Page 6 of Beards and Babies

“What about now?”

The bedroom is dark, lite only from the small side tables lamp and Soren’s large frame casts a shadow over the room when he stands. For a long moment, he seems to wrestle with the decision. Those big, thick fists tighten with what little restraint he’s holding onto. Will he or won’t he?

“No pressure. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” I say, and I mean it.

Behind me, I feel for the doorknob, ready to make my escape.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Soren’s deep voice rumbles. It’s deep and demanding, a tone I’ve never heard from him.

He finally stalks toward me, his large frame pounding the floor with each step.

Someone pinch me. Is my dream coming true?

I’m a panting mess, clenching the sheet in nervous excitement, and using the bedroom door for balance, too afraid to move or breathe. Just as he reaches me, his palm finds my face, and in an act far too intimate for a one-night stand, he kisses me.

It’s deep and sensual. Almost as if Soren has spent time thinking about this kiss. Our first kiss. The kiss I’ve longed for since adolescence.

My legs weaken, and I grab onto his torso and pull him close. He towers over me, and I’m so lost in his lips.

I yelp when he scoops me up off my feet. A stupid schoolgirl giggle escapes, and my cheeks heat. I’m trying for seductress here and failing hard.

Soren’s eyes bore into me as he takes me to the bed. Again, it’s too intimate, and it makes me want to read way too much into it.

“You deserve better than me, but if I’m lucky enough to have this moment, I’m taking it.”

“Take me,” I whisper against his lips and slowly open the sheet.

His eyes follow my movements, and he groans at the sight of my pussy.

Soren’s huge body encases me in a protective embrace while he hovers just above me. I feel his heat, and I know he feels mine. We’re both vibrating with need.

I stare at his tongue as he wets his lips, but instead of kissing me as I expect, he lowers to my chest, placing a wet, hot kiss there. Unintelligible sounds fall from my mouth as I squirm below him, overheating from the inside out. With each kiss he places on my sensitive skin, a small bomb of pure intense need washes over me like a tidal wave. It builds to new heights until my body is so strung up a rough wind might make me come.

When he reaches my center, I hold my breath, trying to brace myself. It’s like the grand finale at the Fourth of July. Fireworks explode behind my eyes as he licks me. Soren eats me like his last meal, slow and gentle at first, as if savoring my taste. The thought, accompanied by how good he feels, has me moaning and pulling his hair. I’m loud and unapologetic. My hips buck, needing more, but also not wanting to stop or change a single thing.

He hums against me, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Then he pushes a finger inside me. I yell and grip the sheets as my back arches off the mattress. Grabbing his hair again, I lift my legs high and wide for him. He rewards me with another finger. Now, the two pump inside me.

“Yes,” I mutter, so enthralled in the touch of this man I can’t form another thought.

He laps at my clit while thrusting his fingers in, over and again, and each one brings me closer to the peak.

When he moves his mouth to mine, I don’t think twice about kissing him. My taste on his lips, feeling empowering instead of gross. I have the night with Soren, and I’m not going to waste a minute second guessing myself. A groan rips from his throat, breaking our kiss. He’s only in boxers, and I easily find my way in. When I do, I stroke him with the same eager vigor he’s using on me. He pumps, and I pull. The room is quiet, but I feel his eyes on my face while I watch the filthy scene taking place between us. Those big fingers disappearing inside me. Soren’s thick length sliding along my palm.

It’s so erotic I’m right back on that orgasm cliff, shouting for release. With a growl, he fucks my hand and pumps harder, and when he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, I’m done. I shake coming hard on his hand.

His fingers slow until they leave me. That’s when our kiss deepens, and I instantly need him back. A whine escapes my mouth, but instead of being embarrassed, I push against his chest to lay him back. Now on top, I take a second to look down at him. His straining control is clear. Soren is a big man, and I imagine letting a woman take the lead is new for him. By the look on his face, he likes it, though. He’s staring at me as if I’m the sun.

I flatten my tongue and lick him from base to tip, staying on his crown and drawing circles until he’s literally sweating. It’s heady to tame a beast as big as Soren, and I soak in the glory…for about a minute. I don’t even get his length into my mouth before he’s scooping me up and tossing me back down to the bed. I land on my belly. It’s all so thrilling, and I can’t help the eager excitement that escapes as giggles—that is, until he lines up and drives that massive cock inside me.

I scream out in pleasure, and it spurs him on faster. With each sound I make, he pumps harder than the last. My longtime crush is somehow hyper-focused on me. When he grips my hips, using them as leverage to drill deeper inside me, I lose control completely. Physically, I’m much smaller than Soren, and yet as he fucks me fiercely, I feel safe and coveted.

Hot breath whispers across my neck as his grip grows punishing. The feeling of him taking me this roughly short circuits my brain. I’m all feels, vibrating with pleasure.

I’m there again. At the brink of orgasm and yelling his name.

“Please! Yes!”

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