Page 27 of Rebel Heart
Whether it was my moaning or squirming or pleading that eventually prompted it, I didn’t know, but Beau lifted his body from mine, undid my pants, and dragged them down my legs, removing them and my shoes in one swift move.
The way he looked at me while he unbuttoned his jeans and allowed them to drop to the ground was wicked, like he had thoughts and plans for me runningthrough his mind that I couldn’t possibly conjure on my own.
I took a moment to appreciate him and the very clear work he’d done to build his body to what it was. Narrow hips, muscular thighs, broad chest and shoulders, and strong arms. Looking at him was like looking at a Greek god. There wasn’t anything that wasn’t perfect about him. The handsome face, captivating eyes, and wicked smile were icing on a flawless cake.
Through my labored breaths, I panted, “I don’t know how I’m going to survive this.”
Beau pressed his knee on the bed and climbed in, placing his hand on my outer thigh. “Why do you say that?”
He’d already had a reaction to learning about the age difference between us. Given what he’d done with just his hands and his mouth since he’d gotten me in this bed, I couldn’t be ignorant about the difference in our experience in the bedroom. I didn’t want to ruin whatever he had planned, so I decided to keep that detail to myself for now.
“You’re… You don’t slack when it comes to delivering pleasure.”
His fingers crawled up my thigh toward my hip, where they curled around the lace fabric of my panties there. “I imagine it wouldn’t be very much fun for you if I did.”
“I presume you are correct.”
Bringing his hand to my opposite hip, grabbing hold of my underwear, he dragged them down my legs andtossed them aside. His eyes roamed, dipping to that intimate spot between my thighs as he said, “You told me to fulfill my promise, Jules.” He shifted his focus to my face and touched me right where I was aching, forcing a gasp from me. “I’m not going to stop giving you anything until you can’t walk straight.”
A shiver ran along my spine at the promise in those words spoken with such a deep tone. Plus, if the evidence of what I saw straining beneath his boxer briefs was any indication, the size of him might be enough to make his goal a reality.
For a few seconds, Beau rubbed gentle circles between my legs, coating me in the wetness that had gathered there, as he dropped to his side next to me and captured my breast in his mouth again.
One of my hands gripped the blanket beneath us, seeking to control the sensations. But when Beau nudged my legs a bit wider and plunged a finger inside, I lost all sense of myself. A guttural moan filled the air, my eyes slamming shut as my head pressed deeper into the mattress.
I had no idea—none—that it could feel like this. That it was supposed to feel this way. Evidently, there was a big difference between a boy and a man when it came to sex, and it was safe to say Beau was one hundred percent man.
Beau slid a second finger inside, picked up the pace of his hand, and pressed his thumb to my clit. I was squirming, undulating my hips, and chasing that high I’d only ever found courtesy of my own hand.
Whether instinct or desperation had taken over, I was unsure, but my hand that had been pinned between our bodies shot to the side and curled around Beau’s length. He released my breast and hissed, pressing his hips forward into my hand while using his teeth against my nipple.
His hand never stopped moving, and the pull that had been building deep in my belly built and built. The next thing I knew, I was crying out in pleasure as my orgasm tore through me, Beau working me through it.
When I made it to the other side and his hand had slowed to a stop, I rolled my head in his direction and saw him staring at me with something I couldn’t read in his eyes. “Feel good?”
“Incredible.”
His lips curved into a smile. “Good. I hope you’re not exhausted just yet, because I’m not done with you.”
Although I could’ve easily curled up and fallen asleep for how sated I felt, the thought of not having everything with this man was enough for me to respond with urgency. “Are you suggesting you’d be content to leave me disappointed and unsatisfied?”
His expression turned incredulous. “Didn’t you just come?”
“I did, but it’d be a shame if I didn’t get to have all of you. In fact, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t make me wait any longer.”
Beau chuckled as he removed his underwear and pulled out a condom. “My sincerest apologies.”
My eyes dropped to his manhood, and for a moment,I tensed, and my lips parted. He was large, much larger than I thought could fit inside me.
“Is there a reason you’ve stopped breathing?” he asked.
I snapped my lips together and let out a long breath through my nose. “You’re not small.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“But you’re… you’re very large.”
Beau brought his face to within inches of mine and cupped me behind my head. “I won’t do anything to hurt you, gorgeous.”
