Page 59 of Solitude

“That’s enough.” I grab her by the shoulders and push her back onto the mattress. “It’s my turn.”

Winnie

“It’s my turn.”

My back hits the mattress with a thump, and I stare at Beck with wide eyes before pushing up onto my elbows.

He grabs one of my feet and brings it to his mouth, and I watch in fascination as he presses a kiss to my ankle before dragging his lips over my calf to kiss the inside of my knee. He repeats the motion on the other leg, slow and methodical, and I inhale shakily when his hands glide over my thighs.

“Lay back,” Beck says gently, crawling up my body until I fall back onto the bed.

He plants his hands on either side of my face and hovers over me, and I try not to think about the fact that I can feel his penis dragging along my hip as he captures my lips desperately.

Kissing Beck is an activity I’m not quite sure I’ll ever get used to; I don’t think I really want to, honestly.

It’s still surreal to feel his lips pressing into mine, his tongue licking into my mouth and across my teeth, as his chest is brushing against mine with every harsh breath he takes. I never want the butterflies in my belly to go away whenever Beck’s lips touch mine. I never want the adrenaline to stop whenever he lowers his body completely on top of mine. I never want the goosebumps to vanishwhenever he skims his hands down my sides, over my ribs, and across my stomach.

I hope these feelings stay. I hope I feel them every time Beck touches me.

“Are you sure?” Beck asks as he shimmies down the bed until he’s situated between my legs.

“Yes.”

“If you want to stop, just tell me. It all ends wherever you want it to end, okay?”

Sitting up on my elbows again, I blink down at Beck. “I cannot imagine a world in which I’d ask you to ever stop.”

He chuckles and slides his hand under my thighs. He pushes my legs forward, bending me in half almost, and I’m forced to drop back down to the bed.

“Just remember what I said.” Then he drops his face to my pussy and inhales.

My brow furrows, and I try to raise up again. I only make it onto one elbow, but it’s enough leverage to watch him run his nose along my slit before using his tongue instead.

I’ve only ever read about all the things Beck does to me with his mouth, and it’s obviously made me curious about how it feels to be the one on the receiving end instead of living vicariously through a fictional woman.

“Oh!”

The sound bursts out of me, gasping and shocked, as Beck flattens his tongue against my sensitive flesh beforesucking and nipping before doing it all over again until I’m panting and rolling my hips against Beck’s face. Embarrassment clouds me, warming my cheeks as I realize I’ve shifted enough on my arm to thread my free hand through his hair.

When I realize I’m somehow pulling his hair and pushing him further into my wet pussy, I loosen my hold, mortified at the way just a few swipes of Beck’s tongue have made me forget myself.

“Don’t,” Beck mumbles, releasing one of my thighs to grab my hand and pull it back to his head.

I hesitate. “I feel like I’m hurting you, or—I don’t know—suffocating you?”

Beck pulls away and grins, mouth and chin glistening with…me.

“You’re not hurting me, Winnie.”

“Makes me feel weird to push your head that way.”

“I like it.”

I raise a brow. “You like it?”

“Wait, no.” Beck brings a hand up and cups my pussy before running a finger through my folds. He slowly sinks his finger inside of me, and I gasp. “I take it back. I don’t like it. Iloveit. I love knowing I’m making you feel so good you can just feel. Pull my hair. Push my head. Use me to get yourself off. I love it, baby.”

Oh.

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