Page 18 of Beck and Call

"There you are. I was starting to feel like a piece of meat." His smirk told me he didn't mind my ogling in the slightest.

"I think you've done enough thinking for one night." He dropped to his knees in front of me.

"What are you–oh god!" I nearly screamed as his tongue made the first pass against my lace covered pussy.

He pulled back and licked his lips. "Do you want a play by play? I'm going to start by kissing you here." He drew a circle against my clit.

"When you think you can't take anymore, I'm going to strip the rest of your clothes off and carry you to the bed. You are mine, and it's time you understand what that means.

“To begin, I want you present with me, not off in your head. You've done enough thinking for one day, and all it's done is lead you in the wrong direction. No more insecurities or thinking I don't want to be here with you."

He hooked his fingers under the waist band of my panties and slid them down my legs. As each leg was freed, he traced his lips over my skin from my ankle to my thigh, before he rested it over his shoulder.

I felt his hot breath tickling my mound before the flick of his tongue sent shivers up my spine. My head fell back, and thumped off the mirror hanging on the wall, and my breath became ragged.

When his teeth scraped over my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I had to stifle a scream. He didn't let up, instead he intensified the pressure when he flicked his tongue against my clit and plunged two fingers deep inside of me.

I should have counted on his experience wearing down my resistance. Beckett knew things I didn't, which he demonstrated when he began to replicate a "come here" motion with his fingers. Each stroke of his fingers hit a spot deep inside of me and stole bits of my sanity until I was a trembling mess.

It was a losing battle trying to maintain control, because he was going to fight for every inch of my submission. I'd give it to him, I could tell. It may come from me with a shout, but I'd bend to his will.

I slumped forward and he caught me before I hit the floor. When he set me down he slipped my dress the rest of the way from my body and unhooked my bra.

Ordinarily, I'd have tried to cover myself. Being naked wasn't even something I was comfortable with when I was alone, but Beckett made me feel beautiful in a way I never had before, and with nothing more than the intensity he looked at me. It was like being seen for the first time.

Our eyes locked, and his breath became mine. "Don't run from me again."

I nodded, just one quick jerk of my head. He didn't really need my words.

Slowly, he lowered me to the bed. I watched while he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor.

He crawled up toward me, his large body somehow cradled between my thighs. Our hands found each other, and he lifted both of mine over my head. Beckett watched my face as he thrust inside me.

When he was sheathed to the root he paused and sucked in a tortured breath. "Oh, fuck. You're so fucking tight. Am I hurting you?"

I turned my head away in embarrassment.

"You're running again. Look at me," he ordered. He pulled out and thrust in again. My eyes rolled back into my head. "Answer me."

"No," I panted.

"Can you take more?"

"Please," I begged.

"Say you're mine."

"I'm yours."

"Yes, you are." He kissed me again, this time with even more desperation than before. Every thrust, every moan, every ragged breath I was promising him over and over again.

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Sweat cooled on my skin, making me shiver. Now the talk we hadn't had weighed on me. If I slipped under the covers it would be a declaration that I planned to stay.

Beckett pulled me against his side and tugged the blanket over the both of us. "Shh. You're thinking too loud."

"But earlier–what was bothering you if it wasn't sharing a room with me?"

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