T-Bone - L. Wilder Page 0,38
quickly unbuckling his jeans. A hiss escaped his lips as I started to slip my hand into his boxers. Just before I reached for him, I asked, “Can I?”
“You can do anything you want, beautiful.”
His breathing became short and strained as my fingers wrapped around his hardness. I could feel his pulse throbbing against my hand as I slowly started stroking him. I tightened my grip as I glided my fingers up and down. A feeling of satisfaction washed over me when his head fell back with a deep-seated groan, letting me know that I was giving him pleasure—the kind of pleasure he’d given me the night before. I could feel my confidence growing by the second, and it wasn’t long before I found myself grasping at his jeans. I lowered them down his hips, exposing his long, hard shaft. The next thing I knew, Beckett lifted me into his arms and said, “You keep looking at me like that, and we’re gonna be done before we ever get started.”
The words had barely left his mouth when I was on the bed. He tugged his boots and socks off, then his jeans. With the weight of his body pressed against me, his mouth dropped to my ear, the warmth of his breath sending goosebumps down my spine as he whispered, “So damn perfect.”
Beckett’s hands dropped to my hips as he slowly slipped my panties down my legs. A needy moan vibrated through his chest as he gazed down upon my naked body, then a devilish grin spread across his face while he settled his hips between my legs, making my entire body tremble. Lowering his face to my neck, the bristles of his day-old beard prickled against my skin as he nipped and sucked along the contours of my body.
A part of me wanted to go slow like the night before. I wanted to be able to savor the moment, but I was too far gone and just couldn’t restrain myself. I wanted him. I needed him. Spreading my legs further to accommodate his huge body, I shifted my hips up towards him as he rubbed himself against my clit. My entire body ached for him.
“You ready for me?” he asked.
Unable to even string together coherent words, I nodded, praying that he wouldn’t stop. His voice was stern when he said, “Need you to say the words, Alyssa. Need you to tell me what you want.”
His words caught me by surprise, but I knew he meant exactly what he’d said. Without reservation, I whispered, “I want you.”
“And what do you want me to do? Need you to tell me.”
“I want you to do what you did last night”—I could feel myself becoming more turned on by the second—“with your fingers.”
I wound my hands around his neck, pulling him closer, and kissed him.
His hand slipped between us, and his fingers entered me. Each movement was meticulous and slow, causing me to writhe beneath him while his thumb brushed back and forth over my clit. “This ... Is this what you want?”
“Yes!” I gasped.
I was unable to control my whimpers of pleasure as he delved deeper inside me. I didn’t recognize my own voice as it echoed through the room. I was completely lost in his touch, loving the feel of his calloused hands against my body. The bed creaked as I arched my back, feeling the muscles in my abdomen tighten with my impending release. My breath caught in my throat as waves of pleasure rushed through me, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it a minute longer, his hand was gone. He reached for a condom, and once he’d slipped it on, Beckett was back on top of me.
His forehead rested against mine as he grazed his cock against me. His erection, hot and hard, burned against my clit before he thrust deep inside, giving me all he had in one smooth stroke. I gasped at the intrusion and he froze. “Fuck, did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m good ... better than good.” I lifted my hand to his face. “Stop holding back.”
I rocked my hips, begging him to continue. His hands reached up to the nape of my neck, fisting my hair as he drove into me again. Slow and demanding, he was in complete control. Every smooth slide of his cock into my body was a statement of dominance. His teeth raked over my nipples, and I cried out wanting more. I dug my nails into his