Page 28 of Rebel Heart
I nodded slowly and rasped, “Okay.”
He hesitated for a moment. “Do you still want this? Do you still want me?”
My belly trembled with nerves. What if he only thought I could handle him, but I really couldn’t? What if I was the one who left him disappointed? God, that would be mortifying.
“I do,” I whispered. “I just don’t want… What if I can’t take all?—”
Beau pressed his thumb to my lips. “Shh. I’m not going to do this if you’re unsure. If you want to stop, we can stop. It’s fine.”
“I don’t want to stop. I’m just afraid.”
“Jules, it won’t bring me any pleasure to see you in pain, so I need you to trust me when I say that I won’t do anything to hurt you. I’ll go slow until you’ve had enough time to adjust. Okay?”
I swallowed roughly, realizing that the simple fact Beau was taking the time to address my concern wasreason enough for me to trust him. Feeling reassured, I lifted my head and brushed my lips against his before stealing a kiss.
Beau’s tongue slipped past my lips, exploring every recess of my mouth. He arranged his body over mine, his hips settling between my parted thighs.
He reached down between our bodies to position himself and separated our mouths. “Your kisses are unbelievable, but I need to see your face right now.”
Slowly, just like he promised, Beau pushed inside. My fingers curled around his arms, gripping him tightly as I awaited the pain. But there was none. Beau stopped about halfway in and pulled back. He did it again, going just a little farther. Twice more and he was planted to the root inside me, waiting and giving me time to adjust to his size.
And in that moment, something happened. The care and tenderness Beau had shown me melted my heart. He’d already seen to it that I’d been satisfied before he ever considered his own pleasure, which was far more than I’d gotten before. But what he’d just done for me now was on another level.
“Are you okay?”
I sent a small smile his way. “I’m perfect.”
He smiled back. “You really are. And you feel beautiful. Are you alright with me moving?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
So, that’s what he did. Beau was slow to start, continuing to watch my expression for any sign that I was in pain. But once he determined that all was good, that Iwas loving the feel of being so full of him, everything changed.
He increased his pace, thrusting his hips forward with wild abandon, powering himself into me. His strength and stamina were impressive, and his skills were undeniable. But it was the sounds that came out of him—the grunts, groans, and growls of pleasure—that were my undoing. This man was doing all that he was doing to me, and he sounded like that. Like I was doing far more for him than he was for me.
My hands reached for him, running along the warm skin and solid planes of his body, dipping into the valleys created by his muscular physique. Greek god, indeed.
The things Beau did, with his hands, his cock, his mouth, and his eyes, took me somewhere I didn’t think was possible to go. Especially not after he’d already given me one orgasm.
As our limbs tangled against our sweat-slicked skin, I felt that familiar tightening deep in my belly again.
“Jules, you’ve got to get there again,” Beau bit out, pounding into me. “You need to come with me.”
I whimpered at the command and the desperation in his tone. And suddenly, I became frantic with the need to give him something he wanted. It was the least I could do.
We both went harder at each other. It was hot, wild, and utterly delicious. The best I’d ever experienced.
“Beau,” I called out a warning.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
I wasn’t sure I needed the order, because Beau hadalready taken control of my body. I was on a one-way street, and there was no place to turn around.
One… two… three more thrusts later, it happened.
I exploded around him, my legs pressing in tight against his sides as Beau’s head dropped back, exposing his throat to me. “Fuck, Jules, I’m coming.”
My body convulsed, my head flying off the pillow, and my teeth clamped down on the skin at the base of his neck.
