Page 16 of Bonfire with Beckett
It’s the vision of her coming undone from my touch.
And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
SEVEN
WILLA
I don’t know how long it takes me to come down from my blissful haze. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days.
But when I do, it’s with one clear mission. I want to make Beckett feel every bit as much pleasure as he just gave me.
Pushing my jeans the rest of the way down my hips, I wriggle out of them. Then I reach across the console and fumble for his.
“Woah.” He catches my hand as I’m tugging down his zipper. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.”
Then, before he can try to demure again, I reach into his jeans and reach under his boxer shorts.
His cock springs free.
I can’t help but lick my lips. Wrapping my hand around his thick length, I pump my hand up and down the shaft, savoring the hiss that comes through his teeth.
It’s not enough. I lower my head, greedily taking him into my mouth.
“Willa.” He gasps and then groans. The need—the pure desire—in his low, raspy voice rekindles the desire so recently satiated inside of me.
I bob my head up and down him, taking his grunts and gasps into me.
“Wait.” He grips lightly onto my ponytail and pulls my head back and away.
“What?” I ask, greedily eyeing his cock.
“Not like this the first time.” He meets my gaze as he raises his hips and digs into his wallet.
Correctly reading his smoldering gaze, I reach for the wallet and retrieve the foil packet tucked within it. I rip the foil with my teeth and make quick work of rolling the condom down him.
He pulls me toward him, bringing me to straddle his lap. Wrapping one arm around my waist and sliding the other hand to cradle the back of my head, he pulls my mouth to his.
His tongue dives into my mouth. I can taste my pleasure and his. The salty, musky taste drives me wild with desire.
Unable to resist, grab his shoulders to push myself up. With our lips still intertwined, I guide his cock to my entrance and lower myself onto him.
We release dueling sounds of pleasure as he moves inside me, stretching me, filling me.
Once I’m fully lowered on him. We pause, panting into each others mouths, sweat glistening on our skin.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. And then I start to move. His grip tightens on his hips and he bucks up into me as I ride him up and over another wave of pleasure.
This time, I take him with me. I scream and he groans as we find our releases in tandem.
We stay like that along time after. Him softening inside of me, the scent of our pleasure filling the space.
The world is quiet inside the cab of Beckett’s truck, save for the wind blowing through the trees outside and the rush of our breathing. My head rests against his chest, his arm heavy around me, fingers idly stroking my hair.
We’re still tangled together, clothes askew, the windows fogged. And for the first time in what seems like forever, I feel weightless. Like grief and fear and doubt have slipped off my shoulders, if only for a moment.
