Chapter 26 #4
His arms fastened around me, yanking me up to straddle him on the armchair. I let out a sigh as my legs splayed on either side of his hips, the crease of my thighs pressing into where he was deliciously hard for me.
Our foreheads pressed together; his breath pleasant on my face.
“The ability to tell you what I want to do to you, to watch you crawl to me knowing I’ll be filling that beautiful pussy up in mere minutes is heaven on fucking earth.” He caressed my arms, goose bumps erupting. “It was torture. Pure torture watching you, wanting you, imagining what I’d do to you.”
“Now you don’t have to imagine,” I whispered.
“Everything you give me is beyond what I could ever imagine,” he corrected, lips brushing mine. His hands were creeping up my bare back, rubbing. But every touch was tender, in direct odds with the husk in his voice, the tightness in his lips, the hardness of his cock.
“You drunk, baby?” he asked, lips just brushing against mine.
I grinned against his mouth. “I had a few glasses of champagne, yes.”
“Good.”
Before I could blink, we were up. In one powerful move, Beau grasped my ass, standing.
I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to his—our—bedroom. Still, he didn’t kiss me. Our mouths were inches apart, both of us breathing heavily. It felt more intimate somehow, not kissing.
The door closed softly behind us, then Beau deposited me on shaking legs.
His hands bit into my hips. “I’m going to take your clothes off, then you’re going to get on your hands and knees on this bed, presenting yourself to me. You okay with that?”
“Yes.” It was more a breath than an actual word. “I’m more than okay with that.”
He didn’t speak, he just clasped the back of my head and slammed our mouths together. It was the kiss I had been waiting for. The one I could already taste. Unrestrained. Bordering on crazed. Tongues. Teeth.
It was everything.
Beau stopped only to tear off my clothes. My muscles turned to mush as I submitted to him completely, letting him maneuver my body until I was completely naked in front of him.
My knees were shaking, pussy soaked and pulsating, and my breathing shallow when he stepped back, fully clothed, rubbing his jaw as he eyed me. Every curve, every dimple, every mole didn’t go unnoticed by Beau.
“What did I tell you to do, Hannah?” He met my eyes, his tone a velvet menace.
I licked my lips, glancing at him one last time before I turned, on unsteady legs, making the short journey to the bed.
I was never more aware of every inch of my skin, every movement, as I climbed onto that bed, knowing Beau was an apt witness.
It sent shivers down my spine, the weight of expectation heavy on my limbs.
My pussy throbbed relentlessly as I got myself situated, ass in the air, presented to him. It was a vulnerable position, made easier by the champagne buzzing through my veins, taking away my inhibitions.
And Beau.
Although he might’ve made me nervous, might’ve scared me a little, I trusted him. To respect my body. To take care of me.
It took effort to keep still, displayed in such a way, so I didn’t hear Beau move right away. After a handful of seconds, I tilted my head, attempting to look at him.
But then his guttural growl commanded, “Don’t fucking move.”
I flinched at the command, but I stayed as still as my quivering limbs would let me. Even though I was shaking with desire. Mad with need. Sweat beaded on my upper lip, my arms already shaking.
The slow sound of his footfalls echoed in my ears. I could feel his presence, the slight jostle of the bed as he pressed up against it. Again, he didn’t touch me right away, my body arching up higher to him, offering myself completely. The angle left nothing to the imagination, yet I felt no shame.
Finally, Beau’s hand landed on the skin of my ass, rubbing. He explored slowly, cupping the cheek before slowly slipping downward to where I was already soaking.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I bit my lip as he rubbed my swollen clit, my entire body spasming.
“I had been planning on getting you ready,” he murmured, his finger working slowly. “But you’re ready. My good girl.”
Then his finger was gone, and I let out a little whine of frustration.
Beau chuckled, low and throaty. “I’ll take care of you, baby.” I heard a zipper, a faint rustle of clothing, then he was pressed against my entrance. “I’ll take care of you,” he repeated.
Then he slammed in. To the hilt.
I was ready for him. Completely and utterly primed. But there was a faint hint of pain, painted around the edges of utter pleasure. That’s what I needed, though, to not come straight away.
Beau’s hands settled on my hips, keeping me steady as my whole body vibrated from the force of his entrance, his relentless thrusts.
It didn’t take long before the pressure built in the base of my spine, spreading from my lower stomach outward. I fisted the sheets with quaking arms as Beau bottomed out once more, and I let myself submit to the unrelenting pressure of the orgasm.
The angle, his continued thrusts, his size, the glorious lightness in my body from the booze… it was everything I needed to just … float away.