Page 32 of Bee

I fight to keep things from going too far. From turning into something neither of us are ready for. But the tension is thick, suffocating. My heart is hammering. Her breathing is uneven. I can feel the way she trembles against me.

Then, she tilts her head up, her lips just shy of my jaw, and whispers, “Am I wrong?”

I swallow hard. “What?”

Bee shifts again, this time turning in my arms just enough to look up at me. Her eyes search mine, dark and full of something I can’t ignore.

“Am I the only one this is affecting?”

Fuck.

I cup the side of her face without thinking, my thumb grazing her cheekbone. “No, Bee,” I murmur, my voice rough. “You’re not the only one.”

"Then why are you fighting me so hard?" She turns and gently lifts her leg so it's draped over my thigh. My hands go down to her leg and I squeeze gently.

I've always been self-conscious of my size. I'm a big man and Bee is nothing but a slip of a woman. If I'm too rough, I could hurt her. I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive myself if I did anything to hurt her.

"We shouldn't..." I pull her face closer to mine. She's right there... I let my mouth just barely graze over hers.

Damn, I want this woman. So fucking bad.

"I think we should." Slowly, she snakes the tip of her tongue out and traces my bottom lip.

If I had any will power left, it just flew out the window.

I slam my lips against hers, she squeals in surprised before she melts into me. Her leg tightening on my thigh pulling me closer while she opens her mouth to accept me more

The fire burning between us is so great that I have to pull back just because it feels like it might consume me. I want this to last.

It's not what I expected, but I'm more than ready for her.

"Are you fucking sure, Bee." It just occurred to me that I don't think Bee is her real name. If I'm going to be inside of her,I want to know who she is. I need to know what name is going to be scribbled on my heart when it breaks to pieces after this is all over.

"I'm sure." She breathes and tries to pull me back down on her, but I hold back.

"What's your name, Bee? You're real name." I look down into her beautiful eyes and see the vulnerability there. It's clear this isn't information that she tells most people.

She closes up a little, the shyness I've never known her to have taking over. "Tati."

Fuck me. How is a name even sexy.

"We stop when you want to stop, Tati. You understand."

"Then don't stop."

This time, when she pulls me down, I let her. My mouth collides with her and I don't hold back. Our lips and tongue swirl and swipe against each other. Her leg hitches up higher on my hip and I press myself down on her. My cock is nestled perfectly right between her legs and I can feel the heat coming off her. I rock myself against her, slow at first, but the intensity of her hands all over my body makes it impossible for me to keep that pace.

I'm moving so fast that if I don't stop, I'm going to blow my load before we even get started.

"Mmm, Rye. That feels so good." She lets her head fall back, and I instantly go for her neck.

She gasps when I kiss and suck on the sensitive skin there. I want to hear more of those sounds. Hell, I want to hear them for the rest of my life.

Quickly, I push that thought out of my head. It's typical of me to start planning my future when all I'm guaranteed is a good night. It's the main reason I rarely give in and have sex. The women I usually end up with tend not to do well with long termcommitments. It's always just me and my wishful thinking that's thinking of what I can have in the future.

Pulling myself back just slightly to remove the pressure, I let my hands slide down her body.

"No, come back." She tries to pull me back until she realizes what I'm doing.

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