slid his hand smoothly up my thigh, under my skirt. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you gods of getting lucky, for giving me the foresight to wear a skirt.
When his fingers reached the aching vee between my legs, he deftly pushed my panties aside and started rubbing slowly up and down my slit, turning my breath into ragged panting.
I felt like I was going to completely fall apart at the seams under the pressure of the violent trembling that overtook me, while Beau, on the other hand, seemed completely calm all of a sudden. His fingers moved with a deliberate pace that made me want to scream. It felt so good, but at the same time left me wanting so much more.
My hands moved back to the sides of his face, and I pressed my forehead to his. Our eyes locked, and there was nothing else in the world at that moment. Nothing but the world inside his eyes as he looked into mine, reading every detail of what his fingers were making me feel.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured.
“I know. That’s what you do to me,” I gasped.
A moan rumbled low in his chest in response, and he pushed two fingers inside me and settled his thumb over my clit. He moved his fingers back and forth, hitting my g-spot perfectly, and rubbed his thumb in little circles at the same time, achieving the perfect balance of rhythm, seemingly without even trying.
I’d been on such a low simmer of arousal for so long that it didn’t take long before I felt the beginnings of a toe-curling orgasm starting low in my belly. I wanted to gasp out some kind of instructions. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Something.
But the words got stuck in my brain. I couldn’t settle on what to say, because…well, because what Beau was doing was perfect. So fucking perfect. There was nothing I could ask him to do that would improve on what he was already doing, and that was both new and exhilarating.
Reading the truth of the situation in my eyes, or maybe feeling it in the clench of my inner walls, he whispered to me, his voice both soothing and intense simultaneously, “Come for me. I want you to come all over my fingers for me.”
That was all it took to sever the last tiny thread of control I was hanging on to, and I dissolved into one of the sweetest, hardest, most mind-altering orgasms of my life. My body shook as I shattered into a thousand tiny pieces and in that moment, nothing else existed but Beau and this moment. A moment I wished would last forever.
Chapter 26
Beau
“Love is a little bit about losing yourself, and a lot about finding yourself.”
~ Barbara-Jean Nelson
Looking into Sasha’s eyes as her body clenched around my fingers and she cried out in release was maybe one of the more gratifying moments I’d ever experienced in my life. Knowing I was the one who’d brought her to the brink and knowing that I was the one who’d pushed her right over it as I watched the pleasure swirl behind her eyes was a moment I’d remember forever.
When I held her like this, I didn’t want to let her go.
You just don’t want to let her go, period. I silenced the voice in the back of my head, which had no business piping up when all I wanted to concentrate on was Sasha’s gorgeous, soft, warm, naked curves. Which could drown out anything, or so I’d thought.
I felt her muscles relax a little around my fingers, although her warm and velvety folds still twitched against me. Her breathing slowed and she pressed her lips gently to mine. “Oh my…” she whispered. “That was…amazing. Thank you.”
I wanted to trail tender kisses all over her face and neck, to tell her that she never needed to thank me for giving her pleasure, that I fucking lived to give her pleasure. But just as I started to do that, she rested her palms on my shoulders and leveraged herself up. Then she reached between our bodies, gripped my dick and positioned it at her entrance, closing her eyes and exhaling as she smoothly lowered herself onto me, her sweet, tight body swallowing my shaft inch by agonizingly pleasurable inch.
I yanked off my shirt and pulled her to me, holding her tight against me as her arms snaked around my neck. The hard nubs of her nipples tickled my chest. God, she was so lush,