Page 62 of Solitude

But then Beck drops down, hovers over me as he brackets my face with his forearms, and kisses across myjaw then down my neck. He sucks a bruise onto the curve of my neck then nips at my shoulder, and I start to breathe easier.

“You can move,” I tell him.

“You sure?”

I pinch his side.

“Ow!”

“I said, move.”

Beck lifts up, kisses my nose, then shifts back onto his knees. He rubs his palms down the inside of my thighs. I inhale slowly as he pulls out almost all the way, but my exhale isn’t as slow. The air punches out of me as he shoves back inside, and I feel my head nodding.

“More. More of that, please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

It feels entirely too quick after that. For every time that Beck pulls out and thrusts back in, my insides tighten a little bit more, and I know that’s the point. I know the point is to bring me to orgasm, but I don’t want it to be over yet.

Beck doesn’t give me much of a choice though.

His hips slap against my butt, and I revel in every grunt and groan that falls out of his mouth. His fingers dig into my hip bones so hard I might have marks, but I’m okay with that. It’ll be something to remind me of Beck even when I have to return home.

Suddenly, I fall over the edge without any help from Beck’s magical fingers on my clit. He’s hammering that little spot inside of me that lights up my insides with everythrust, and I come apart at the seams when I let myself look at Beck’s body.

He’s staring at where we’re joined, brow furrowed in concentration and his teeth digging so hard into his bottom lip I’m worried he might start bleeding. Every muscle in his body is strung tight, flexed as he puts his everything into making love to me. His abs contract with each motion, and sweat drips down his torso.

He looks like a freaking powerhouse, and he’s just talking. Words fall out of his mouth at an alarming rate, and they just drive me closer and closer to my climax.

“Perfect,” he mumbles. “So fucking perfect taking my cock. Like a dream, Winnie.Mydream. Holy shit.”

That’s what makes me shatter around him with no warning. One minute he’s pulling my hips into him, fast and hard, then the next minute, I’m screaming and bucking against him. My mouth opens, but I couldn’t even begin to know if anything actually comes out beyond incoherent noises.

“Holy fucking shit, Winnie.” His voice is strained as he drops down to claim my mouth in a half-assed kiss. “So tight… You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

I don’t know how I’m managing that. I’m currently a pile of bones even with each aftershock that rocks my body. I couldn’t move or help him reach the finish line right now if I tried.

He slams into me once, twice, then plasters his body to mine. The craziest part is that I can feel him dripping out of me. Hot and wet between my thighs. He pulls out andburies his head in the crook of my neck as he tries to catch his breath.

“That was…” I start, my mouth moving too slow.

“Amazing?” Beck finishes for me, lifting his head with a grin.

I nod, staring at the ceiling as I rub my hand over Beck’s sweaty back. “Pretty much, yeah. My body feels boneless. Is that normal?”

“Can be, yeah.” Beck reaches between my legs and freezes. “Fuck.”

“What?”

He scoots off the bed and shoves his hands through his hair. “I forgot to use a condom.”

“Oh.”

“I’m clean. I promise. I never fuck without a condom.”

Swallowing, I sit up and reach for one of his hands. I squeeze his larger hand between both of mine in what I hope is a comforting gesture. “Beck, I’m on the pill. I… I’ll be honest I didn’t really think about anything beyond that, but I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

He snaps his head up and sighs. “I’m not freaking out. I just should’ve been more careful. For future reference though, there are worse things that come from sex than babies.”

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