on it. Your arm.” I lean in and kiss her mouth, hard and hot, my tongue toying with the seam of her lips. “You got time?”
Bel nudges her nose against mine. “Not much. Make it quick?”
“Done.”
I drive my golf cart like a lunatic to my house. Bel is on me in the hall before the door closes behind us. Her impatience, her eagerness, puts a big old smile on my face.
She pushes me against the wall, hard, and goddamn if my dick doesn’t scream bloody murder against the prison of my jeans. She crowds me, kissing my neck as she slides her hand inside my shirt. Her fingers are warm on my stomach. They toy with my happy trail and the ridges of muscle that bisect my belly.
She’s learning me, and I love it.
Then her hands are on my fly, her fingers working the zipper, and now they’re around my dick.
It’s my turn to take charge. Otherwise, I’m gonna come in five seconds flat.
Bucking my hips, I make the kiss mine as I back her into the wall, crowding her with my body. She moans, and I unbutton her jeans and yank them down her thighs. She’s wearing these pretty little sheer black panties. I can see the sweet lips of her pussy through them, and I wanna yell, so I do.
“You shaved!”
She lifts a shoulder, not at all shy. “It turns me on to try something new. Which I’m hoping will help the lubrication situation.”
“I love it.”
“The bare pussy?”
“No.” I look up at her. The burn in Bel’s eyes is what I live for. “Shit that turns you on. That’s what I love. Your pussy is perfect shaved, not shaved. It’s yours, so I love it.”
I mean what I say. So I firm the muscles in my core and roll back my hips, pulling my dick out of her grasp. She cries out, but I’m already on my knees, trailing my mouth down the slope of her belly.
Her fingers glide through my hair. I press the flat of my tongue to her pussy through her panties, and her fingers form a fist. She pulls on my hair, making the need inside my skin spike.
My knees are in agony against the hardwood floor. I’ll regret this tomorrow. For so many reasons.
But her taste is on my mouth, and I want more of it.
I hook my fingertips in her panties and pull them down, baring her to me. Her scent fills my head. The lips of her pussy are like velvet against my tongue. I hold them open with my thumbs, exposing her pink inner folds, and I lick her clit.
She tastes like—
Like the ocean and late nights and life.
“Oh,” she pants, head falling back against the wall. “Beau. There.”
I lick her, gliding my tongue farther inside her to tease her center. I move my thumbs lower and hold her open a little more. I take my time—slow, sure strokes of my tongue—and I grab her knee when her leg starts to shake. I hike her leg over my shoulder, which immediately spreads her wider and opens her more to me. Her hips roll against my mouth, seeking relief, and I dip my thumb inside her, gathering some moisture and slicking it over her pussy. There isn’t much, so we’ll definitely still need to use lube, but it’s enough to heat things up a bit.
Sucking on her clit, I glide my thumb in and out—carefully, as I’m guessing she’s still a little sore from the other night.
I glide my thumb back, grazing her asshole, and she says my name again, more urgently this time.
I grin against her pussy. Bel likes backdoor action.
Of course she does.
But we don’t have time to go there today. So I suck on her clit, hard, and glide my hands up inside her sweater, taking possession of her torso with my grip. I feel goose bumps break out across her skin.
The muscles along her sides tremble. I move a hand inside her bra and play with her nipple.
Oh, she says.
Go, I say. I nick her clit with my teeth.
I watch her as she comes. Hips bucking against my face, tit firm in my hand, and her hands balled into fists in my hair. Her face is screwed up like she’s in pain, a flush working its way up her throat to her cheeks.
Mouth open. Eyes closed. Completely abandoned to her orgasm.
Completely abandoned to me.
I close my eyes, overwhelmed—like I’m the one who’s coming—and plant my lips on