Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Beck
I can’t hold back. After seven years of practicing restraint, I’m ready to go buck fucking wild. I rise from the couch. Isla wraps her legs around my waist. I can’t pull my mouth away from hers, tasting every inch of her hot mouth.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl. She tries to respond, but I gently bite her bottom lip.
A quick gasp escapes her lips as I set her down in front of the same table we just ate at.
“Dinner was great,” I say, unbuckling her jeans, then I pull them down along with her panties. “But I’m ready for dessert.”
I ease her into a sitting position on the table and place my hands between her thighs and spread them wide enough to get a good look at her pretty, pink center. “Goddamn,” I say, licking my lips and taking in her gorgeous full figure. “I could come just looking at you.”
She flicks her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t do that.” She smiles, then nibbles on her bottom lip. She grips the front of my t-shirt and pulls me toward her, pulling it up over my head before wrapping her legs around me once more and drawing me toward her. Her center is wet against my stomach.
“Your body is inhuman.” She says, rubbing her way down my six-pack before her fingers stop at the waistband of my jeans. “You look like a superhero.” Finally, my jeans are off, boxers too.
“You don’t seem like you need saving.” I latch onto her breast as one hand rubs against her slick opening.
“I’ve never been this wet for anyone.” She says, and when I look her in the eye, her face is red. “Is it too much?”
Isla gasps as my finger slips into her tight opening.
“No way, baby.” Her skin tastes like summer feels, warm and tropical.
“I love how fucking hot you are for me.” My thumb trails over her engorged clit.
Isla’s head falls backward, her body open and willing to receive me.
She trusts me, and there’s nothing sexier than that.
I kiss my way down her stomach until my mouth is on her sex.
My tongue flicks at her tiny bundle of nerves as I slide my finger in and out of her.
Isla moans, and I nearly come right there.
“I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.” I’m a prisoner on death row, eating his last meal.
Her legs spread even wider as I lap and suck at her delicious pussy.
“Oh my God, Beck.”
“Say my name again.” I moan against her cunt.
“Beck.” She whispers. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it, baby. Fuck my face.” Her hips move up and down as I breathe her in, pleasing her until I feel her lips quaking against my own. Her hot juices erupt all over me, down my chin and onto my neck.
“Dear Jesus Fucking Lord.” Isla spurts between breaths. “I haven’t come that hard ever…Hey!” I suck and nibble at her inner thigh and she playfully bats at my head. “That tickles, you.”
“Good.” I kiss up her stomach until I reach her mouth. “You should see how good you taste.” I don’t give her the option, pressing my mouth against hers. She lets my tongue explore her mouth.
“I hate how much that turns me on.” She giggles, a genuine sound I’ve already grown to love, then presses her damp forehead against my shoulder.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s just I’ve never really done much besides the basics.” My eyes widen. “No, I mean I’ve done it all.” Her raw, red lips pull into a smile. “But in very basic ways. Like, never on a table.”
“Oh.” I pull her closer. “Then we’re going to have a lot of fun.”
Her bare flesh on mine is a warm blanket, waking me up from a seven year nap. It took having Isla’s bare flesh pressed against my own to remind me that we’re not meant to be solitary creatures. Isla’s awakened something in me that long stood dormant, and now I’m never going back.
“I like fun.” She kisses my neck, nibbling my earlobe. “And I like trying new things, too.”
My cock is aching. I want to be inside her so bad, but I also don’t want to rush things. “Have you ever fucked in the shower, Isla?” I kiss her between her full breasts. “I can’t keep my hands off your fucking body.”
Isla laughs and lets me kiss her everywhere, and I’m between her legs again before she finally responds. “No, but if that’s what you’re suggesting.” She pulls me up from between her legs. “Let’s get wet.”
The daydream of her from earlier today wedges its way into my mind. I can’t find the words, my head jumped, the anticipation coursing around me of seeing this woman soaking wet and ready for my cock. I lift her from the table but she presses against my chest.
“I can walk, Beck.” When her feet touch the ground she saunters around me, heading down the hallway. “Besides, you might like the view.”
That’s it. I’m a goner. It takes all my strength not to sprint after her. But I scurry a bit, grabbing her ass every step of the way. “Beck!” She squeals before my arms are around her waist.
“You’re going the wrong direction.” I groan into her ear. “Downstairs.”
“Really?”
“It’s bigger.”
Before she has a chance to answer, I’m leading her toward the basement door, my rock hard erection pressed into her ass the whole way.