Page 55 of Beau

Her heart pounded against her ribs, her breathing growing more erratic with every brush of his lips or touch of his hands.

Beau parted her folds and dragged a finger across her clit.

Aurelie sucked in a breath and held it, willing him to do that again.

That finger moved lower, pausing at her entrance for a moment before dipping into the slick channel.

She tipped her head back, expelling the pent-up breath only to suck another quick breath in and hold it.

As Beau’s finger swirled inside her, he touched his tongue to her clit, flicking it gently once...twice.

Then, matching the rhythm of his finger inside her, he swirled his tongue around and around that nubbin of flesh and highly excited nerves, stroking, teasing and coaxing her up to the very edge of the earth. Teetering on the edge, all it took was one more flick of his tongue and she exploded in a kaleidoscope of sensations that rippled like a million bolts of lightning ricocheting throughout her body.

Aurelie clutched his head between her hands, her finger digging into his hair, holding him there, milking her orgasm to the very last shiver of her release.

When she fell back to earth, she collapsed against the sheets, spent, yet still...incomplete.

After several deep breaths, she tugged on his hair. “Please,” she begged. “I want you. Inside me.”

He rose up over her, lifted her legs onto the bed and climbed in beside her.

His lips met hers, tasting of her sex. Then he reached for the condom, tore it open with his teeth and pulled it from the package.

When he leaned up on one hand to apply the protection, Aurelie took it from his hand.

“Let me,” she said and gently pushed him over until he lay on his back, his cock hard, straight and ready for her.

Knowing she’d brought him to that state, gave her a feeling of power. Sitting up beside him, she fondled his balls and then wrapped her hand around his length, smoothing her fingers up and down the velvety soft skin, encasing his hard shaft.

She pumped her hand up and down several times until Beau caught her wrist in. “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.” He released her wrist.

Her lips curled on the corners as she slid her fingers down his cock and cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers.

Beau groaned.

Aurelie chuckled and applied the condom, rolling it down over his cock. Then she straddled him and lowered herself over him. The few men she’d had sex with always wanted to be on top. She liked being in control.

Once Beau positioned his shaft at her entrance, Aurelie sank lower, taking him inside her channel, easing onto his length and girth. When she was fully seated, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a brief kiss. Slowly, she moved up and down, loving the feeling of him inside her, filling her completely.

Beau’s hands gripped her ass, increasing the speed. After a minute or two of her rocking his cock, his fingers dug into her flesh, and he lifted her off of him.

“Hey,” she said. “I wasn’t finished.”

He flipped her onto her back and leaned over her. “Good, neither am I.”

Beau slipped between her legs and touched the tip of his cock to her sex. “I need to move. To thrust deep inside you. Hard. Fast. Now.” He draped her knees over his arms, gripped her thighs and drove into her just as he’d said...hard and fast. He pulled almost all the way out, then thrust again and again, moving faster each time until he rocked the bedframe, making it bang against the wall.

Her fingers dug into his tight ass, urging him to keep going, the tension rising like a tide within until it threatened to lift her and toss her to the heavens. Just when she thought it could not be any more intense, she exploded in an orgasm that shook her to her very core.

Aurelie gripped Beau’s arms and held on as he thrust one last time, going deep, remaining buried inside her, his cock pulsing his release.

As she sank into the sheets, Beau lowered himself on top of her, his naked body warm against her heated flesh.

She didn’t care that his weight made it difficult for her to catch her breath. She doubted she could draw air into her lungs even without him pressing against her. Their lovemaking had stolen her breath away. She could die in that moment convinced she’d had the best sex ever. There would be nothing to match it.

Unless, of course, they did it again. Her slowing pulse quickened.

Beau rolled to the side and took her with him, pulling her into his arm.