Page 60 of Solitude

I drop down onto my back. My hands clutch at the comforter as Beck stares at me then he pushes his finger insideme again, slow and steady, and my chest rises on an inhale I can’t release just yet.

My hips wriggle. His finger pumps in and out of me still, and I loosen to the intrusion as he maintains his rhythm. It’s not until he drops my other thigh and slides his large hand across my belly, pushing slightly, do I let out the breath I’ve been holding onto. I plant my heels on the bed and thread a hand through Beck’s hair again, tugging the dark strands.

“What do you want?”

I lift my head and flick my eyes down to where he’s knuckle-deep inside of me right now like it should be obvious.

He lifts a brow and pulls his finger all the way out, slides it through my folds then rubs my clit slowly. “What are you asking for, Winnie?”

“Don’t stop,” I whine, pushing my hips toward him while tugging his hair again. “I need more.”

“More what?”

“Just more!” I snap, brow furrowing.

Beck blows warm air onto my sensitive pussy, and I feel myself involuntarily clenching around nothing. I let out a frustrated groan, and he snaps his fingers to get my attention.

“Say it.” His eyes are intense, dark and hooded, and his voice has an edge to it. It’s the first time it occurs to me that maybe Beck needs more as much as I do. He’s just waiting for me to ask for it. “I want to hear you say it.”

Swallowing, I lick my lips.

He keeps going. His thumb replaces his finger over my clit, and I gasp at the pressure. “I want to hear you beg for my mouth on you. I want to hear you beg for my fingers in your hot pussy. I want to hear the way you sound, all soft and sweet, begging me for more, harder, faster. Iwantit.”

“Please,” I start, unable to break eye contact with him. His vulgar words turn me on. Seeing his mouth form such dirty words makes me think of all the sleepy, tired eyes and soft smiles he’s given me. The stark contrast between the Beck I’ve been exposed to until…now.

He nods, like an eager puppy, and I’d be remiss to deny him.

“Please put your mouth on me,” I say after I gather my courage. “I want your mouth again. It…it feels so good.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs so low I almost don’t hear him then dips his head to press a kiss against my pussy. “What else?”

“Your fingers…” My tongue feels heavy in my mouth as I try to unfurl the words that stick in my mouth. “I want you to make me come, Beck. With your mouth and your fingers.”

Beck’s answering grin is blinding, and I find myself chuckling when he salutes me then drops back between my legs. He pushes my legs apart then flattens his tongue against my slit and devours me. I have no other words to describe the way he eats me out. Every swipe of his tongue leaves me gasping and moaning in pleasure. The soundsthat leave my mouth are ungodly. I should be embarrassed to be so wanton with a man, but all I want is more.

It’s not enough.

But it’s like Beck can read my body language and decipher what my strangled moans really mean because he slides two fingers inside me as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

It’s overwhelming.

My body jerks and twists. Like I can’t decide if I want to push my face harder against Beck’s face or take a breather.

He’s determined now though. Renewed in his efforts thanks to my words, and I ride the wave as he carries me closer and closer to the edge.

“Beck… Beck, I?—”

He hums against me. His free hand glides over my ribs, cups my breast, and teases my nipple. I cover his hand with my own as my stomach contracts.

I’m chanting his name. I’m moaning drawn out oh’s and yeah’s. I’m screaming at him to keep going…right there…don’t stop. My mouth is just moving. Out of my control.

When my orgasm finally hits me, it’s different than I thought it would be. I assumed it would feel good, obviously. Every book I’ve read makes it clear just how enjoyable an orgasm can be, but I’m starting to think it’s something you just have to experience to fully understand.

My eyes squeeze shut as I let out a harsh scream. My fingers grip Beck’s hair as I ride the waves of pleasurecoursing throughout my body. It feels electrifying and never ending; tense and loose all at the same time. Every time I think it’s over, my body spasms and a moan slips past my lips.

Beck pulls away from me and brings his fingers up to his mouth, wet with proof of my orgasm, and he puts the digits in his mouth.

He groans. Closes his eyes.

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