by Leah Brooke
By the time he did the same to her other leg, she shook uncontrollably, a whimper escaping as he went to his knees between her thighs. “Beau.” Her stomach clenched in excitement, her thighs shaking so hard she wouldn’t have been able to hold them up on her own.
Smiling, he bent to touch his lips to her sensitive mound. “I love the way you say my name when you’re aroused. It has this little catch in it that drives me crazy. Underneath all that brass and bossiness, you’re a temptress.”
Charity’s breathing became so ragged, she had to focus in order to hear him. “I’m—oh, God!”
The first slide of his tongue over her clit sent a jolt of erotic electricity through her slit that made her forget what she’d been about to say. She felt so wanton and free. Seeing the raw hunger he’d kept hidden from her, she’d never felt as desirable as she did in that moment.
Crying out, she lifted into his touch for more, even as the intensity of it had her trying to dig her heels into his back to push herself away.
With his shoulders beneath her thighs, Beau wrapped his arms around her hips, holding her high and firmly in place as his mouth worked its magic, the demand and hunger in his touch and low groans driving her insane.
Unable to remain still, she bucked and kicked her feet, thankful that his strong hold kept her firmly in place for the delicious torment. Gripping his forearms, she cried his name, her moans and cries mingling and becoming one tortured sound after another.
Humming his approval, he arched her hips higher and slid his tongue into her pussy, fucking her with it as he slid a hand lower to cover her abdomen and mound, his thumb stroking slowly back and forth over her clit.
The combination drove her wild and had her writhing beneath him, crying out her pleasure as she gripped the covers of his bed to ground herself. “Beau! Oh, God. So good. I’m gonna come.”
Beau lifted his head slightly, readjusting his hold. With a hand over her belly, he held her still, staring up at her. Still using his shoulders to hold her hips high, he cupped her bottom with his other hand and slid a thumb into her pussy. “You’re nice and wet, mon petit. Doux. Sweet. So sweet.”
Charity kicked her feet as the need for friction on her clit became overwhelming. “Beau! Damn it, when you talk like that it makes me crazy.”
Sliding his thumb slowly in and out of her pussy, he rose slightly. “Look at me, cher.” He waited until she met his gaze, the slow strokes to her pussy never faltering. “That’s it. Hmm, look at you. That glazed look in your eyes makes me just as crazy. It’s the look you get when you’re ready to come. Needy, helpless, and yet with a spark of attitude. It gets me every time.”
Clenching on his thumb, Charity kicked at him and used the pressure of the backs of her knees on his shoulders for leverage to rock her hips. She wanted more. She wanted him to move, but even though his need for her shone clearly in his eyes, he continued to stare down at her, turning his head to brush his lips over her inner thigh while stroking her pussy.
The pressure inside her became so intense she bowed, thrashing her head from side to side in frustration. So close. The warning tingles started, simmering just below the surface and driving her wild. Her inhibitions had long since deserted her, and in the confines of the dimly lit room, she didn’t feel the least bit shy about voicing her demands. “Beau. I need to come. Take me, damn you! I want you inside me.”
Beau chuckled, a deep, throaty sound filled with satisfaction. “I’m not finished with my dessert yet.” Raising a brow, he smiled, a dark, devious smile that sent a thrill of erotic anticipation racing through her.
Whimpering in frustration when he slid his thumb free, Charity struggled to sit up, crying out in shock when the tip of his thumb, wet with her juices, pressed against her puckered opening. “Beau!”
“I love the way you respond. Let’s go a little farther, cher.” He pushed into her bottom at the same time his lips closed over her clit.
The dual sensation stunned her so much that it took her several heart-stopping seconds before her mind could process the pleasure that had already taken over her body. The shower of sparks that radiated from her clit outward astounded her, as did the realization that her bottom clamped down on his finger, milking it as though trying to suck it in deeper.
“Dear God!” Her orgasm slammed into her so hard and fast, it took her mind several seconds to catch up. The slow slide of his devious tongue over her clit wouldn’t let her down, holding her at the peak with an expertise that she couldn’t fight.
She didn’t want to fight it. She wanted it to last forever.
The hot tingling spread and rolled through her, wave after wave of delicious heat that held her in its grip as Beau continued to work his tongue over her clit and move his thumb inside her.
Paralyzed by the ecstatic pleasure, she had no choice but to endure it, and the swells of bliss rolling through her.
She cried out, but nothing emerged except a throaty gasp.
Every nerve ending in her body felt as if it shimmered, the warm swells of erotic pleasure seeming to consume her everywhere.
The intense pleasure made her body jerk once, and then again, as if touched by an electric cord.
“No!” Whimpering as the pleasure began to subside, she writhed on the covers, reaching for Beau as the stimulation of her clit became too sharp and more than she could bear. “No more. No more. Oh, Beau. Please, I can’t take it.” She couldn’t stop clamping down on the thumb inside her, rocking her hips to take it deeper.
Tears stung her eyes. She wanted the warmth and steadiness of his arms around her. She wanted him to hold her. She wanted him inside her.
Beau seemed to know just what she needed. With a low murmur of approval, a rumble of caring that danced over her senses, he lifted his head and withdrew his thumb to gather her against him.
Her ass and pussy still clenched at the rippling waves of pleasure that just wouldn’t stop. Trembling, she reached for him as he rose over her, gasping at the full, delicious feeling of his hard, hot cock thrusting deep inside her pussy.
He filled her completely, his steely, thick heat stretching her inner walls and warming her from within. Holding himself deep, he slid a hand under her bottom, and slid impossibly deeper while raining kisses over her cheek, her jaw, and even her now-healed shoulder.
Holding her to him, he murmured in French, the silky cadence of his words a sharp contrast to his harsh, deep, almost tortured tone.
So weak, and trembling so hard she could barely move, she finally managed to thread her fingers into his hair, moaning softly with each decadent stroke. Thrilling at the feel of solid muscles bunching and shifting against her, she lowered her hands to his shoulders, tilting her head to the side as he nuzzled her neck in a particularly sensitive spot.
Beau groaned, his teeth scraping over her neck. “Your pussy’s so tight. So hot. So wet. Yes, cher, move with me. Yes. So fucking good. If I had my way, I’d spend the rest of my life inside you.”
The hand at her bottom clenched tight, his finger moving with every thrust as he worked his way closer and closer to her bottom. “This tight little hole is begging for my attention, isn’t it, cher? Now that I’ve touched you there, that tight little ass of yours wants more.”
Charity’s toes curled as Beau pressed against her puckered opening again, her whimpered cries growing louder. Her pussy clenched repeatedly on his cock, which seemed to get thicker and harder with every thrust.
Hard. Hot. Thick.
The pressure against her bottom hole drove her mad, the wicked threat of being breached there creating a primitive hunger that made her wild and wanton.
She didn’t know how he knew that her bottom tingled with anticipation, but the fact that he did know both excited her and filled her with a sense of sexual vulnerability that had her gripping him even tighter. “Beau. I don’t know how you make me feel like this, but with you, I want it all. It’s so wicked.”
“Yes, it is.” Lifting his head to stare down a
t her, he slipped the tip of his finger past the tight ring of muscle and inside her. “Don’t you want to be wicked with me?”
Digging her heels into his tight butt, she lifted into his thrusts, every muscle in her body tightening as the pleasure mounted. “God, yes!”
Having both her pussy and ass penetrated was a feeling unlike any other, and one that she found hard to adapt to.
She liked it far too much for her own peace of mind, becoming almost animalistic in her need to come. “Fuck me harder. Harder. More. Oh, God. I want more.”
Beau groaned, his movements becoming rougher. “You want my finger deeper, cher? You want me to fuck your ass with my finger?”
“Yes, damn you!” She wanted it deep. “I want to feel it.”
She rocked harder, fucking herself on his cock and finger, her cries becoming louder and more desperate with every stroke.
With a hand at her back, Beau lifted her higher. “Yes.” His short breaths became harsher, his words guttural and deep. “Come. Yes. Clamp down on me. Give it to me.”
Charity had no choice.
Trusting him implicitly, and loving him with every fiber of her being, she let herself go completely, clamping down on him and screaming his name.
* * * *
Her cry of completion was like music to Beau’s ears.
Sitting back on his heels, he gathered her against him, holding his finger deep inside her ass, not willing to give up any part of her yet. Knowing how completely she lost herself when she came, he held her for several long minutes as his breathing slowed and his pulse went back to normal.
She excited him on so many levels, and each time he made love to her, she stole a little more of his heart.
Her own insecurities and inhibitions made her shy and unsure at first, but as soon as he took her past the point of no return, she let loose with a passion that never failed to astound and delight him.
God, he loved her, and each time he took her was better than the last.
He’d missed making love to her even more than he could have imagined, but now that she was fully healed from her accident, the need to play with his lover resurfaced.
Holding her close, he felt the shiver that went through her as she clenched on his cock and his finger again.
Almost immediately, she stiffened, and he knew it was out of embarrassment that he still had his finger inside her bottom.
If she thought she would get away with keeping any parts of herself from him, his darling bride-to-be had a lot yet to learn about him.
With slow deliberation, he moved his finger, stoking the inner walls of her bottom, hiding a smile when she moaned softly and instinctively clamped down on it.
Now that he’d calmed some, and could think, a plan formed in his mind, one that made his cock jump inside her, drawing another whimpered moan from her.
God, he adored her.
Ever since her accident, things had changed between them.
His need, stronger than it had ever been, now held a hint of desperation, a need to possess that had sharpened since her accident.
After having her again, he knew he’d never be happy with a life without laughter and playfulness in it.
He wanted to play again, but realized that it wouldn’t be any good until Charity wanted it, too.
He needed her to see just how much more they could have—could be to each other.
He didn’t want her to play just because she knew he wanted it. He wanted to teach her the joy they could have with each other, a joy she’d never allowed herself.
He’d wait until she made the first step.
And she would.
He didn’t doubt it at all.
Her stubbornness would demand that he return to his former playfulness, but to do so, she’d have to initiate it.
Anticipation bubbled in his veins.
Hiding a smile, he leaned back slightly, kissing her cheek. “You okay, chéri?”
He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling when she buried her face against his chest and refused to look up at him.
“Yes.”
Fisting his free hand in her hair, he tilted her face back, his cock jumping at her blush.
Showing nothing but concern, he frowned down at her. “Is something wrong?”
Charity groaned, glaring up at him. “Beau, your finger…”
It took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to laugh. Narrowing his eyes, he moved his finger, sliding it almost all the way out of her and angled it to stretch the tight ring of muscle, his stomach clenching at the thought of how it would feel closing over his cock.
“My finger is in your ass, something that gave you a great deal of pleasure.” Keeping a straight face, he forced it deep again, marveling at her shudder, and the glazed, unfocused look in her eyes.
Her bottom lip trembled, an invitation he couldn’t ignore.
Taking her lips with his, he sank deep, keeping her hair fisted in his hand to hold her exactly the way he wanted.
Her soft lips opened immediately, her tongue tangling with his and drawing him deeper.
Taking control, he nipped at her lips and sank in again, his head spinning at the taste of her. The softness. The need for him that had her short nails sinking into his shoulders.
He moved his finger again, stroking her hot inner walls, his entire body tightening when she whimpered and began to rock. With a groan, he lifted his head, breaking off their kiss, holding her head in place to stare down at her.
“Like that, do you, cher?”
As he’d expected, Charity blinked and he could almost hear her inhibitions snap firmly back into place.
She looked up at him as though trying to judge his mood, which made it even harder to keep his expression stern. Sliding her soft hands over his chest, she looked up at him through her lashes—a look that he’d never been able to resist and almost promised she’d get whatever she asked for.
God help him when she figured that out.
“Beau?”
“Yes, cher?”
Not about to let her get the upper hand, he moved his finger again, stretching the tight ring of muscle, his cock stirring again at her soft, whimpered cry—a cry of passion and vulnerability—a sound that made his body clench with hunger for her.
It made his chest swell, and made his need to possess her even stronger. He wanted to pleasure her and comfort her at the same time—to simultaneously protect her and fuck her senseless.
She brought out his baser instincts, something he still struggled to understand, but that he embraced enthusiastically.
“I, um, oh, God.”
Staring down at her, and moving his finger inside her, he knew he’d never seen anything as beautiful in his life as the way Charity looked at him now. With love and lust shining in her eyes, and a vulnerability caused by her own passions, she stared up at him for guidance, stoking his primitive instincts even higher.
“You’re not scared now, are you?” Not wanting to miss anything—pleasure, or signs of distress—Beau kept her head pulled back to see her face.
“You’ve always been nervous and tightened up whenever I’ve tried to touch you here. When you relax and enjoy it, it feels good, doesn’t it?”
Fisting her hands on his chest, Charity gulped, and tried to glare at him again, but her parted lips and the fact that her voice remained at a husky whisper, made her glare almost comical.
“I’m not like that.”
Beau allowed a smile. “Oh, chéri, you’re exactly like that. You’re a passionate woman. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” Sliding his cock free, he released her hair to touch her clit again. With her straddled on his lap, she couldn’t close against him, allowing him free access to her clit and ass.
He didn’t take it slow or easy, determined to prove to her without a doubt that she had desires that hadn’t yet been tapped.
Using her slick juices to lubricate her sensitized clit, he worked his fingers over it with a speed designed t
o send her over quickly. At her stunned cry, he moved the finger in her ass just enough to keep her focused on it.
Gripping his shoulders, she threw her head back with a hoarse cry, her tight ass clamping down on his finger hard as she came.
He slowed his fingers, drenched with her juices, withdrawing the other from her ass. He dropped a kiss on her swollen pink lips as he rose from the bed and eased her down to the mattress. “That should be the end of any arguments on the subject.”
Dropping her head on the pillow, Charity grinned. “You playing with me, Beau?”
Pausing beside the bed, he smiled at the picture she made. Her hair was a mess of tangles from his fingers, her lips swollen from his kisses. She had the look of a woman who’d been well and truly tumbled, and he was the only man on the face of the earth who’d ever seen her like this.
“No, cher.” He let his smile fall, raising a brow when she opened her eyes and frowned. “I’m not playing with you. I’m just showing you the way it is.”
Turning, he headed for the bathroom, pausing again when she called his name. He would swear he could almost hear her mind spinning. Turning, he raised a brow, careful not to show any sign of amusement. “Yes?”
“Why don’t you want to play anymore?”
Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, ready with his answer. “After that foolish stunt you pulled by going out in a blizzard, protecting you seems more important.”
Turning back, he headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind him before he allowed himself another smile.
That oughta do it.
Chapter Sixteen
“He’s driving me crazy!”
In the small kitchen of her apartment, Charity reached into the dryer for another towel and straightened, folding it as she glanced back at her sister. “I think he’s doing it on purpose. Then again, I just don’t know.”
Hope frowned as she dried a plate. “Okay, I don’t understand. You went home with him last night and had sex. Was it awkward? Did he seem as if he wasn’t into it? Didn’t you like it?”