Beau dragged his hands down my back until he was palming my ass, pressing me harder into himself, and the amount of pleasure that engulfed me with that needy move had me on the brink of an orgasm in an instant.
“Wait,” I gasped, breathing hard as I pushed myself up. “Wait, I’m gonna?—”
But Beau kept thrusting himself against me, and in the next moment, I bowed over, my toes curling as the orgasm slammed into me. My entire body tensed up and I cried out, cum shooting from my cock with euphoric pulses that made my vision blur. I hadn’t realized I’d stopped breathing until I sucked in a huge gulp of air and collapsed over Beau, panting against his neck as wave after wave of the aftershocks kept hitting me.
“F-fuck,” Beau whispered, still humping against me. “Lea, I need…”
“I know what you need, baby,” I mumbled into his neck. I pushed myself up and leaned over to get into the drawer of the nightstand. When I had the lube and condom, I dropped them on the bed beside us. Beau’s hands were everywhere on my body, squeezing and stroking and driving me crazy. I kissed his cheek and said, “Will you be on top?”
“Yeah. Okay,” he panted, letting his legs fall from my hips. I stared down at him, his chest heaving, my cum all over his stomach, his skin flushed red. His cock was so hard the headwas poking out of the foreskin, a deep crimson that glistened with precum. Unable to help myself, I wrapped my fingers around the hard, velvety length of him and stroked as I leaned down and licked away my cum. His stomach muscles tensed beneath me, a loud, long moan pouring from his lips as he curled his fingers around my upper arms.
“Lea, Lea—I can’t—” He gasped, squeezing me, and I let go of his cock to gently roll his balls in my hand, tugging just a little.
“You look so pretty right now,” I murmured, catching his gaze in mine. He looked completely undone beneath me—delicate, lovely, and mine. I let go of his balls to pluck at his nipples. He loved it when I played with them, became ten times more responsive, and fuck he looked so gorgeously wrecked right now.
He bucked and whimpered, and when I lowered my lips to his, he took them greedily with a low moan. “I wanna look like this for you,” I whispered as I drew away. “Wreck me, Beau.”
He groaned and watched me move out from between his legs, then sat up and scooted down the bed. Anticipation vibrated along my skin, and I planted myself on all fours in front of him, lowering my head and chest until just my ass was in the air. I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and then Beau rested a gentle hand on the small of my back.
He was trembling. When I looked back at him, he was staring at my ass with an anxious expression, and my chest tightened.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked softly. Was he not comfortable with this position?
Beau’s eyes darted to mine, apprehension and doubt swirling in their depths. “I?—”
I sat up and turned around, worry for him making my chest feel tight. Cupping his cheeks in my hands, I said, “Hey. It’sokay. We don’t have to do anything at all. We can just stop here.”
Beau shook his head, keeping his eyes on mine. “No, it’s—can we do?—”
His breaths became a little ragged, and all I wanted to do was reassure him that everything was okay. I rubbed my nose against his, kissed the corner of his lips, and murmured, “It’s okay, Beau. We can do whatever you want. Just breathe, baby.”
Beau brought his hands up and gripped my wrists, clinging to me as he drew in breath after breath, keeping his eyes on mine.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
On a shuddery exhale, Beau said, “Can we do it—the other way?”
“What do you mean, love?”
Beau’s blush deepened, and he dropped his eyes. “The—I want to see—” He squeezed my wrists. “Your face,” he finished, bringing his eyes back to mine. “I want to see your face.”
Someone had coiled a rope around my heart and was yanking it tighter. My god, he was going to kill me with his sweetness.
Pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, I said, “Of course we can do it that way.” I lay back and brought Beau with me, still holding onto his face and kissing him as tenderly as I could. It didn’t matter that the feverish need had calmed into something more languid; I wanted him any way he was willing to give himself to me.
“Are you ready now?” I asked once he’d pulled back a little. His eyes bored into mine, and though there was still some trepidation, he nodded. Relief overcame me when I saw he was still hard—still into this. I smiled at him and said, “Good. You gonna prep me with those delicious fingers? I’ve been thinking about them all day, babe.”
Beau scoffed at that, and I was so glad he was feeling comfortable again. “No, you haven’t.”
I snatched his hand and brought his fingers to my lips, biting the tips and watching his blush darken and spread. “Oh, yes I have. Your fingers, your dick, those gorgeous eyes…I can’t get you out of my head.” I grabbed the lube with my other hand and pressed it into his palm. “Now get me nice and wet for you, sugar, and slide inside because I really, really need you.”
“God, Lea,” he groaned, his hand shaking as he uncapped the lube. He poured it into his hand and I spread my legs wider, hooking my hands under my knees to bring them up more.
Beau fumbled the bottle as he stared down at me. He leaned over me and placed one hand right above my shoulder to prop himself up, the other sliding slick fingers along my rim. His eyes were on my face, his panting breaths mingling with mine, and the intimacy of him wanting to watch my face instead of what his fingers were doing made my heart flip in my chest, then start pounding crazily. I could feel the heat of my own blush spreading across my cheeks, and when he pressed a finger inside me, his eyes bouncing between mine, I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Yeah, babe,” I breathed. “Just like that.” Beau’s lips parted as he watched me, and when he pushed in deeper, pulled out, then slid right back in, my head fell back as I moaned. I let my legs fall open and grabbed onto his waist, spreading my fingers across his rib cage and moving my hips with his thrusts. “Two,” I panted. “Give me two. Please, Beau.”
Beau swirled two fingers around my rim, then pushed inside, a small sound coming from the back of his throat. He pumped them in and out, his eyes never leaving my face. I was hard as steel again, my dick pulsing with every thrust, and Beau’s breathing became as uneven as my own.