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She nods and my fingers make quick work of thebutton and zipper as I continue to kiss every bit of her exposed skin I can reach.
“Lift your hips for me, darlin’,” I murmur against her shoulder. She complies with a shiver and I work the pants down her legs, tossing them on the floor.
Damn.
“Absolutely beautiful,” I marvel at the sight of her, wishing I could find more words to express what it’s like, looking down at her, a vision in her bra and matching panties, but the word “beautiful” plays on repeat like my brain is caught in an infinite loop.
“You don’t have to tell me that.” Her arms drape across her stomach, self-consciously, causing me to freeze.
“Come again?”
She laughs a little but doesn't meet my eye. "I saw the kind of women you’re usually around at the club, and I know I don’t look like them. But it’s okay. I know you want me, and that’s all that matters. You don’t have to pretend I’m something I’m not."
Unbelievable. Here I am unable to get my head around how fucking gorgeous she is and she doesn’t even know.
“Beth, look at me.”
Tentatively, her eyes meet mine and I hold her gaze firmly. "You are beautiful," I tell her, my voice steady and sincere as I slide down to my knees on the floor.
She sits up, confused by my change in positions and I grab her left leg, spinning her so I’m kneeling between her open legs.
“You need to know that your body is beautiful," I say, my voice filled with conviction. "And if you don’t know, I’m going to have to show you.” I run my hands up her trembling thighs and hook my thumbs in her panties. Thistime she lifts her hips without being asked and I slowly drag the lacy fabric down her long legs. She attempts to bring her knees together, but I hold them open. Leaning down, I start to kiss up the inside of her thighs. “Every curve.”Kiss. “Every line.”Kiss. “Every inch of you is perfection.”Kiss. “A goddamn masterpiece.”
Her whole body is shaking as my face hovers above where she wants me. Where she needs me. Her shallow breathing is making her chest rise and fall rapidly as she grips the couch cushions waiting for me to touch her.
I blow a stream of cool air on her sex and her head rolls back on the couch, a tortured moan escaping her lips.
I pull back, just to look at her again. Christ. She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen and she doesn’t even know it.
When my tongue finally tastes her centre her hips buck in response. I drape my arms across each of her thighs, holding her in place as I go down on her.
“Oh God, Foster,” she cries, digging her nails into the upholstery and making me jealous of a piece of furniture. I reach out and grab her hand, moving it into my hair as I go back to work. If you can call it that. This feels like the best vacation I’ve ever had.
“Tell me what you like, beautiful girl.”
“That,” she answers immediately, making me grin.
“What about this?” I focus my efforts solely on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue.
“Yes…yes…that…”
Her other hand has made its way into my hair and she’s using it as leverage as she rocks against my face.
“More? Or less?” My voice is thick. She hasn’t even touched my cock and it’s damn near ready to explode.
“More,” she whines, her voice getting louder. “More, more, more.”
I lean in using more pressure and stroking her faster and she writhes against me. Her cries get louder and shorter as she struggles to breathe until she comes apart hard on my mouth.
I stay with her as she comes down from her climax. When her grip on my hair lessens and her hands fall away, I sit back and admire her, relaxed and flushed from pleasure.
“Absolutely beautiful.”
CHAPTER 21
BETH
Ishould buy him a present.
