61. Elouise
Elouise
I squeeze the excess water out of my hair, pull the shower curtain back, and yelp.
Beckett just smirks, holding out my towel.
“Jesus, Beckett!” I snag the towel and hold it in front of my body, as if he hasn’t seen it all already. “Are you trying to scare me to death?”
He leans back against the vanity, “Hardly. Just trying to catch a peek.” His eyes narrow as he looks at the shower I’m still standing in. “We’ll need to switch that curtain with a glass door.”
Doing my best to keep myself covered, I start to dry myself off. I’d love to have a real shower door, but I still ask him, “Why?”
“So I can watch you shower,” Beckett leaves the duh implied.
“Hmm.”
Swiping the towel over my face, I finally let my eyes focus on Beckett.
He’s nearly naked, wearing nothing but a pair of tented black boxer briefs.
And the way he’s leaned back against the counter makes his erection that much more noticeable.
Not that that’s the only part of him on display.
His arms are crossed, bunching his biceps and making his chest look that much more defined.
And then that trail of hair, leading my eyes back down…
“Do you always get up this early?” Beckett asks, but I can’t look away. And I swear his dick twitches as I continue to stare at it. “Smoky? ”
“What? Huh?” my eyes fly up to meet his.
He’s smirking, “How much extra time do you have right now?”
I wet my lips, “I got up early so I could make us breakfast.”
He pushes away from the counter, “Good. But I don’t need you to make me breakfast.”
“No?”
“No.” Beckett steps forward, yanking the towel from my grasp. “I’ll just eat you.”
I gasp, feeling too revealed in the bright lights of the bathroom, but Beckett’s gaze is scorching, telling me there’s nothing on view that he doesn’t like.
“On the bed,” Beckett demands.
My whole body starts to throb in anticipation, and I hurry past him into the bedroom.
I’ve gotten both hands and one knee onto the mattress, ready to crawl to the middle, when Beckett’s hands grip my hips. “Stop. Right there.”
I freeze.
One hand slides down to tap the back of my leg that’s still planted on the ground. “Up.”
Shifting my weight, I bring that knee up to the mattress, leaving me naked, on all fours, at the edge of the bed.
Beckett’s hands slide up and down the backs of my thighs, and the soft caress sends my nerve endings into a riot. I’m so open to him. So exposed.
It’s like last time, except it’s completely different. There’s no level of punishment here. This moment feels like pure revelry. Adoration.
“Wider,” his words are a whisper, his hands moving to the inside of my knees, pressing them further apart. “That’s my perfect girl.”
My arms are already shaking, when I moaned, “Beckett.”
“Elouise,” his breath puffs across my sex and it’s the only warning I have before he presses his face between my legs.
My back arches, pushing into the sensation, and I let out a cry of relief when his tongue laps over my clit.
Beckett groans against my core and I feel it everywhere. “Fuck, Baby. You taste so good. ”
There’s another stroke of his tongue before his mouth leaves me and I whine in protest. But then a finger is pushing inside me, and my whine turns into a groan.
Another finger joins the first and my hands clench the blankets beneath my palms.
“More.” I look back over my shoulder, seeing him crouched behind me, “I want more.”
His fingers still inside me, Beckett stands. “Tell me.” He slides his fingers in, then out. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
My face heats with the rest of my body, “Your cock. I want your cock inside me.”
A third finger slides in and I moan.
“I can never deny you.” Beckett’s fingers slip free. “On your back.”
On boneless limbs, I scramble to the middle of the bed, letting my thighs fall open when I drop onto my back.
Beckett stands at the side of the bed, hand gripping the base of his hard length. “Perfect.” He murmurs, before crawling over me.
His hips lower, the bottom of his cock rocking along the length of my slit, and we both moan at the contact.
His hips press into mine harder, “You okay taking me bare again?”
I squirm, seeking the friction I need. “Yes.” I hook my legs around his waist. “Please.”
“In a moment,” his calm voice infuriates me.
“Beckett!”
“One more thing,” he rolls his hips, the head of his cock bumping over my clit, sending shockwaves up my spine.
“One more thing,” I repeat on a pant, watching him watch me.
“Tell me again.”
My brain is starting to short circuit, “Tell you what?”
He shifts his weight so he’s braced on his elbows, not his hands. Our chests are pressed together now, and I swear I can feel his heartbeat against my skin.
Beckett leans in closer, putting our lips just inches apart, “Tell me you love me.”
My heart cracks open.
“Tell me you love me, Elouise. I heard you say it. And I need to hear it again.” His hips lift until the tip of his cock is pressed against my entrance. “I need to hear you say it.” He presses in, just an inch. “Because I love you, too.”
A sense of devotion swamps me at his admission and my eyes fill with emotion.
He presses in another inch, “I love you, Elouise.”
Tears drip from the corners of my eyes, “I love you, too, Beckett.”
His chest heaves and he slowly presses the rest of the way into me. My whole body tingles. The combination of physical and emotional pleasure is too much and tears continue to roll from my eyes.
“I’ve got you,” Beckett promises quietly, as he kisses the corner of my eyes, catching the tears as they fall.
His hips continue to move in slow, shallow thrusts.
I spread my legs wider, wanting to take more of him. All of him.
“I love you,” I whisper again.
There’s a rumbling in Beckett’s chest that feels like a purr against my skin, and I wrap my arms tightly around his neck.
Beckett thrusts into me, as deep as he’ll go. His pelvis presses against my clit and I’m so close. So damn close.
“I’m yours, Baby.” His hips flex, putting that pressure right where I need him. “Just as much as you’re mine.”
The truth of his words mixed with another roll of his hips is all I need to explode.
From one heartbeat to the next, my orgasm grips me, pulling me under the wave of sensation.
Beckett’s movements become quicker, harder, deeper.
My fingers claw at him, pulling him as close as he can get. His arms circle under my back, holding me tight, as his body goes rigid, and he spills deep inside of me.