If I didn’t get some control, this would be over before it even started, and no way in hell would I be one of those guys who shot his load before things really got started. But having Lenora here made it almost impossible to rein in that control.
Almost.
Burying my face in her neck, I inhaled deeply, getting intoxicated from the way she smelled. God. So good.
“Take me, Beckham. Take me now,” she whispered.
And then we were on the bed, Lenora’s back to the mattress, my body covering hers. It felt right, perfect. Before I could comprehend what she was doing, Lenora had her top lifted and pulled over her head. And then I was staring at her breasts. The fact that she was braless had my entire body tightening. My dick jerked fiercely, and I felt my balls draw up tight. I could have come from the sight of her.
“Christ, baby.” I found myself lowering my head and resting it on her chest, feeling how warm she was, smelling the clean sweat that started to cover her skin, because she was getting so worked up for me.
She smelled good, clean like lemons and soap, crisp like the fucking winter air when the wind picked up. It turned me on even more, pre-cum lining the tip of my cock. God, I was going to fill her up so much my seed would slip out of her. I’d rub it into her skin, marking her, making her smell like me.
I wanted to be so deep inside Lenora there was no doubt in her mind that she was mine.
“Beckham,” she groaned as if she were in desperate need of only what I could give her. I immediately started undoing the button of my jeans then pulled the zipper down. I forced myself to stop as I looked at her. “You’re sure about this, baby?”
She nodded right away, and I bit my tongue to hold off the sound of need that would have come from me.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’ve always wanted this.” She worked off her bottoms and panties, and I shifted on the bed to finish getting undressed. Then we were both naked, my gaze roaming over her perfect body. She was thick and curvy in all the right places. I was frozen in place as I stared at the creamy, perfect flesh that covered her from head to toe, as I memorized every part of her. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined she’d be so fucking incredible.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I said in the must guttural voice I ever heard come from me. And when she did what I wanted, I felt my mouth water. She was so pink, so wet. The thatch of hair that covered the top of her pretty pussy was trimmed, a deep shade blonde. God… her fucking clit was slightly engorged, ready for me to suck on.
She was like that because of me. All because of me.
I lifted my gaze over her slightly rounded belly, along the indentation of her navel, and stopped when I got to her big, handful-sized breasts. Her nipples were a deep pink, hard, my mouth watering even more for a taste of her.
“I need you,” she whispered.
My body burned alive at hearing her say that.
Christ.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I said truthfully.
“I need you now,” she repeated with more desperation in her tone.
My throat tightened, my desire ready to burn me alive. I groaned. “I should go slow. We should take our time.”
She shook her head. “We’ve done enough of that to last a lifetime.”
This woman was my everything, and hearing her say that had this primal need filling me. I wanted this moment to be special for her. But as I stared at her face, I knew that because we were together, it was already so fucking special. I could have easily lost control the moment I kissed her, but I was reining it in. I was trying to go slow for her.
All I could think about was unleashing the passion I’d had for Lenora all these years in the most physical of senses.
And as I stared into her eyes, I knew she was right here with me, wanting that too.
Chapter Eleven
Lenora
“God, I’ve never seen anyone or anything as beautiful as you. I never will,” Beckham groaned out, his voice deep, slightly gruff.
I shouldn’t have checked him out the way I was, so obscene and lewd-like, but there was no helping it. He was all hard muscles and golden skin.
Beckham was rough around the edges, yet smooth enough he could have been called a pretty boy. He was in shape without obsessively trying to be.
And as I let my gaze lower to what he sported down below... all I could do was swallow in appreciation.
He had a massive erection, thick and long, huge and big enough I felt my throat tighten. The crown of his cock was slightly wider than the shaft, and my inner muscles clenched as I imagined him trying to push all of those monstrous inches into my virgin body.
I swallowed hard, this sudden lump in my throat.
“You can’t stare at me that way, baby.”
I lifted my gaze from his cock and knew my eyes must be wide as saucers.
“Because I’m liable to come just from the fact that you’re looking at my dick.” His voice was even more guttural now.
“I’m so wet for you,” I whispered.
“God, Lenora,” he said in this strained whisper. And as I watched him grab his cock, his hand large but not dwarfing it in the slightest, I felt my heart beat even harder.
Every part of me felt hot, with emotions and sensations crashing through me.
And the way he looked at me was like a man dying to have more.
And I was that more.
“I want you so fucking badly, Lenora.” Hearing him say that sent fire through my veins.
I lifted my hands and ran them up his arms, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. I was wet, so soaked it felt slippery between my thighs.
And it was all for Beckham. It had always been for him.
He made this low sound deep in his chest, all feral and crazed.
Then his big body covered mine. He had his hands on my chest, his mouth on mine. The way he kissed me had all common sense and rationalization leaving me violently. My legs were spread so damn wide for him, and I felt his cock right on my pussy. He was hot and hard, like velvet over steel.
“I can feel how wet you are for me,” he said breathlessly. He licked my bottom lip, and I couldn’t hold in the groan that spilled from me. Beckham moved his mouth over my jaw and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear, running his tongue along my flesh, and gently biting me until my entire body tightened. It felt so good.
He felt so good.
“I’m burning up for you.” I couldn’t even breathe, let alone think straight. “I need you.”
He started pressing his cock against my pussy over and over again, long seconds passing.
My hands were shaking, my passion so potent it was like another person inside me.
Beckham lowered his gaze to my breasts, and I wondered if he took notice at how hard my nipples had become, as if begging for his mouth.
Without saying anything, he leaned forward, his upper body pressing me farther back on the bed. And when I felt his tongue on one of my nipples, I closed my eyes and bit my lip as ecstasy coursed through me.
I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat. I gathered the sheets in my hands, pulled at them, feeling everything in me come alive even more as he alternated between each breast, sucking and licking at the turgid peaks until I shook from how good it all felt.
He moved his mouth over my breasts then lower to my ribs. He continued a downward path to my navel, running his tongue along the indentation, his hands on my waist holding me down, keeping me still. And still, he went lower, over my hipbones, licking, kissing, nipping.