Chapter 7 #2
Slowly, just like he promised, Beau pushed inside.
My fingers curled around his arms, gripping him tightly as I awaited the pain.
But there was none. Beau stopped about halfway in and pulled back.
He did it again, going just a little farther.
Twice more and he was planted to the root inside me, waiting and giving me time to adjust to his size.
And in that moment, something happened. The care and tenderness Beau had shown me melted my heart. He’d already seen to it that I’d been satisfied before he ever considered his own pleasure, which was far more than I’d gotten before. But what he’d just done for me now was on another level.
“Are you okay?”
I sent a small smile his way. “I’m perfect.”
He smiled back. “You really are. And you feel beautiful. Are you alright with me moving?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
So, that’s what he did. Beau was slow to start, continuing to watch my expression for any sign that I was in pain. But once he determined that all was good, that I was loving the feel of being so full of him, everything changed.
He increased his pace, thrusting his hips forward with wild abandon, powering himself into me.
His strength and stamina were impressive, and his skills were undeniable.
But it was the sounds that came out of him—the grunts, groans, and growls of pleasure—that were my undoing.
This man was doing all that he was doing to me, and he sounded like that.
Like I was doing far more for him than he was for me.
My hands reached for him, running along the warm skin and solid planes of his body, dipping into the valleys created by his muscular physique. Greek god, indeed.
The things Beau did, with his hands, his cock, his mouth, and his eyes, took me somewhere I didn’t think was possible to go. Especially not after he’d already given me one orgasm.
As our limbs tangled against our sweat-slicked skin, I felt that familiar tightening deep in my belly again.
“Jules, you’ve got to get there again,” Beau bit out, pounding into me. “You need to come with me.”
I whimpered at the command and the desperation in his tone. And suddenly, I became frantic with the need to give him something he wanted. It was the least I could do.
We both went harder at each other. It was hot, wild, and utterly delicious. The best I’d ever experienced.
“Beau,” I called out a warning.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
I wasn’t sure I needed the order, because Beau had already taken control of my body. I was on a one-way street, and there was no place to turn around.
One… two… three more thrusts later, it happened.
I exploded around him, my legs pressing in tight against his sides as Beau’s head dropped back, exposing his throat to me. “Fuck, Jules, I’m coming.”
My body convulsed, my head flying off the pillow, and my teeth clamped down on the skin at the base of his neck.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me, into us, and our bodies moved together fluidly until we were on the other side, out of breath and completely sated. We stayed like that for a while, trying to get our breathing under control, and it appeared it was Beau who’d gotten there before me.
“I’m going to toss this condom. I’ll be right back.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and pulled out.
I instantly felt the loss of him but kept my eyes on him as he walked toward the bathroom. While he was gone, I thought I would experience a slew of competing emotions, but there was only one thing I could distinctly name—disbelief.
Before I could delve too deeply into that, Beau returned. He came to the side of the bed, held out a warm cloth, and said, “For you to clean up with.”
I was surprised by the gesture, but I still took the cloth from him. “Thanks.”
As I cleaned myself up, he sat down and asked, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
My eyes met his, and I smiled. “Not at all. You were amazing.”
“You were pretty incredible, too.” He leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, clearly unaware of the confidence boost he’d just given me.
I finished cleaning myself up, and Beau took the rag to toss it in the hamper. When he returned to the bed, I confessed, “I honestly didn’t know it could be like that.”
Beau’s brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”
I searched his face, looking for any sign that I should keep this news to myself. When I found nothing but concern littering his features, I shared the truth. “That was only my second time.”
He recoiled. “S-Second time?”
Suddenly, I felt very exposed. Of all the reactions I thought I’d get, I hadn’t suspected Beau would have been shrinking back in horror. But despite the discomfort, I had no choice but to be honest with him.
“Yes. I… Is this a bad thing?”
Beau seemed unsure of how to answer. “No. No, of course not. When… What… You’re telling me there was only one other time?”
I nodded. “And it was horrible. We were young. Much younger. And he didn’t care about seeing to my needs at all.
It was over almost as fast as it began, and I felt horribly used and discarded.
But this, with you, was amazing. You were wonderful and patient and sweet.
And you made sure that I was taken care of before you even considered your own pleasure. ”
He took in that information, nodding in understanding, and stared at me for a long while in silence.
I couldn’t read the look on his face, and I got the feeling there was something he wasn’t telling me.
But in the end, he gave me the reassurance I needed to know everything was okay.
“I’m glad I could make you see what it’s supposed to be like for you.
Sex isn’t just for the guy to get off, Jules. You should, too. Every time.”
Relief swept through me. “Well, you certainly saw to that. Quite beautifully, I might add.”
His lips quirked with a smile. “I’m glad it was good for you.”
I scooted forward, leaned in, and kissed him. “It was better than good, Beau. It was possibly the best thing I’ve ever experienced. Even better than desserts.”
He laughed, wrapped his arms around me, and took me down to the bed, where after a few minutes of kissing and touching, we worked ourselves up to another round.