She comes easily, and I love how she’s willing and open, not hiding herself away, not shy. With her help, I plant her where I want her: her pussy hovering above my mouth.
“Lower to your knees. Grab hold of the headboard.” I initiate, she obeys.
This isn’t all for my pleasure, but damn if I’m not getting harder at her cooperation. Means I have to up my game, make it worth her while, make sure she’s pleasured.
My hands find her hips, and I bring her lower, her scent teasing, her pussy taunting.
“If it gets to be too much, take a break. Don’t worry about hurting me. You won’t. If I need a break or can’t breathe, I’ll take it. Tell me how you like it. You’re in the driver’s seat.”
“K.”
She widens her knees, sinking lower. The second I can reach her, my tongue licks up her seam. Willa moans, short and punchy. I do it again, wanting more.
Longer.
Deeper.
More guttural.
I swirl my tongue around her most sensitive spot. She tries to move, but I hold her in place. I told her she was in control, but having her exactly where I want her, I’m selfish. I want to give her pleasure the way I want, control be damned.
“Beckett. You dirty man. Making me feel all kinds of things. Don’t stop that thing you’re doing with your tongue.” Willa’s words are hardly audible, the only thing I truly understand is the “don’t stop,” which I don’t plan to. Not for at least one orgasm.
Not until I’m fulfilled.
With her pussy in my face, I lap and lick, nip and nibble her clit and along her seam. Her breathing grows heavier, more pronounced, and her moans, too. Her sounds are music to my ears, the cadence pitching higher the closer I drive her to the brink.
And drive her, I do.
Up to the pinnacle of the cliff, sending her toppling over with a long lick of my flattened tongue.
“Beckett!” she screams, loud and unleashed. I love the way she prattles my name, how much I’m affecting her.
It’s not supposed to be like this, to feel this . . . emotional. But damn does it.
And as I mentioned, I’m taking all she gives me and then some. We stop when I say we’re done.
Way to be a selfish bastard.
She grinds against my face, her legs quaking next to my ears, riding out the power of the orgasm. My fingers didn’t even get a chance in the action, something I’ll have to remedy when she comes down from the high and I can breathe a little better.
The temporary interruption was worth it.
Perhaps not to my cock. It’s an angry motherfucker, not patiently waiting its turn for pleasure.
With her in this position, I can’t see her face, but I have a good idea what she might look like.
Red cheeks.
Glassy eyes.
Beautiful .
Willa’s the one to break our connection, falling into a heap on the bed beside me. She angles her head my way, her eyes closed, face flushed, back heaving. “I’ll take an order of that again, at your leisure. Ecstatic. Well done. Need more.” The last phrase is murmured, almost as if she’s afraid to ask for more, even though she made it clear moments ago what she wanted.
And she calls me a conundrum.
I flip to my side, working my boxers off to prepare for whatever comes next. ‘Cause whatever it is, my cock needs to be free.
“There’s plenty more. All night. Tomorrow. The next day.” I stop short of going too far out. She’s not here indefinitely. This won’t be a regular occurrence.
Damn, do I wish it could be.
The thought wriggles deep within me, from a spot unearthed only by Willa. No one before her. Too bad we’re not on the same page about so many things.
“Going to need recovery time. It’s never been so . . . vigorous. So bewitching. So gratifying.”
There’s been only general talk about our past hookups and relationships. She’s made it clear she had someone special, though where he went and why they’re not still together remains a mystery.
Stupid fool to give someone like her up. Dude doesn’t know what he’s missing.
“Take the time you need. If you thought that was powerful, wait until I get my cock in you.”
One eye cracks open. “ Cock -y, much?” She emphasizes the first part of the word.
I thrust my hips. “I can back it up. You’ll see.”
She opens the other eye, rearranging to lie on her side. It offers a magnificent view of her boobs squished together. Despite being satiated, I want another taste.
My cock has other plans.
Because it wants to get inside her. To feel her sweet heat around it. To know what it’s like to be squeezed while she’s coming undone.
Or, maybe that’s more my thinking. Considering it doesn’t have a brain and I’m the one who does.
I definitely need to see her face when she comes. To watch her reach the pinnacle and detonate all because of me.
These thoughts pummel me from out of the blue. I’ve never been so drawn to a woman, never felt so connected. Willa is making me feel all the things, things way beyond temporary.
I lie on my side, propped on my left forearm. Lust swims in the midnight orbs, the color intensified by our sensual act. “Your eyes are so pretty.”
“Thanks.” She accepts the compliment graciously. I appreciate that about her. She admits her flaws and faults but isn’t afraid to accept praise for her strengths.
With my free hand, I trail a finger down her cheek, and her head curls toward it, a soft mewl spilling from her mouth. This isn’t quite the recovery time she asked for, but hell if I can stop where it’s going. I can maybe stretch the foreplay a little longer, but my dick’s hard as steel. There’s only so much pain a man in my circumstances can take.
Before I take this any further, I sink onto my back and sheathe myself, rolling the condom on quickly and securely. To protect us both. With wide eyes and bated breath, Willa watches my every movement. Every little move I make, she nods along, giving her permission for what I’m doing. Well, I assume that’s what she’s doing. I won’t ask her, though her action incites me.
As if I need any added encouragement.
I situate myself above her body, resting on my forearms, caging her in. Another time I’ll change up our perspective. Right now, the ability to memorize how she looks when she comes takes precedence. As long as I can get my dick inside her, the position is a formality.
“Enough of a reprieve for you?” My eyes leave her gaze, trailing down, scrutinizing her luscious breasts and admiring the sneak peek of definition on her abdomen, evidence of her working out.
Back on her face, her tongue darts out of her mouth, licking her bottom lip. “I’m amending my earlier statement. Take me, Beckett. Use me for your pleasure.” I’m momentarily stunned by her words, which she quickly follows up with, “I meant, give us both pleasure. You and me. A pair of matching orgasms. Two?—”
My mouth descends hers, swallowing whatever else she was going to ramble. There’s time for rambling later. We’ve got more pressing matters.
In a dance I’m familiarizing with Willa, our mouths perform. Her head lifts off the bed to meet mine, and her arms circle my neck, tugging me closer.
“Need you,” she murmurs against my mouth. The words are whispered, I barely make them out. But once they’ve penetrated and processed, I don’t waste a single second giving her what she wants.
There will be time to sort out my reasoning later.
Pulling my mouth away, her breath whooshes out, like she’d been devoid of oxygen for days instead of minutes. When the kiss is that passionate, it’s a good thing our bodies keep breathing on their own.
Widening her thighs, I settle between the crux of her legs, nudging her opening with the crown of my dick. Wetness seeps out, and it’s all I can do not to thrust inside. To claim her body as mine.
“More, Beckett. Give me more than just the tip.”
I stare down at her, a smirk alighting on my lips. “Impatient, much?”
“Yep.” She pops the p, no trace of shame. The tips of her fingers knead my back. “Do I need to make it more clear?”
“Noted. On it. More than just the tip.” I push in one inch more, drawing out a tiny moan. “Better hold on. I’ll make it up to you later if I don’t last. ”
It’s the only warning I give her before I shove inside, moving her body with the action.
“Yassss,” she draws out, tipping her head back, exposing her neck. Like she’s serving it at a buffet, I run my tongue up and down, tasting the salt of her sweat. “More. Don’t stop.”
I literally haven’t stopped moving, but Willa has other notions.
My tongue pauses long enough for me to mumble, “Highly unlikely,” before it’s back on her neck. Below, I drive inside her, pulling out, pushing back in, loving the way her pussy clamps on. Not willing to stop even when I come.
Which doesn’t take long to get there, the need for release imminent.
Her pussy grips tighter, specifying she’s close. I lift my head to feast on the beauty that’s Willa. The rosy cheeks. The head writhing against the bed. The incoherent noises tumbling from her lips.
I can’t say for certain she falls first. Because I’m so there. Right at the precipice. My balls draw up. And I don’t hold back, knowing we’re climaxing together.
Through grunts and growls, I ride out my release, using her body for my pleasure. Huh. Guess she knew what she was talking about.
But she’s there, too. Using me for her pleasure.
The two of us, using each other. Coming together, each finding a beautiful release.
No matter how much baggage there’ll be to unpack later, it will all be worth it for this piece of her.
A piece I didn’t know was missing.