32. Beau
32
BEAU
“Lie back for me, baby,” I grit out. My throat feels tight with effort to maintain some semblance of control. But it’s a losing fucking battle when her sweet scent fills my nose and her generous curves fill my hands.
She’s a goddamn vision right now, tits out and propped up on the edge of the pool. I don’t know what I did in a past life to be given a shot at her, but I’m thanking my fucking stars.
She leans back onto her elbows, propping up those perfect tits of hers. I think if I had a little more time, and she had a little more patience, I might make her come just from sucking on those rosy nipples. I file that away to try out later.
I hook my fingers into the sides of her thong, and she lifts her ass so I can pull them off. I toss them over by our clothes pile, next to the beach lounger chairs.
I grin when she whimpers, widening her legs further. Satisfaction warms my veins at her request for my attention. My cock strains against my boxer briefs as I give myself a moment to take her in.
My Eloise looks like a siren.
The moonlight dances across her creamy skin, highlighting every dip and curve. I trail my fingers up her thighs, savoring the way she trembles under my touch, goosebumps rising in my wake. I lean in and inhale, my cock getting hard at the scent of her. Fuck, I’m almost salivating, anticipation trembling through my fingers.
“Beau, what are you . . .” Her hand comes to my shoulder, like she’s going to push me away.
I capture her hand and place it on her breast, encouraging her to play. My mouth waters in anticipation as I ghost my lips along her perfect cunt. She rocks her hips toward me, but I pull back an inch.
“Patience, baby. I only get to taste your cunt for the first time once, and I don’t want to rush it.”
“Oh fuck,” she groans out, letting her head fall back to face the sky.
I sweep the pads of my thumbs over her pussy, gently opening her up. A deep groan wrenches through the night, pulled from somewhere deep inside me.
“Fuck me, I knew you were special, but goddamn, Peach. The prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen in my life,” I breathe out.
Up and down, over and over again, stopping just shy of her clit. I trace a slow, teasing circle around her entrance before dipping inside, just to the first knuckle.
“So tight and wet for me, Peach. Can’t wait to feel this sweet little pussy squeezing my cock.”
I can’t hold back any longer. I drag my tongue through her slick folds, humming with appreciation. She tastes like the way summer sunshine feels after a long, cold winter, intoxicating and addictive. Her back arches off the concrete, a breathy moan escaping her lips as I tongue at her sensitive flesh.
“Oh god, Beau,” she whimpers.
I grunt in approval when her fingers twist in my hair. Her hips rock into my face, and I double down my efforts, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit before sucking it into my mouth. Her thighs attempt to close around my head, and I palm her thighs, pushing them wider apart as I work her with my mouth. She’s so responsive, her body trembling and her breathy little moans.
I could drown in her, easily and with abandon. Lose myself in the way her breath hitches and her fingers flex around me.
I meant it when I said she’s gonna be the death of me. But if this is how I’m supposed to go, then I’ll greet the heaven between her thighs with open arms.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her slick flesh. “Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you like my tongue on this pretty pussy.”
She cries out, her fingers tightening in my hair almost to the point of pain. But fuck, I love it. Love that I can make her lose control like this.
I slide one finger inside her tight heat, groaning at the silky feel of her walls fluttering around me. She’s so wet, so ready for me already. I pump it in and out a few times, relishing her needy whimpers, before adding a second finger.
“Oh god, yes,” she moans.
I nip at her clit, sucking it hard. Her thighs tremble, and she cries out something incoherent. She’s close, I can feel it.
My cock strains against the fabric of my boxer briefs, my hips chasing her rhythm.
“Oh fuck,” Eloise whimpers, her voice breathy and desperate. Her hips pick up the pace as she grinds against my face.
I curl my fingers inside her, stroking that sensitive spot that makes her hips buck against my hand. Her inner walls flutter around me, silky and scorching hot.
“Oh, god,” she pants. “I’m going to come.”
“Give it to me, baby.” It’s a soft demand, spoken as her arousal drips from my mouth.
“Fuck.”
I glance up at her, redoubling my efforts. Lips parted and eyes shut, her neck arches as her head drops. Her body tenses, every muscle pulled taut like a bowstring. Her thighs clamp around my head, trapping me in the most exquisite prison.
A long moan tears from her throat as the orgasm crashes over her in relentless waves. I work her through it, lapping at her clit and pumping my fingers in a steady rhythm.
“Oh god. Oh fuck, Beau!” she chants like a prayer, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
Slowly, I ease her down, gentling my touch until she’s trembling and boneless. I press soft kisses to her inner thighs.
"Holy shit," she breathes out, her chest heaving.
I can feel how smug my grin is as I murmur, “Fucking delicious, Peach.”
Eloise reaches for me, her fingers threading through my damp hair as she pulls me up to her. Her eyes, dark and hazy with satisfaction, lock onto mine. There’s a moment of stillness, a heartbeat where the world falls away and it’s just us, caught in the gravity of this thing between us.
And then her lips are on mine, soft and pliant, kissing me with a tender fierceness that steals the breath from my lungs. I groan into her mouth, my hands coming up to cradle her face as I lose myself in her.
Her lips are soft and insistent against mine as she kisses me deeply, her tongue sliding along my lower lip. I part for her, meeting her tongue with my own, tasting her sweetness mixed with the flavor of her arousal. It’s intoxicating, and I’m already fucking addicted.
She shifts, water sloshing gently around us as she climbs into my lap, straddling my hips. Her lips drift to my neck, trailing hot little kisses down one side and up the other.
“Does my girl need more?” I groan, my hands flying to her waist. I spin us around and plant my ass on the middle stair.
“I might,” she teases, her breath hot in my ear. She settles over me, her hot little cunt lined up perfectly over my aching cock.
I’ve never hated a scrap of fabric more than I do right now. A single layer of cotton separates me from easing that ache in her perfect pussy.
I was wrong.
When she starts grinding is when I truly start hating boxer briefs. It’s exquisite torture, pleasure sparking along my nerve endings like live wires.
I feel that telltale tingle in my balls, and I grimace with disbelief.
“Eloise,” I groan, my back leaning against the edge of the pool. “Baby, if you keep that up, I’m gonna come in my boxers like a fucking teenager.”
She hums in response, a wicked glint in her eyes as she circles her hips, rubbing her clit against the ridge of my cock.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. “To feel you lose control. To know I can make you come undone, just like this.”
Her words send a lightning bolt of lust straight to my cock. I groan, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as I lose the urge to thrust into her from the bottom.
She gasps, and I lean forward to capture her mouth in a hot kiss.
“You’re playing with fire, baby.”
She leans in close, her lips a hair's breadth away from mine. “I can take it.”
I tangle my fingers in her hair, tugging her head back to expose the slender column of her throat. I drag my lips along her skin, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of red marks in my wake. She moans, the sound sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. I’m close now, too goddamn close.
“Alright, Peach, you want to see me come, yeah?”
She nips along the side of my mouth, nodding. “I want to feel you,” she corrects softly.
She’s gonna get her wish soon here. I can’t hold it back any longer. My orgasm barrels toward me like a motherfucking freight train. I thrust into her one last time, holding her hips to mine as the world explodes into technicolor.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, awe wrapping around all the tender spots hiding in my ribcage.
Her laugh spills into the night, light and musical and fucking perfect.
Just like her.