Page 61 of The Suit

“What?” she bit back.

I stood, moving away the leftover pizzas and placing them on the other side of the fire, before perching on the low table directly in front of her. Her eyes followed the movement of my hands easing up her t-shirt and inching her thighs apart until her panties came into sight; and I waited. The damp patch spread like wildfire the longer I stared.

“My lie detector says otherwise.” As I looked up, I caught a glimpse of her tongue peeking out as she sucked in her bottom lip. “Shirt off.”

Her pupils dilated in an instant, but didn’t stop her eyes from nervously darting toward the house.

“What? You afraid of a little exhibitionism?” The pulse at the base of her neck kicked under the soft skin I’d be running my lips over very soon. “They won’t come out.”

She scowled so deeply I had to fight the urge to laugh, but not before I noticed the amber darken, because as much as Beulah Holmes liked to be in control, I’d learned that this was one arena where her fight was all talk.

“No doubt used to your behavior. Bet you’ve brought load of girls here.”

“I haven’t actually, that’s Rory’s M.O. I’ve never brought a girl back here. This is my space. Now stop fucking talking and do as you’re told. Shirt. Off.”

It was almost as though this new Beulah I’d met tonight had never existed with the way she was shooting daggers of fire at me, even if it was mostly an act, but she reached for the hem and yanked it violently over her head. Her hair, now fully curled, bounced around her stiffened shoulders as she dropped the shirt on the floor.

Fuck, she was something else.

She sat back on the lounger, letting it envelope her golden skin glowing in the firelight. I’d been correct about the lack of bra, her rock-hard nipples tightening further still; her tits, full and round and pert, framing her sublime curves running down to a tiny waist and squeezable hips I was desperate to dig my fingers into once again. My dick was straining painfully in my shorts, tenting the fabric until it was chafing against the tip, and snuffing my patience.

“Turn around.”

“What?”

I tweaked her nipple, making her flinch, “Beulah, am I going to have to repeat myself every single time? Because I’m not going to. Turn the fuck around.”

Her lip twitched, but she didn’t put up an argument as she got up and did as I asked.

“Good girl.”

Once she was done, my own shirt joined hers on the floor. I gently pushed her forward, her knees hitting the lounger so she fell onto her hands where I was treated to the glorious view of her incredible ass; the sight of which was something I knew could live rent free in my memory for as long as it wanted to.

Forever was fine with me.

I ran the pads of my fingertips down the arch of her smooth spine, slowly tracing the ridges until the shivers running across her skin were only a result of anticipation for how turned on she was.

Palming her ass cheek, I rubbed gently over the exact spot I wanted to mark with a rouged imprint of my hand, but that could wait. I slipped my thumbs under the elastic of her panties and eased them down with almost painful leisure, twisting them tight around her knees so she couldn’t move. My dick thumped again as she groaned, wondering why I was putting the pair of us through this torture of prolonging; or maybe it was me groaning when my fingers found the silky stream of arousal running down the inside of her thighs.

“Fuck, Holmes, you’re so wet. We’ve barely even started and you’re already dripping for me.”

I followed the trail, soaking everything in its path from her hardened clit to her asshole, massaging her peachy flesh until she’d completely melted under my touch. Her back arched as I slid a finger inside her, followed by a second. She was so close to coming I barely had to touch her; never had I been with anyone as responsive to my touch as she was, and it was addicting and ego boosting, swelling my dick and my head with equal measure.

“I want to hear you say it,”

“Say what?”

I licked along her spine; her skin tasted like moonlight and salty air.

“That I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

She moaned into the air when I added another finger, twisting up and stroking her walls before withdrawing all contact entirely so the only stimulation she was getting was the soft, cool breeze against her swollen clit.

“Say it.” I stepped back, putting more distance between us so I couldn’t reach out and touch her until I’d heard her confirm what I knew was truth.

“Fuck. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had,” she panted sharply, like she’d given it up under the most strenuous torture… which this may very well have been.

“Damn fucking right,” I sunk three fingers into her, pumping hard. Within seconds her thighs tightened, trembling uncontrollably just as her walls tensed and began pulsating. Before she could succumb to the first earth shattering orgasm I’d give her tonight, my dick replaced my fingers, stretching her out until I broke through the vacuum-like suction she was strangling me with as she tipped over the edge.

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