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“I practiced,” I admitted. “I wanted to be able to say it.”

He leaned in for a soft kiss, grazing my lips before diving deeper. When he pressed his tongue against the seam of my lips, I opened, inviting him in. That first slide of our tongues sent sparks down my spine like it always did. We’d kissed so many times by now, but I’d still not gotten used to it. Kissing him was so special, so erotic, so…perfect.

He gently pushed me back, and I let him. I ended up on my back on the couch with him stretched out on top of me, his body covering mine. What an amazing sensation. It felt good physically, but it also did something to me inside. It made me feel…protected. Safe. Wanted.

Somehow, I had expected things to move quickly now, for Jarek to go straight for the goal, so to speak, and…prep me? Oh yes, I’d done my research there too, and I knew what was involved. It had sounded a little embarrassing, to be honest, but it had felt amazing when Jarek had played with my ass, so therewas that. Besides, if it were truly that awful, no one would do it, so surely, the benefits outweighed the downsides.

But Jarek kept kissing me unhurriedly, roaming my mouth without a care in the world, as if he wanted to map every inch, every hidden corner. As if he wanted to drink me in, and boy, did I recognize that feeling. I was addicted to him. To his kisses, to the way he smiled at me, to his kindness, and how he looked at me as if I was the most important person in the world.

How had his ex thrown all of that away? How had he not recognized how truly special this man was? I would never understand it, but I was grateful in a way because otherwise, I would’ve never met Jarek.

Jarek tugged on my shirt, and I obediently lifted my arms so he could wrestle it off—not an easy feat when he was on top of me, but he managed. His own shirt followed, and as always, I let out a happy sound when our naked chests touched. I loved that feeling of bare skin against bare skin.

We kept kissing and touching, me roaming the planes of his back with my hands, even daring to venture lower and massage his ass. He loved that, judging by the low, growly sounds he made. Well, so did I, so I kept going, boldly slipping my hands under the waistband of the loose sweat shorts he was wearing.

His ass was round and hairy, and he had enough flesh there that I could squeeze it. Or put a hand on each cheek and massage them. The only downside was that I couldn’t see them, but that was only a minor thing.

“Mmm, that feels so good, baby, your hands on my ass,” he rumbled, and inside me, a sun lit up. I loved making him feel good.

He somehow managed to drag off our shorts as well, though it required some gymnastics that had both of us giggling. All that separated us now was our underwear, and with a boldness thatwas as shocking to me as it seemed to be to Jarek, I tugged on his briefs until his ass was exposed.

“Are you eager, sweet thing?” he asked with a laugh.

“I like feeling your skin against mine.”

“Mmm, so do I, baby.”

He wriggled out of them, rubbing against me in the process, and my eyes crossed.

Impatient when his attempts to take off my tight boxer briefs didn’t work, I pulled them down myself, shimmying out of them until we were both naked on the couch, plastered against each other.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Jarek said, his eyes darkening as he took me in. “Your body is perfect, darling. Breathtaking.”

“Thank you. I-I love your body too. It’s…” I swallowed. I could do this. I wanted to do this. “It’s soft in all the right places and so…so masculine.”

He had to know saying things like that was hard for me, and my reward was another one of those deep kisses that had my head spin. “We should move to the bedroom,” he said softly. “It’ll make things a little easier because we’ll have more room.”

As if to underscore his words, he shifted and lost his balance, almost tumbling off the couch. I grabbed him at the last second and pulled him back. We both laughed. “You were saying?” I teased.

“Bedroom. Before one of us breaks something.”

I snorted. “It would suck if we had to abort this mission because you broke an ankle.”

“Don’t tempt fate. I’m not exactly the most coordinated person on the planet.”

“No worries. I’ll catch you if you fall.” Was it stupid of me to be happy that, at least in this, I was the stronger one? The betterone? I often felt so imperfect with all my issues compared to Jarek.

Getting up while I was butt naked and he was watching should’ve been hard, but the man looked at me with such adoration and almost admiration that it was impossible to feel insecure. A little self-conscious, maybe, but not ashamed.

He walked in front of me, and I absolutely used the opportunity to watch his ass. It had a little jiggle when he moved, and it was mesmerizing. For the first time, I understood the urge to slap someone’s butt. If it wobbled so perfectly, it would be so satisfying and arousing to see.

Another time. I couldn’t allow myself to get distracted from the mission.

Once in the bedroom, he gestured for me to lie on my back on the bed, and then he put a pillow under my hips, raising them. “It’ll be easier for access and create a better angle.”

I nodded, trusting him to know what he was doing.

He grabbed lubricant from his bedside drawer, then put a condom on the bed. Nash had preached about the necessity for safe sex, but it looked like I wouldn’t even have to bring that up.




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