Page 11 of Morning Wood

Beck spreads his hand out over my stomach, softly caressing my skin. That simple touch makes my pussy throb and my skin break out into goosebumps. I should be embarrassed about my nightmare waking Beck up, but God, I can’t think of anything else when his hands are on me, which I suppose is the point.

“Yes, please,” I whimper, already knowing I’m going to like whatever he does next.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so soft,” Beck murmurs as he pulls me closer to him. Every single inch of his body is rock hard, from the defined muscles on his chest and abs to his thick cock digging into my ass. It feels so good being pressed against him while he continues to explore my body with gentle yet scorching touches.

I arch my back when he cups my breast and glides his thumb against my pebbled nipples. Beck growls softly and grinds his erection against me. He kisses the back of my neck and then nips at the sensitive spot just below my ear. I can't help but whimper when he scrapes his teeth along the same spot like he wants to devour me. I want him to. I want him to take what I've never offered to anyone else. Maybe not tonight, but I've never even considered it with anyone else before.

He tugs at my shirt, managing to lift it up and over my head with little to no help from me. Next comes my bra, which goes flying somewhere across the room. Beck squeezes my breasts and pinches one nipple, then the other. He grunts something about perfect tits, but I hardly hear him over the overwhelming sensations he’s causing in me.

Beck slides his hand down my torso, his fingers dancing along the edge of my panties. The featherlight touch drives me crazy. He’s teasing me, making me squirm, making me want so much more. I’ve never been this needy, this desperate, this...wet. God, I’m so, so incredibly turned on right now. I always am around Beck, but right now I ache for him.

He slips just the tips of his fingers beneath the elastic waistband, making me gasp at the sudden rush of arousal shooting through me. Every nerve ending spikes with pleasure, causing more wetness to drip out of my throbbing pussy.

“This okay, beautiful?” Beck asks softly, his voice tinged with the same desperate need I feel.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”

He groans and wastes no time shoving my panties and leggings down my thighs. I wiggle and help him remove them completely as needy little whimpers fall from my lips, my desire growing each second his fingers aren’t inside me.

Once I’m completely naked, Beck runs his hand across my bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Finally, fucking finally, he dips one finger into my slit and strokes me. I cry out when he circles my clit with his calloused fingers. My cunt throbs and clenches up, and I swear I’m already right at the edge of total bliss.

“Jesus, Bea. So fucking wet,” he grunts, circling my opening with the pad of his finger. I buck my hips and grind down on his hand, unable to control my movements. Beck teases my pulsing little hole, not quite entering me. How does that feel so good?

He runs his fingers up and down my slit, gathering up my juices and rubbing my clit until I’m moaning uncontrollably. I’m right there, so close I’m shaking. So close I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath. So close I reach my arm behind me and fist his hair, needing something to hold onto.

And then his hand is gone. I gasp and grunt in frustration, my orgasm clawing its way to the surface but unable to break free. The pressure in my lower belly is almost painful with my pent-up release.

Beck just chuckles and slides his hand down my thigh, lifting my top leg and guiding it to rest over his. This way, I’m opened up for him, giving him more access.

“That’s it, baby, goddamn, you need to come, don’t you?”

“So bad,” I respond, my voice nothing but a breathy whimper.

Beck slowly eases his finger into my entrance, just that little bit stretching me deliciously. I clench around him, coating his hand in my juices as he starts to fingerfuck me in a steady rhythm. He grinds the palm of his hand down on my little bundle of nerves, keeping me right on the edge, the pure bliss amplified by the slight sting of being stretched. God, what’s it going to feel like when he fucks me for real? The thought has me thrusting my hips forward, trying to get him deeper.

There’s an intense pressure building low in my belly, throbbing outward with each steady stroke. I tighten my grip on his hair, pulling him toward me, letting him know I’m here with him and want this so, so bad.

He groans and sinks his teeth into my exposed shoulder, just enough to sting and cause a jolt of lighting to flash through my body. I feel it echoing in each cell, electrifying every inch of me, inside and out.

Beck adds a second finger, making me cry out with overwhelming pleasure. When he curls his fingers up, hitting that super-sensitive spot again, my entire body spasms, sending more electricity flowing through my veins.

“Beck,” I moan. “Beck, fuck…”

Every muscle draws up tight as my joints lock, preparing for the onslaught of my release.

I inhale sharply, holding my breath as the world shrinks down to this room, this moment, this feeling as it rattles my bones. My orgasm tears through my body, pleasure cracking me open and vibrating through me. I moan as I pulse and thrash and claw at Beck’s scalp, digging my fingers into his skin to anchor myself.

He doesn’t stop, not for a second. My orgasm continues to devastate me, to the point I see black dots clouding my vision. I gasp for air, nearly coming again as oxygen fills my lungs. With a final, shuddering breath, the last of my release drains from me, leaving me dizzy with ecstasy.

“Holy shit,” I barely manage to whisper as I gulp down air. I’m still trembling, my muscles feeling weak and worn out from how hard I came.

Beck groans, his fingers still buried deep inside my cunt. Slowly, so slowly, he removes them, a sudden rush of liquid pouring down my thighs. He makes some low, guttural noise, and I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. He sucks on his digits, tasting my cream as he stares down into my soul, those blue eyes burning with desire.

“Delicious,” he grunts, licking his fingers clean. He kisses me, long, slow, and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

When we break apart, Beck turns me on my side once more and cradles me in his warm, comforting embrace. I’ve never felt safer or more taken care of in my whole life.

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