Triple M 3 Needing Me, Wanting You

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doesn't seem to have the same problem I do with flashing his naked body around. His cock is already
hard and glistening with sweat. I don't know what it is about these fucking hotel rooms, but this one is
just as warm as the last one, drenching Beck's entire muscular frame in little beads of moisture. I bite
my lower lip as feelings surge deep within my belly. Oh my God. The man is built like a God, a statue
chiseled in living flesh. His pecs are rock solid but not grotesquely oversized, tapering into a perfect
belly with an eight pack and that incredibly irresistible 'V' shape of his oblique muscles. His thighs
are thick without being beefy, much like his arms with that perfect swell of shoulder and bicep. And
the tattoos? There's the pirate symbol, the skull and crossbones on his chest with the 'MMM' above it.
I reach up a hand and run my fingers through my wet hair, trying to still my rapid breathing. I feel
like I'm this close to panting at the man.
I want to call you what makes you hottest, darlin'. If it's Emilie you like, Emilie it is.
What were you waiting for? I ask him, even though I already know. He grins at me and moves
forward, kneeling on the end of the bed and reaching out for the towel. I try to keep hold of it, but
Beck's a hell of a lot stronger than me. It goes fluttering through the air and lands in a heap on the
floor. Leaving me naked. Leaving me exposed. I put my hands over the spot of red hair between my
legs. I was in the shower that whole time.
Beck crawls forward and drapes his naked body over mine, burning me his nearness, making me
gasp even though he isn't touching me.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, he growls into my ear, drawing back and pushing my
knees apart. Tell me you don't feel this, Emilie. He presses a hand to my belly, rekindling that burn
into a fire. Absently, I remember that we haven't used a single condom. Not one. I look up at Beck and
find that I'm having a hard time breathing. I could ask him to use one now, but & I don't want him to. I
want to feel his body bare against mine. Now that I've had it, I'm feeling selfish. I don't want a piece
of latex separating us. Shit. Future Tease is going to have problems. Present Tease is living in the
moment with Beck Evans and couldn't give a shit less.
Feel what? My voice is a whisper as I watch him lower himself, sliding his arms under my thighs
and reaching around them, using my hips as handles again. I'm going to be so, so sore there come
Monday. I lean my head back into the pillow and relax my arms. I'm still not entirely comfortable with
this, but he's wooed me into it, denying me yesterday, teasing me today. I just need something from
him, and this is going to be it. I reach my hands up and grab onto the headboard.
The explosion, he whispers against my pussy, his breath alone causing me to gasp and buck my
hips. What if he's staring at it? Nobody's seen that, not even me. What the fuck am I thinking? But
then Beck's lips press gently against my folds and I collapse into the bed, spine going limp, muscles
turning to jelly. I groan so loud I'm sure the people in the next room can hear us. He starts out slow,
kissing me gently down there, pressing his mouth to my inner thighs, my knees, and then working his
way back until he lands on my clit. The fuckin' magic, he says, his words a physical force against
my body, his breath teasing me to the point of tears.
Fuck me, I whisper, trying not to sound like I'm begging for it. But I kind of am, so that's okay.
Just fuck me. Beck laughs, and I almost scream. It feels so good it's almost painful.
Not yet. I told you, you ain't gettin' out of here without tasting all the flavors, honey. More words,
more breath, followed by more kisses. I bite my lower lip so hard it bleeds. His warm tongue invades
me now, sliding up along the crease between my legs, finding my clit and moving gently over it, like a
feather.
Fuck, I moan, squeezing my hands even tighter around the wood spindles. Fuck, Beck. Stop. I
can't do this.
You can, and you will, he tells me in a deep rumble, flicking his tongue a little harder against my
clit. And you'll love every damn second of it. His finger finds my opening, pushing inside, giving
me a taste of what I want but stopping short of the real thing. It's maddening. I just want that feeling of
fullness, of completeness, of being joined with another human being for a perfect moment in time.
I want it, I growl at him, but he doesn't stop. He keeps kissing me, alternating hard flicks of his
tongue with the soft, gentle press of his lips. I want it now. Beck thrusts his finger inside of me
again, moving in a gentle rocking rhythm. Slowly, he inserts a second, taking away a bit of the
pressure but not enough. My spine feels tight, like it's curling from the buildup, twisting inside of me
until I want to thrash and scream. Beck, I whimper, dropping my hands down and tangling them in
his hair, pulling hard and trying to get him to come up to me.
The man doesn't budge.
Instead, he puts a third finger inside of me and sucks the hard bud of my clit gently into his mouth.
Ah, please stop, I whisper, my voice close to breaking. Please stop. Beck, please. He ignores
me, scraping his teeth gently along the most sensitive part on my fucking body. I do scream then,
bucking my hips hard and coming up against firm resistance. Beck won't let me move. I yank at his
hair and thrash, but I can't get him to budge. Beck, no! I scream as he continues to move his fingers
in and out, slowly but surely, his mouth sucking on my clit with a firm but gentle pressure. Beck!
This last one comes out in a screech and them I'm throwing my head back into the pillows and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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