If I even attempted it, we could be here all night. I hold up a hand. “Just give me a minute.”
“Okay.”
In the bathroom mirror, my face is flushed, my lipstick worn away. Hair wild from his hands and nipples standing to attention. Holy shit. We’re really doing this. We’re actually finally having sex. Thank fuck. Seriously.
Without the seamstress and Selah, it’s a bit of a job to wriggle out of the dress. To wrestle with the Spanx. However, Rachel and Emma didn’t stint on the nice stuff. My panties are Fleur du Mal black lace with a matching demi-bra. Quick check: My breath seems okay and my pits don’t smell. But a spritz of perfume after a long day never hurt anybody who didn’t have allergies.
And I’m revealed, all of my lumps and bumps. It’s fine. So maybe I pause for a moment, but fuck it.
Beck sits on the end of the bed, jacket and bowtie gone along with his shoes and socks. He looks good disheveled, undoing the cuffs at his wrists. When he sees me his gaze gets stuck, his jaw goes rigid. It’s like he’s keeping a tight rein on himself. “Beloved.”
“Hi.”
The cufflinks spill onto the floor as he holds out a hand. “Come here.”
No idea what he intends, but I know what I want. I straddle him, breasts brushing against the fabric of his shirt, hands sitting on his shoulders. His grip on my hips is firm, the expression in his eyes full of lust and adoration. It’s a good feeling, to be safe and wanted this way. I don’t think I’ve ever had it quite like this before.
He gives to me too. That’s what makes this work.
I’m shaking for some reason. I don’t know why. My fingers slip over the buttons on his shirt, taking longer to get them undone. Mostly patient, he waits.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
“Yes.” At long last, I push the shirt off his broad shoulders, revealing the smooth skin beneath. “Are you, Alice?”
I nod.
Unlike me, he doesn’t fumble. The clasp on my bra is undone in a moment. The man has skills. “Mouth.”
I do as told, kissing him hard, my hands cradling his face. His firm lips move beneath mine, his teeth nipping my bottom lip. Like a tease, the straps of my bra are slowly drawn down my arms. I have to let him go to get fully rid of the thing. Now we’re both bare from the waist up and it feels so good. Skin to skin is amazing. He takes my breasts in his hands, fingers kneading my flesh and taking their weight. All the while, his hard cock is right damn there. To ask me to sit still would be impossible. Not when I could be writhing and rubbing myself against him, turning us both on.
My whole body is restless with wanting, primed from needing. And Beck’s heart beats so damn hard against the palm of my hand. I’m definitely not alone in this.
“More,” he says.
Our kisses get longer and wetter, our mouths battling it out. Only we’re both winning. I pull on his hair and he growls. The man actually fucking growls. Hotter than hell. Then he grabs me by the waist and rises, turning and tossing me onto the mattress.
“Up,” he orders with a jut of his chin.
I hustle my ass up the mattress until I can rest my head on a pillow. And the show he’s putting on meanwhile. I don’t even blink. Gaze on me, he undoes the buckle of his belt, the button and zip on his trousers. Down they go, to rest on the floor. Next his thumbs dig into the waistband of his black boxer briefs, tugging them down.
I would pause here to write odes to the magnificence of his dick, but there’s no time for that. Or words, apparently. My head is sex scrambled. Pheromones have me undone. Large, yeah, and wow are about the best I’ve got. Along with gimme, of course.
Like some big animal he climbs on after me. My new expensive lingerie is dragged down my legs and sent sailing to join the other accumulated detritus on the floor. Mrs. Francis would be appalled.
Heated gaze on my face, he grips my calves and spreads my legs wide, making room for himself. Then he’s there. He’s right fucking there, cock lying against my wet cunt. His hips pin mine against the mattress. But the rest of his body hovers above me as he takes his