Sweet Little Lies
Page 26
“Oh God, again! It’s coming again,” she shook and trembled and her ass bounced against me, the soft skin jiggling from the wild movements. Her cries of pleasure grew. I was there and nothing on earth could stop me. My hands clasped her waist so hard I knew she’d have marks.
“BEULAH!” I roared as I spilled into her. My release pumped relentlessly as she kept slapping against me panting.
“UUUUUHHHHH!!!! A. . A . . . AGAIN,” she said as she stilled with her ass pressed tightly against me. Her body was shaking violently. My seed was so deep inside her, marking her. The beauty of the moment was more than I could have imagined.
Her head collapsed on the bed and she let out a long sigh. “Sweet Jesus,” her voice was hoarse now.
I eased my grip on her hips. Then picked her up and moved her until she was lying on the bed. I’d never gone without protection with a woman. Ever. It was something I prided myself on. I had a case of condoms in my bedroom. But not once had I considered using them with her. Not last night. Not this morning. And not when I was pouring into her. I couldn’t even muster regret.
Instead, I opened her legs and she blinked. She gazed up at me before she willingly let her legs fall open. The inner beast inside me touched her with one finger and I fucking memorized the way my semen looked leaking from her. Wet on her thighs. That was me on her skin.
“I should apologize. But I can’t,” I told her honestly.
“I’d be disappointed if you did.”
Unable to take my eyes from the proof of our pleasure, I ran a finger over the wetness now trickling down to her bottom. She shivered. “Ah.”
“I’ll be more careful from now on. I swear,” I told her.
She leaned up on her elbows. Her breasts now catching my attention. “I’d rather get on birth control. I like the way this feels. Just feeling the warmth inside me made my orgasm so intense. I want that again.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yeah, well, you need to get on that ASAP. All I want to do is sink inside you, Beulah. It’s starting to scare the hell out of me.”
She sat up, her legs still open to me. “You make me want to do things,” she paused and smiled. “Bad things. Good things. All of it.”
I closed her legs then. If I didn’t, I’d end up between them again. And I didn’t care what she said. After that last bout, she had to be bruised. Reaching for her, I pulled her into my lap, kissed her temple, then held her against me.
“Today, let’s stay here. In this apartment. Alone,” I suggested.
She snuggled against me. “Okay. Are we going to have more sex?” The hopeful sound in her voice made me chuckle.
“I tell you what. We’ll go eat breakfast. After, we’ll take a shower and I’ll kiss between your legs until you come on my face. I don’t care what you say, you’ve got to be sore now.”
She ran a hand up my chest. “Oh, I’m sore. Raw even. Maybe a little bruised. But the idea of you doing it again while I’m so tender, making my eyes water from the pain, it seems erotic.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled as my fucking dick twitched back to life under her bottom.
“Beulah. We’re going to fuck each other to death.”
She kissed my chin and replied, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Beulah
THE SMELL OF BREAD FILLED the kitchen as I opened the oven to take out the loaf I’d made to go with our simple fettuccini alfredo dinner. Other than eggs and fruit for breakfast, a shared sub sandwich for lunch that he’d fed me part of, we’d eaten nothing else.
I had learned today that sexual activity was as exhausting as it was pleasurable. My body felt as if I’d just ran a marathon and it still hummed from our activities. I knew if he came in here and pulled up the T-shirt I was wearing I’d gladly bend over and let him have me again. He kept saying he was addicted to me but I feared it was the other way around.
While he was returning a work phone call as I finished my dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about how his mouth had felt between my legs. The way his tongue had sucked and flicked my clit until I’d gone wild. It tingled as I thought about it. I was excited again and could feel my inner thighs dampening. I’d decided panties were pointless and all I was wearing was one of Stone’s T-shirts.
Slicing the bread, I wondered if something was wrong with me. Was it normal for a woman to be so sex crazed? I hadn’t been this way with Jasper. It had been sweet and I had enjoyed it but . . . our lovemaking was never like this. When Stone touched me, I felt like an open electric socket. Everything was so powerful and some dark part of me desired things I never thought I’d want.
Did Stone bring this out in all women? Was his talent at sex what was causing this? Had that been why Presley was so insane when it came to him? That thought put a damper on my mood.
I’d been so wrapped up in it all that I had forgotten he’d been with a lot of women. I was one in a long line. He was definitely the best I’d ever had but I had very limited experience. Although I knew what was happening with him was rare. It was rare for me. Maybe it was normal for him.
I stopped slicing the bread and looked at the wall across from me. I sighed as my mood plummeted. Was I so naïve that I had missed all that? Was my craving for how he made me feel hindering common sense? Reality?
He hadn’t said he loved me. Not really. He said “he knew he would love me.” At that instant, I knew I was in love with him. Everything clicked into place. It all made perfect sense. My denial vanished and I accepted the truth. I let go of my guilt and embraced loving Stone. But he had never said that he loved me.
I had cried out that I loved him more than once right before my world was lit up again and again and I spiraled into bliss. But he’d never repeated it back.
“Smells good,” his voice broke into my thoughts and I turned my head to look at him. I wanted to see if the unspoken words were there in his eyes. Something to reassure me I wasn’t being careless with my heart. I’d let him come inside me. I had even reveled in how it felt to be filled with his seed. But now . . . had I been impulsive, reckless?
“What’s wrong?” his concern was immediate and he took long, quick strides until he was beside me. He turned me around to face him. His hands caged me in against the counter, and his eyes that I’d once thought were cold and void of emotion showed so much. “You’re upset. Why?”
I could hide the truth, but lies and hiding had already hurt too many people in my life. I wasn’t going to add to it. “I was just . . . I was thinking about us. How it feels. How . . . how it’s unlike anything I’ve known. It seems unreal. Like a fantasy. But I-I don’t have much experience. This may be normal . . . for you.”
I wanted to ask him if he loved me. But the words wouldn’t come out.
He lifted one eyebrow. “Normal?” he repeated as if he couldn’t believe I’d asked that. I simply nodded.
A naughty smirk lifted the corner of his lips. “I told you I was addicted to you. I can’t leave this apartment because if I’m not inside you my damn dick is hard and waiting until it can be again. Nothing about this is normal. It’s the most magnificent, spectacular experience of my life.” I could see the teasing gleam in his eyes. He meant what he was saying but he was also teasing me for asking.
“Do you love me?” I blurted out the words. I had to ask him. Even if the answer was no, I had to know.
“BEULAH!” I roared as I spilled into her. My release pumped relentlessly as she kept slapping against me panting.
“UUUUUHHHHH!!!! A. . A . . . AGAIN,” she said as she stilled with her ass pressed tightly against me. Her body was shaking violently. My seed was so deep inside her, marking her. The beauty of the moment was more than I could have imagined.
Her head collapsed on the bed and she let out a long sigh. “Sweet Jesus,” her voice was hoarse now.
I eased my grip on her hips. Then picked her up and moved her until she was lying on the bed. I’d never gone without protection with a woman. Ever. It was something I prided myself on. I had a case of condoms in my bedroom. But not once had I considered using them with her. Not last night. Not this morning. And not when I was pouring into her. I couldn’t even muster regret.
Instead, I opened her legs and she blinked. She gazed up at me before she willingly let her legs fall open. The inner beast inside me touched her with one finger and I fucking memorized the way my semen looked leaking from her. Wet on her thighs. That was me on her skin.
“I should apologize. But I can’t,” I told her honestly.
“I’d be disappointed if you did.”
Unable to take my eyes from the proof of our pleasure, I ran a finger over the wetness now trickling down to her bottom. She shivered. “Ah.”
“I’ll be more careful from now on. I swear,” I told her.
She leaned up on her elbows. Her breasts now catching my attention. “I’d rather get on birth control. I like the way this feels. Just feeling the warmth inside me made my orgasm so intense. I want that again.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yeah, well, you need to get on that ASAP. All I want to do is sink inside you, Beulah. It’s starting to scare the hell out of me.”
She sat up, her legs still open to me. “You make me want to do things,” she paused and smiled. “Bad things. Good things. All of it.”
I closed her legs then. If I didn’t, I’d end up between them again. And I didn’t care what she said. After that last bout, she had to be bruised. Reaching for her, I pulled her into my lap, kissed her temple, then held her against me.
“Today, let’s stay here. In this apartment. Alone,” I suggested.
She snuggled against me. “Okay. Are we going to have more sex?” The hopeful sound in her voice made me chuckle.
“I tell you what. We’ll go eat breakfast. After, we’ll take a shower and I’ll kiss between your legs until you come on my face. I don’t care what you say, you’ve got to be sore now.”
She ran a hand up my chest. “Oh, I’m sore. Raw even. Maybe a little bruised. But the idea of you doing it again while I’m so tender, making my eyes water from the pain, it seems erotic.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled as my fucking dick twitched back to life under her bottom.
“Beulah. We’re going to fuck each other to death.”
She kissed my chin and replied, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Beulah
THE SMELL OF BREAD FILLED the kitchen as I opened the oven to take out the loaf I’d made to go with our simple fettuccini alfredo dinner. Other than eggs and fruit for breakfast, a shared sub sandwich for lunch that he’d fed me part of, we’d eaten nothing else.
I had learned today that sexual activity was as exhausting as it was pleasurable. My body felt as if I’d just ran a marathon and it still hummed from our activities. I knew if he came in here and pulled up the T-shirt I was wearing I’d gladly bend over and let him have me again. He kept saying he was addicted to me but I feared it was the other way around.
While he was returning a work phone call as I finished my dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about how his mouth had felt between my legs. The way his tongue had sucked and flicked my clit until I’d gone wild. It tingled as I thought about it. I was excited again and could feel my inner thighs dampening. I’d decided panties were pointless and all I was wearing was one of Stone’s T-shirts.
Slicing the bread, I wondered if something was wrong with me. Was it normal for a woman to be so sex crazed? I hadn’t been this way with Jasper. It had been sweet and I had enjoyed it but . . . our lovemaking was never like this. When Stone touched me, I felt like an open electric socket. Everything was so powerful and some dark part of me desired things I never thought I’d want.
Did Stone bring this out in all women? Was his talent at sex what was causing this? Had that been why Presley was so insane when it came to him? That thought put a damper on my mood.
I’d been so wrapped up in it all that I had forgotten he’d been with a lot of women. I was one in a long line. He was definitely the best I’d ever had but I had very limited experience. Although I knew what was happening with him was rare. It was rare for me. Maybe it was normal for him.
I stopped slicing the bread and looked at the wall across from me. I sighed as my mood plummeted. Was I so naïve that I had missed all that? Was my craving for how he made me feel hindering common sense? Reality?
He hadn’t said he loved me. Not really. He said “he knew he would love me.” At that instant, I knew I was in love with him. Everything clicked into place. It all made perfect sense. My denial vanished and I accepted the truth. I let go of my guilt and embraced loving Stone. But he had never said that he loved me.
I had cried out that I loved him more than once right before my world was lit up again and again and I spiraled into bliss. But he’d never repeated it back.
“Smells good,” his voice broke into my thoughts and I turned my head to look at him. I wanted to see if the unspoken words were there in his eyes. Something to reassure me I wasn’t being careless with my heart. I’d let him come inside me. I had even reveled in how it felt to be filled with his seed. But now . . . had I been impulsive, reckless?
“What’s wrong?” his concern was immediate and he took long, quick strides until he was beside me. He turned me around to face him. His hands caged me in against the counter, and his eyes that I’d once thought were cold and void of emotion showed so much. “You’re upset. Why?”
I could hide the truth, but lies and hiding had already hurt too many people in my life. I wasn’t going to add to it. “I was just . . . I was thinking about us. How it feels. How . . . how it’s unlike anything I’ve known. It seems unreal. Like a fantasy. But I-I don’t have much experience. This may be normal . . . for you.”
I wanted to ask him if he loved me. But the words wouldn’t come out.
He lifted one eyebrow. “Normal?” he repeated as if he couldn’t believe I’d asked that. I simply nodded.
A naughty smirk lifted the corner of his lips. “I told you I was addicted to you. I can’t leave this apartment because if I’m not inside you my damn dick is hard and waiting until it can be again. Nothing about this is normal. It’s the most magnificent, spectacular experience of my life.” I could see the teasing gleam in his eyes. He meant what he was saying but he was also teasing me for asking.
“Do you love me?” I blurted out the words. I had to ask him. Even if the answer was no, I had to know.
