make her feel so good that she couldn’t even think or breathe. I wanted everything else to fall away so that there was nothing else in her world but her body and the sensations that my fingers were sending rushing through it.
Her shoulder blades pressed into my pecs as her back arched and a desperate, mewling cry escaped her. She squirmed and writhed under my touch, her ass and lower back rubbing furiously against my cock. It was almost unbearable, but in the best way I could imagine.
Her head slammed back against my shoulder, and I could see her pulse pounding in her neck. “Yes!” she cried. “Right there. Just like that!”
As soon as those words hit my ears, I knew I wasn’t going to let it happen like this. No. She wasn’t going to come here, in the bath, where I couldn’t even see her beautiful body. She was going to come in my bed, on my mouth.
In one swift movement, I bent my knees up and got my feet under me, then stepped out of the bathtub. Her big, lovely eyes stared up at me in surprise, but before she could form a question, I bent over and reached down into the water, grabbing her up in my strong arms and carrying her wet body against mine, out of the bathroom and all the way to my bed.
We didn’t say a word. She just nestled her head into the crook of my neck in a way that let me know I would gladly carry her like this through all of our lives, if she’d let me. She was my girl. That was never going to change. I knew that now. And I was happy as hell about it.
I laid her down on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side just like they’d been the first time we were together. I got on my knees in front of her, pushing her thighs as far apart as they would go. I eyed her pretty, glistening sex.
I lifted my eyes to hers and found her staring down at me. “I love you,” I told her. And now, I was going to show her.
Chapter 33
Sasha
“Love is a lot like a backache, you can’t see it, but you know it’s there.”
~ Barbara-Jean Nelson
“I love you, too.” My eyes were glued to Beau’s face as his gaze laser locked between my legs. He was looking at me like a starving man looks at a steak, and I wasn’t mad about it. Not mad at all.
My lower belly muscles trembled in anticipation of his hot mouth covering me. I leaned forward and tangled my fingers in his thick hair and he looked up and met my eyes. I was already on the razor’s edge thanks to the foreplay in the tub and my body was screaming for him to take me up and over.
“Please,” I whispered. “Beau. Please.”
He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and then enveloped me with his lips and tongue. The tip of his tongue brushed my swollen nub and it sent a shock of pleasure coursing through me. My legs flew up and I dug my heels into his shoulders, my hips pressed against his mouth as I rode out my orgasm on his gently lapping tongue. He continued licking me as I came down from it, drawing out my pleasure to the very last moment. It left me spent and exhausted, lying there catching my breath, as he got to his feet and lifted me into his arms again.
He moved me up to the head of the bed, laying my head down gently on the pillow, like I was a treasure worthy of being cherished. That was how he made me feel. And I loved it. I loved it so much.
He laid down next to me, then, his glorious naked body stretched out all along my side, the hard planes of his muscles pressed against me like steel. I ran my fingers lightly over his bulging arm muscles, then his pecs, then his six-pack abs, marveling at what a gorgeous specimen of maleness he was. Marveling, really, at how I was lucky enough to call him mine.
My fingers wandered to his massive erection, and I wrapped him up in my hand, running my light grip up and down his shaft as he closed his eyes and moaned. He crushed his lips to mine darting his tongue into my mouth, pressing it against mine with an urgency that thrilled me.