Page 24 of Fire & Ice

A whimper tore from my throat. Hearing Beau say those words only increased my desire for him. He was relentless in his pursuit of me, never easing up despite my cries of pleasure. He continued his ministrations, his fingers sliding in and out of me as he used his thumb to circle my swollen clit.

"Please, Beau," I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders drawing blood.

He pulled away, a wicked grin curving his handsome lips. "I knew you'd like that." He slipped his fingers from me, and I groaned at the loss. I didn't have time to protest before he was on his knees in front of me.

He quickly pulled off my leggings and panties in one smooth motion, then his head was between my legs. His cool breath danced across my hot core, and I shivered as his tongue darted out to taste me. I cried out as his tongue slid over my hot folds, teasing up and down them. The sensation was so deliciously frustrating.

A moan tore from my throat as he slipped a finger inside me, pumping it in and out in time with the movements of his tongue. I dug my fingers into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to me as he made love to me with his mouth. I could feel the pressure building up inside me and I knew I would soon reach the edge.

"More, Beau. More!" I whimpered, my hips bucking against his mouth as he quickened the pace of his tongue.

Ice danced in his eyes as he watched me, gauging my reaction. He loved seeing me like this. My body was writhing, and I was moaning and clawing at him. He loved the sounds I made as I came, and how I begged him for more.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building in my body, the coiling in my muscles. Soon, I was teetering on the edge of a high. Finally, I felt myself tumble over the edge as pleasure flooded through me, sending my body into a trembling orgasm.

"Beautiful," he crooned as he watched me.

Beau pulled his fingers from me, licking them clean. Then he was back on his feet, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his lips to mine. I could taste myself on his lips. The heady flavor was a peculiar mix of sweet and salty. I moaned into his mouth, loving the way I tasted on his lips.

I pulled away, my voice husky as I asked, "Have I ever told you, that you're a very sensual kisser?' My eyes were hooded as I watched him remove his shirt, dropping it to the floor before moving to remove his pants. I stopped him, my fingers curling around his wrist. My body throbbed with more unspent arousal. I didn't know how he did this to me.

"My turn," I cooed.

He smirked at me. "Oh?"

I nodded, my eyes wide and my tone innocent. "Yes. I want to show you how much you've taught me, my king."

A low growl rumbled in his chest as I unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid them down, revealing that he was already rock hard. I bit my lip as I took in his size, and he laughed at my reaction, even after all this time I'm still amazed that he can fit all of himself inside of me. "Though I think it's worth pointing out that I've taught you a few things of my own." I was teasing him. I knew he'd taught me a lot in the past months. Mainly that everything he did had a direct connection to my heart and core alike.

He smiled, his eyes glinting. "I'm all ears, my queen."

I smirked up at him, the fire in my eyes glittering with mischief. "As well as other body parts." I nipped at his earlobe before trailing kisses down his neck, sucking and licking, as I slid to the floor and took him into my mouth.

A low groan ripped from his throat as he tilted his head back.

I murmured my approval as I circled the tip of his cock with my tongue. He grunted as I took more of him into my mouth. Beau's head fell back again, his chest rising and falling as I took him in as deeply as I could.

I dropped my hands to his hips, taking the lead as I bobbed my head up and down. I stroked the base of his shaft with one hand, and cupped his balls with the other, squeezing gently as I sucked on him.

"Fuck, Tempest. Your mouth feels so fucking amazing." He ran his hands through my hair.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, wanting to laugh at his expletive.

I was taking him deep, sucking on him hard with each bob of my head. His grip on my hair had turned to steel, sliding through my locks, the tips of his fingers brushing my scalp. I moaned in approval as he tugged on my hair, showing me just how much he loved my mouth on him.

"Come here," he commanded, jerking me to my feet and kissing me.

His hand tangled into my hair as he kissed me, our tongues dancing. I could taste myself on his lips, a heady flavor of me and him. I savored it, my hand fisting at his nape.

He tore his mouth from mine, hauling me into his arms, mist surrounded us as he carried me from the gym to our suite. He tore my clothes off, then his, before flipping me over and pressing my face into the bed.

He slid his hands up my back, his fingers trailing to my hips before his cock slipped between my thighs. My heart skipped a beat as I felt him press against my entrance.

"Are you ready for this?" he crooned in a low voice.

"I am," I moaned as he slid deep into me, filling me full.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he slid in and out of me, slamming into me over and over again.

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