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“Baby,” he groans in my ear, his fingertips playing at my thigh. “Just because I told you-”

“Sshh,” I solidify my interruption by inching his hand higher up the inside of my skirt. “Touch me, Jefferson.”

“Here? Now?” His manners are losing fast to his manliness. The gallant growl as he presses his erection into my ass tells me as much.

“Yes,” I turn my head an inch and place an open-mouth kiss on his neck. “Here. Now. In the dark, our secret, just us. Touch me.”

I remove my hand, trusting him to find his way and grab the rail in front of me with both hands. My skin sizzles beneath his fingertips, slinking up to tease the edge of my panties. A bolt of unfamiliar exhilaration wracks my body.

“I’ve got you, baby girl. Relax,” he murmurs, voice as deep and torturously strained as I’ve ever heard it. “Relax with it Bellamy, no tensing, don’t fight it.”

I take a deep breath and he waits, so attuned to me, even amongst the fanfare around us, and times his invasion with my exhale. As I slowly breathe out, his fingers slide inside my panties, now tenderly touching my bare flesh.

“Fuck,” he drawls in rich desire, sexiest sound ever, his free hand finding skin just under my shirt and pulling me back to him once again. No space allowed, not an inch. “Tell me no one’s been here. No one but me.” Oh, territorial growl is sexy too, a definite contender.

“You already know,” I roll my hips, encouraging him to end the maddening prelude.

“Want to hear it again, Bellamy?”

“No one. Only you, Jefferson.”

“Goddamn right. That’s what I want to hear,mine.” His primitive grumble bolsters my lustful frenzy and I whimper. “Sshh,” he soothes, two fingers spreading me apart and gradually rubbing up and down through my wetness. “My baby, so hot and slick for me. Tell me what you need.”

Why is he demanding the novice do so much talking? I was counting onhimrunning the show.

“Oh, you bet your fine ass I’m running the show,” his faint laugh tickles my neck, and my cheeks go up in flames—thank God it’s dark in here—when I realize I must’ve spoken my thoughts aloud. “And I like hearing you talk dirty for me. That’s part ofmyshow, your sweet little mouth begging, only for me. A whole other, naughty side of you that only I will ever know about. Now, tell me what you want.”

“I, I don’t know. Just,more, Jefferson. Please.”

“Hold on, angel. If it’s more you want, more I can gladly do.” His thumb covers my clit, enhancing the throb there, and our breathing collides—my mewl to his sharp hiss of air sucked in past clenched teeth—as he eases a finger inside me. It’s a foreign, forbidden sensation that probably isn’t a big deal to most, but to me, it’s an instant, eternal connection I will only ever share with him.

“Okay?” he asks, his tongue laving up my neck.

“Yeah,” I answer huskily, more mentally stimulated than physically.

Again, he amazes me by how in tune with me he always is, syncing us to a dulcet harmony. “We can do better than that. Deep breath, take one.”

I do and shudder from the small nip of pain of an added finger, followed by euphoric fuzziness and his endearing, in the most beautifully vulgar of ways, words licked, sucked and grumbled in my ear and up and down my neck. “Bellamy, love, open your eyes. Watch the stars above us, feel the beat and listen to my voice. Trust me to take you soaring.”

I stare up at all the tiny twinkles above me, and turn fluid, surrendering to him, hearing him growl in approval. His fingers begin to move in and out of me, slowly at first, then gaining speed. And his thumb,oh his thumb, rubs circles and flicks my engorged clit ‘til everything blurs into one unbelievable movement, coordinated for my pleasure.

“That’s it,” he praises in my ear, “ride my hand, baby. Rock those sexy hips and show me just how you like it. You want rough?” He scrapes his thumbnail over my clit then presses down hard, while driving his fingers in and out of me. “Or soft?” He slowly massages with his thumb now, keeping his fingers inside me to softly rub my inner walls…and some mystical spot, that if he happens upon it again, I may just fly right over this rail. “Trying to read you, baby, but it’s kinda loud and dark in here and you’ve been wet and squirming since I started. Since you let me feel inside you. So, I need the words. What’s my Bellamyreallylike? Hmm?”

He’s such a sexy, white liar. He knows exactly what I want, playing my body like his favorite instrument. Giving me the rough until I’m about to fall over an edge of unknown, then slowing and giving me the gentle while murmuring pure decadence in my ear.

He’s just trying to get what he wants—my voice. Words. Crazed dirty mouth.

I’m gonna give it to him, but only because I can’t stand it anymore. There’s an ache deep inside me that promises pleasure beyond anything imaginable if only set free.

“Both, babe,” I grab his chin and thrust my tongue past his lips and teeth, kissing him with a ferocity that probably surprises him too. I can’t stop, stroking his tongue, moaning into his mouth as I grind down on his hand. I break away, gulping in air, and find his eyes in the dark, zeroed in on mine. “Both,now, and don’t stop. Take me there this time, Jefferson. Make your woman come for you.”

That did it…his animalistic roar is muffled by my mouth, him melding his to mine again, and it takes only seconds of his mastery before I feel what I can only guess is the crescendo of a life-changing tsunami of ecstasy building.

He never stops kissing me as his fingers and thumb move in perfect tandem to spark a thrilling prickle of desire that starts at my toes and shoots up my legs. And,oh my God, everything between those legs explodes in a burst of violent peace—calm and chaotic, relaxing and invigorating—wonderful and…fucking wonderful.

AndnowI see what the world turns for, and why people let so much of their lives revolve around sex.

When I have enough breath recollected, I glance at him, feeling my eyelids droop, but still try to smile. “That was-”

“The sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen or felt in my life. You’re amazing, Bellamy.” He kisses me and pushes my hair out of my face. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous when you come. I can’t wait to make you do it again. And again.”

“I am more than on board with that plan,” I agree, not so much sexily as half-asleep.

I barely register him laughing as he takes care of me, somehow moving the heap of sated and sleepy that is my body onto his lap as he retakes his chair. I cuddle up against him, arms around his waist and face in his neck.

Don’t know what the hell Sam Hunt’s doing, but—Bellamy out! Drop mic.

 

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