The Valet Who Loved Me - Valerie Bowman Page 0,38

wherever you’d like…to prove that I’m human.”

Marianne froze momentarily. In the few times she’d been with William, she’d never lain atop him, but her indecision only lasted a few moments before she realized the amount of power she’d just been given. She could touch him anywhere? With pleasure!

Beau settled onto the cot, folding both arms beneath his head and spreading his legs slightly. Marianne’s eyes flared. The man was perfection, sheer perfection, and she intended to touch and kiss every single inch of him.

She began by running her fingers down his chest just as she had last night, but this time she watched in fascination as his muscles jerked beneath her touch. She continued her hands’ path past his waist and down to his manhood, which stood out hard and strong against the patch of hair between his thighs.

She wrapped her fingers against his hard length and squeezed him. His breathing hitched so she did it again. His breath began coming in short little pants that filled her with power. She stroked him up and down and he groaned.

“Marianne,” he breathed. Oh, God, how she liked the sound of her name on his lips.

Still squeezing him, she leaned down and kissed his lips. His tongue tangled with hers and he made to pull his hands from behind his head, but she stopped him with a finger to his forearm. “No,” she commanded.

He nodded but leaned up, trying to prologue their kiss before she pulled her lips away to run them down his rough cheek to his neck. She suckled at the warm, salty skin of his throat and then used her tongue to trace the same path her finger had, down his abdomen.

His hips lurched off the cot and his hands pulled away to grab at the sheets next to his hips. “Marianne, please,” he begged as her mouth descended past his waist. “I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” she asked, her breath a hot pant against his manhood.

“I can’t stand it if you…” His words were labored. His manhood twitched.

“If I what?” she teased, not entirely certain what she intended to do next. She hoped he’d give her a clue as to what he wanted.

“If you suck me,” he breathed.

“An excellent idea,” she said with a sly smile, just before her lips descended upon the tip of his member. She took him into her mouth and sucked him, listening with raw pleasure as he gasped.

“What else don’t you want me to do?” she asked, teasing him by licking his tip while she asked the loaded question.

“Don’t…” His breathing caught. “Please don’t drag your mouth up and down me.”

Another excellent idea. She did just that. Pushing her entire mouth down the length of him while his hands ripped at the sheets and sweat beaded on his brow. She dragged her mouth back up his hard length and descended again four or five times before his hands grabbed her ribcage and he flipped her over.

“Jesus, I can’t take any more,” he whispered in her ear, just before his mouth descended down her body.

When he was settled between her legs, she stared down at him in awe. Was he about to—

The first lick of his slick tongue between the folds of her most intimate spot made her back arch off the cot. A deep moan tore from her throat. He did it again and again as her knees fell apart and her fingers tangled in his silken hair.

She was on the verge of the experience he’d given her two nights ago, poised on the precipice of having the entire world collapse beneath her. “Beau, I can’t—”

He pulled himself up to match her body with his and kissed her deeply. She tasted herself in his mouth, just before he pushed her knees apart even further with his own heavy knee. She felt him probing between her legs, just before he slid into her in one solid, slick movement that made her cry out.

He stopped. “Did I hurt you, Love?” he asked, still inside her to the hilt.

“No.” She shook her head forcefully, her eyes closed, feeling the exquisiteness of him filling her so completely.

He braced his arms on either side of her head and began to move. The experience was wholly unlike her prior experiences with William. Whereas William had plowed at her quickly like a jackrabbit, Beau moved in long, languid strokes, pulling out and sliding back in while her body writhed beneath him wanting more and more.

When he moved one hand to the