Page 15 of Morning Wood

“Beck,” Bea cries out. “God, Beck, I can’t stop, I can’t stop.” Christ, she fucks her own hand while I hover over her, taking in this goddess. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, all the breath leaving her lungs as she comes again.

I swat her hand away, sliding down her body and prying her legs open. Flattening my tongue, I lick her up and down in frantic, feral strokes before spearing my tongue inside her entrance, scooping out more of her cream.

Bea winds her fingers in my hair, holding me still as she rubs her pussy against my lips and tongue. Her scream carves through the air as a fierce orgasm overwhelms her curvy body. I grip her thighs, pinning them down to the mattress as I drink down every last drop of her release.

I only stop when she goes completely limp. Looking up from between her legs, I see her head loll to the side as her chest heaves up and down. I crawl up her body, placing kisses on her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.

Collapsing beside her, I drape my Bea over my chest and hold her trembling body close. We’re both breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat as we cling to each other. I comb my fingers through her damp hair and place a kiss on top of her head.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I ask softly.

“I’m perfect,” she sighs contentedly as she snuggles up closer. At some point, I need to grab a washcloth and clean Bea up, but for now, I’m happy to hold her in my arms. She truly is perfect. I hope she’s starting to trust me with her heart the same way she trusts me with her body.

7

BEA

Istir awake, slowly opening my eyes and taking in the morning sun as it leaks through the curtains. Stretching out my deliciously sore muscles, I’m reminded of everything that happened last night.

"Morning, beautiful," comes Beck's muffled greeting. I open my eyes all the way and look over at Beck, who is face-down on a pillow. I laugh and snuggle up next to him, trying to wiggle my way under his arm to get to his face.

Beck suddenly flips over and starts tickling me, making me laugh and giggle as he rolls me on top of him. As soon as my laughter dies down, Beck leans up and kisses me, repositioning me on his lap so I’m straddling his naked body.

All too quickly, Beck pulls away from me, making me pout.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I know what you need,” he murmurs. Beck gives me one last kiss and then gets out of bed, still holding me as he makes his way to the bathroom.

As soon as he sets me down, Beck turns the water on in the massive, luxurious shower he had his contractor friend install a few days ago. Water pours out from a rainfall shower head, filling the room with steam.

"What are you thinking about?" Beck asks from behind, trailing his fingers up my back and kissing me between my shoulder blades.

“Just thinking about all the fun we’re going to have in this shower,” I answer cheekily.

Beck groans, the sound painful as he spins me around and takes my lips in a punishing kiss. He backs me into the wall, grinding his body against mine as he squeezes my ass and rocks my pussy into his thick, rock-hard erection.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he rasps, resting his forehead on mine.

Beck helps me into the shower and I close my eyes, letting the hot water trickle down my body and over my sensitive skin. Beck lets out a satisfied grunt as he steps inside.

I open my eyes and see him standing right in front of me, his normally blue eyes a stormy gray. His fingertips follow the streams of water as they pour over my shoulders, breasts, torso, hips, and finally my throbbing pussy. I moan as his knuckles barely graze my mound before continuing down my inner thighs.

Beck’s other hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a punishing kiss. I open up for him, needing to taste and touch and feel him everywhere. He tugs my hair, pulling my head back so he can deepen the kiss. Two fingers dip into my slit and start circling my little bundle of nerves in slow, steady strokes.

I grip his biceps, digging my nails in as one finger pushes into my entrance, then two. Beck thrusts his large digits in and out of me, slowly at first, and then faster, faster, faster, grinding his heel down on my clit all while devouring my lips.

Breaking the kiss, I bury my face in between his neck and shoulders as I cry out. I’m right there, so close to my much-needed release. He keeps pumping his fingers, twisting and curling them up to rub against my G-spot. Again, again, one more time…

Suddenly, his hand is gone. I nearly fall over at the loss of him, but I regain my composure and glare right at his stupidly handsome face. Beck just grins, which makes my pussy clench. God, this man. Frustrating, sweet, and sexy as hell.

“Not yet, baby. Patience.”

With that, he spins me around, my back to his front, and starts massaging me everywhere. His large, calloused hands squeeze my breasts and hips before moving around to my soft, round belly that I’ve always been a little self-conscious of. Beck has made it clear that he loves every inch of me.

His hands trail lower, once again teasing my pussy lips. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat, begging him to do something about the unbearable ache he’s created.

“Beck…” I moan, wiggling my hips in an attempt to get him to touch me where I need him most.

“Not yet,” he murmurs again, licking the shell of my ear before trailing kisses down my neck and shoulder.

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