16. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Beau
I all but kicked Anson and Nova out of my house. Pari was sleeping, and I was hoping against hope she'd continue to do that because I wanted an entire night with Mira, indulging in every fantasy I'd had about her.
She pressed her lips to mine as soon as we entered her bedroom. I'd wanted her in my bed, but she'd insisted that if Pari woke up, she'd come to her bed—which I was seriously wishing did not happen. I loved my kid, but for this one night—this first night—I wanted Mira's undivided attention, and I wanted to give her mine.
My hands wandered down her front. That little black dress she'd worn drove me crazy since I'd seen her in it. Her nipples were hard, poking against the palm of my hands through her bra. Her breasts were not large—but they were a handful. I'd looked at them for longer than I should have, every fucking day, like a pervert.
Mira sucked on my tongue, her hands in my hair. I had, for some reason, thought she'd be shy, probably because she was so young, but instead, she was sensual and eager, which was a massive turn-on.
My cock was hard, throbbing between us, but it was something I'd gotten used to—being erect around Mira, wanting her until I was going out of my mind. And tonight, I'd have her.
She moved her hips against mine, and we both groaned. I desperately wanted to taste her pussy, bury my face in between her thighs, and kiss her cunt as I was her lips. My heart began to hammer as I let go, my hands cupping her breasts.
I couldn't stop touching her, which was not a problem because she was doing the same thing.
"Off. I want this off." I unzipped her dress and watched as she stepped out of it. She was a vision in a black bra and panties. Simple. Cotton. Nothing fancy. Basic. Erotic.
I took a step back from her just so I could look at her.
"Take your hair down."
She did as I asked. She looked like a fucking goddess—all caramel brown skin and soft curves. Her eyes looked into mine with heat, and I felt it all the way inside of me. This was real . She was real . She was mine .
"Take the bra off." I walked backward to her bed and sat, wanting to watch this strip tease.
She looked shyly at me, and then, as she bit her lower lip, unhooked the back of her bra, and took it off. I groaned at her tits. They were firm, golden, the tips dark, big.
"Now the panties," I instructed.
She swallowed, and her hands went to the top of the elastic. She shimmied them down and as she bent, her tits swayed.
She stood naked in front of me. Her body was made for fucking. Round hips. A small swell to her stomach. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. I liked a woman with hair—not into the whole bare business. I didn't mind it, but I preferred a woman to look like one.
I'd been in sex clubs. I'd had sex with some incredibly beautiful women. None of those experiences had made me feel as I did now. Hard, yes, but emotionally all in. This wasn't just physical. It was everything , visceral, all fucking consuming.
"Come here," I ordered.
She walked to me, and her scent wafted through the air. I could see her arousal between her legs, making the curls of her pubic hair damp. She was lush. Beautiful. Sexy.
I cupped her ass, and ran my hands up and down her slender thighs. I fucking loved the sound she made each time she moaned.
Was she a screamer? Would she come with my name on her lips, or chant God like some women did? I wanted her to find her release with my lips on hers, with my cock in her cunt.
She suddenly became shy, and one leg went over the other. I pulled her thighs apart, and she lost her balance in the process, tumbling onto me.
"Don't hide from me, darlin'. Don't ever hide from me."
I held her to me and kissed her again, feeling her naked body against my fully clothed one. I rolled her onto her back, and rose to my feet, watching her as she lay on the white bedspread.
She looked innocent, her eyes reflecting anxiety and arousal.
"Spread your legs for me."
She pursed her lips, and then shook her head.
I started to remove my clothes. "Do as you're told, darlin'."
"I…I can't."
I took my shirt off, and then removed my belt. "Mira, spread your legs wide. I want to see your pussy."
She flushed and looked scandalized. She wasn't a virgin, I was guessing, but she was just twenty-two, so probably not that experienced.
But to make sure, I asked her as I took my pants off, "Darlin', this isn't your first time, is it?" She stiffened, and I didn't like that at all. Her eyes went from arousal to panic. Had she had a bad sexual initiation? Fuck no ! Please, God, no! I couldn't stand the idea that she'd ever been hurt. I waited, ready to stop what we were doing, give her the space she needed to decide how far she wanted to go with me.
"No. It's not."
All the teasing and shyness in her voice was gone.
"Mira, we can stop anytime you want."
"I don't want to stop…unless…you don't want me."
I heard how insecure she felt. I didn't like it.
I removed my underwear. "See, how hard I'm for you."
I wanted to bring her back to me. Take away whatever had darkened her eyes.
She looked at me hungrily and licked her lips.
"You wanna taste, darlin'?" I held my cock up, and she nodded.
"Come and get a taste."
She sat up, and then crawled to me on the bed. When she came to the edge, I held up my erection to her. She bent and kissed the tip, licking the precum off. I closed my eyes and felt that incendiary touch of her tongue rip through me like a forest fire. How could something so basic make me so violently aroused?
She sucked the head of my cock, and my hands moved to her silky hair, tightening around the locks, wanting to hold her still so I could fuck her mouth. But I let her create the pace. There would be time for me to take over completely—which I would. I didn't mind taking control or giving it in bed—but with Mira, I wanted ownership . What a quaint notion for a man who didn't believe in monogamy or ownership .
She nibbled, sucked, and took me to the back of her throat. She knew how to give head. Fuck, yeah, she did. She was soon slurping, and I was desperate to ram myself into her. But there was so much else I wanted to do first. I wanted to savor this woman who'd invaded my life and my mind in a few short weeks.
I slipped out of her mouth.
"I wasn't done," she pouted.
"Next time, I'll come in your mouth," I told her. "Next time, I'll watch you swallow each drop. But now, I want to eat you up…all fuckin' night.
I pushed her onto her back, spread her thighs, wanting to taste my woman. Mira jerked against me, releasing a long, deep moan. I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs and teased her open.
"Beautiful," I murmured. "And so wet for me."
I couldn't wait any longer. My tongue danced over her clit, and she writhed. I put a hand on her stomach to hold her still. I ate her, driving her wild.
"Beau, don't stop. Please, don't stop. Please," she begged, and her words drove any remaining blood in my body south."
"I won't, darlin'."
I slid a finger inside her. She was tight. Wet. Luscious.
I pushed my tongue inside her, and then drew back to suckle her clit. I continued to ravish her pussy as two fingers slipped inside her, pumping, finding that velvet spot right inside that I knew would unravel her.
She whimpered, was almost incoherent, saying my name over and over again.
"Please, Beau, please," she chanted.
I bit her clit gently as I watched her and felt her pussy clench around my fingers.
I slid above her. I was rock hard. I needed to be inside her.
"Protection?" I asked hoarsely.
"IUD," she whispered.
"I'm clean. I get checked…regularly." I always used a condom. I wasn't a moron. I also wasn't a kid who thought going bare was somehow more macho than going in gloved. But that was before. This was now . And with Mira, my lizard brain was alive and awake, demanding I feel her raw.
"It's been a while." She cupped my cheek. "But I got checked when I got the IUD last year."
Fuck ! She hadn't had sex in a year? She wouldn't be able to handle me pounding into her then.
I pressed my tip against her and bumped her clit. She cried out and I chuckled. Fuck yeah, this woman was a responsive as I thought she'd be.
"You're so beautiful, and I'm out of control, darlin'." I slowly nudged into her. "Tell me if I hurt you."
Her arms went around me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. "You won't hurt me. Come inside."
I thrust inside slowly, inch by inch, wanting to feel every ripple. I wasn't small or massive, but I knew from experience that I had to prepare a woman before entering her.
Her orgasm was making it easy for me to penetrate her.
"I can't stop looking at you," I confessed. "I watch you all the fuckin' time."
"Beau, shut up and fuck me," she demanded.
I barked a laugh, pleasantly surprised. I couldn't stop gazing into her expressive eyes. They were filled with lust, yes, but also a glowing warmth. This was not just fucking, though it felt damn good; it was—Goddamn it, I was going to sound like a teenager with stars in his eyes—making love.
I pushed all the way in, balls deep, and she cried out. I froze in place.
She raised her hips to get more of me, and I knew then I hadn't hurt her. She was taking me like she'd been waiting for me to fill her up.
I began to fuck her, starting slow, and then going faster, deeper, feeling her milk me.
"You feel so fucking good, darlin'."
"Right there, Beau, right…there," she moaned as I moved against her G-spot. I knew where it was, and I wasn't about to forget to massage it to make her come.
She slipped a hand between us, and it made me harder. Fuck me, I liked a woman who got herself off. But she wasn't going to do it alone. I put my hand on hers, and together we played with her clit. Each time I rocked into her, we both moaned because it felt so damn good.
"You have to get there, darlin'. I'm going to come." I massaged her with her hand, wanting to feel her clench around me, milk me so that I could slide into sweet oblivion with this precious woman.
"Yes," she screamed as I pushed her hand away and pinched her clit.
She came.
I thrust in a couple more times before spurting into her, painting her walls with my release, and for some unfathomable reason, I wished I could get her pregnant.