Page 19 of Begin Again Again

His mouth kicked up. “Yeah.”

“Then can I ask you to come down?”

He flashed her a huge, beautiful smile. Then his body was bearing down on hers, hard and delicious. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling greedily. Skin. She’d missed male skin so much, coarse and warm and hairy andperfect. Byron turned his face, and then they were kissing, mouths melting into each other. Beth sighed. It was like there was a hook behind her belly button pulling her inner muscles tighter. Soon they were locked together, rubbing and shifting. Beth could feel him, hard and huge through his work pants. Her cunt pulsed, almost unbearably swollen. She wanted to be fucked. To be used. She didn’t care about getting off. More than anything, she wanted Byron to take her like she was nothing but a body. For him to do whatever he wanted to her.

Please, she begged in her mind.Please just move. Take me. Fuck me.

He sat back, pulling his t-shirt over his head. Beth only caught a glimpse of his hard, perfect chest before he lay on top of her, kissing her with a desperation that was palpable. Dizzy and so wet she was at risk of ruining her dress, Beth kissed him, waiting for him to break free and grab a condom. But his mouth was like the ocean moving from deep to shallow in a never-ending roll. His big hand tugged down the front of her sundress, shifting her bra aside so he could cup her tits. He grunted as his palms closed around her. “Fuck, these are amazing.”

Beth could only moan incoherently, pushing his head down until his mouth closed around her nipple. He sucked and her hips rose off the bed. “Oh my god,Byron.”

“Yeah?”

“More please?”

He sucked harder and she arched into him, fingernails digging into his bare biceps. His body was ridiculous. Pure porn. She gripped his back, running her hands over his hot skin, greedily consuming him as he consumed her.

Byron released her nipple with a small pop. “Beth?”

“Yes?”

“I wanna kiss you.”

“So, kiss me.”

He dove up to her face and kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth with the same frantic need that was pounding in Beth’s body. They needed more skin. More touch. More everything.

Then Beth rolled against him and realised she had another physical need. A highly unsexy sloshing need. Fucking tea. Fucking Zero beers. She resisted for as long as she could, kissing Byron and rubbing her palms along his chest, but the pressure of his brickhouse body was hardly helping the situation. She pulled her mouth from his.

“I have to pee,” she said before he could ask her if she was okay, because she wasn’t okay. She desperately, medically, needed to be fucked by him. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hall. Last on the left.”

“Back in a sec. Literally, if I can.”

Byron rolled onto his back, smirking. “I’ll be here.”

She lingered, staring at his bare chest as it glowed in the lamplight. Then she shook her head and practically jogged down the hall to the bathroom. She ran the faucet as she peed in record time. Pausing in front of the mirror to check the state of her mascara, she saw she looked great. Not only was her make up intact, but her mouth was plump, her hair the good kind of tousled. Her eyes shone bright brown back at her. She arched her back, her nipples hard even beneath her bra. She was going to fuck Byron Thomas. She was going to fuck him until he forgot his two first names. She sashayed back into his room, lifting a hand to a pose against the doorframe. “Hi again.”

There was no response. Beth squinted into the dark. “Byron?”

“Ahmmm?”

Beth edged to the bed. He was lying on his stomach, eyes closed, chest rising and falling like a sand dune. He’d fallen asleep.

“Fuck!”

An evening’s worth of fantasies vanished in a cloud of smoke. Goddammit, was she not sexy enough to stay awake one minute and thirty seconds for? Beth pinched her lower lip and pulled hard.

Growing up, her dad had praised her resilience. It was a skill Beth honed on her mother’s temper, inwardly shutting down whenever she henpecked her. She never denied the accusations, always said sorry first. Unlike her brothers and sister, she could weather all of Kimberly Myers’ spats without crying. As Beth stared at the shirtless, snoring Byron, she welcomed that inner click of numbness. Off with disappointment. Off with self-consciousness. Byron had fallen asleep. Sucks to suck. What now?

She had to leave, obviously. But should she tell him she was going?

Byron shifted, raising an arm. “C’mere.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, c’mere. Get into bed.”

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