CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – HAYLEY
There are times when the world slows down. When longing is the only guide on a map where the boundaries have all been blurred; when feeling is your only compass and the only things that are real are what you can taste, touch and feel.
That was what it was like with Beckett. Beside him on the bed, our bodies writhing together, pressed to each other with the desperation of drowning men, I was blind with wanting, deaf with longing.
“Beckett,” I whispered. I felt his hands slide over my shoulders, drawing down the straps of my dress. I gasped.
He smiled at me. “You’re sure?” he asked.
I nodded. “So sure.” I moaned. “So, so sure.”
He nodded. “Well, then.”
His hands moved and the dress slid off me, down to my waist. He did not hesitate. His mouth was at my neck, his lips hot and wet on my skin, scalding and stroking at the same time as he worked slowly down toward my bra.
I gasped as he drew the strap down over my arm and then his lips clamped on my nipple. He worked it with his tongue, his mouth hot and hard on it. His hands moved to my other breast, his fingers teasing and tickling even as his mouth played over my other breast, bringing me to a place of wild wanting. He unclipped the bra, leaving me clad in only my panties.
He looked up at me as I gasped again, grinning at me. His face was flushed, eyes teasing me.
“Okay?” he whispered.
I smiled at him a little dizzily. I nodded.
“Good.”
The word was a silken whisper that shivered down into my belly. He moved and kissed lower, making a trail down my belly to my panty line. When he got there, I whimpered. He looked up at me, reading my expression intently.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. I felt as if someone had pulled a plug out of me, leaving me limp and drained in his arms, entirely at the mercy of his hands and mouth.
He chuckled. His fingers worked my panties down over my body, letting them slide down to my feet, where he took time to untangle them. They dropped to the floor. His hand stroked over my soft mound and he sighed.
He sat back, looking at my naked body.
“You are so beautiful.”
I smiled at him. I felt beautiful. My body glowed with his appreciative stare, and I let my legs flop apart as he reached down. His face focused with intensity, and he slipped a hand between my thighs.
I closed my eyes as his fingers explored me. I was shaking now, my body jerking with a kind of wild urgency as his thumb traced over the most sensitive sites in me. When he bent down and repeated that action with his mouth, I thought I would actually collapse.
“Oh!” I shouted. He chuckled.
“What?” he teased. “Was that a signal to stop?”
“Oh! No!”
He chuckled again. He returned to what he had been doing, his tongue covering my skin in little lapping motions that sent sensation flying along my nerves to my brain, overloading me with pleasure. I was crying out now, my body jerking and shivering uncontrollably. I was dangerously close to climax, and he knew it. He was playing me like a fisherman with a catch, bringing me to the brink and then leaving me there stranded and helpless, writhing with my intense need.
“Beckett!” I screeched.
I came.
My body jerked and feeling flooded through me. I could be dead at that moment and I would not have known. My whole world was lost in the wonder of my feelings. I felt as if I was floating in a cloud of satisfaction.
He sat up and smiled down at me.
“Was that good?”
I gave a little groan, and he smiled at me.
“I take it that was a yes.”
“Oh,” I moaned. “Oh yes.”
He laughed. Still in his shirt and pants, he lay down beside me. I smiled and snuggled closer. We lay together for a while, my arms around him, his head on the pillow beside mine. Then I rolled onto my side and looked down at him, my fingers stroking his head.
He looked up at me sleepily and smiled. “What?” he asked.
“You’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” he said. He sounded touched. I kissed his mouth, our lips clinging with a mix of tenderness and longing rekindled. We had so much to discover of each other.
***
I lay beside Hayley and thought she was the most beautiful woman ever. Those fine curves, pale skin, her sweetly-scented body. I wanted her more than I could remember wanting anyone.
I sat up and looked down at her. She was smiling. At that moment I would have done anything for that smile. Bright and beautiful, it filled her sweet face and lit her eyes like precious jewels.
She rolled onto her back and I felt my groin leap with an undeniable message. I started to unfasten my shirt.
“Let me,” she said.
I sat on the bed, my body trembling, as her pale fingers undid the buttons one by one. They fumbled slightly, as if she was not used to doing it, and the thought sent fresh longing to my loins.
When it was complete, she kissed me. I felt my heart melt and my loins fill and I drew her to my chest, crushing her sweet, soft body against my naked self. The feeling of her soft breasts, cool and satiny, against my skin was like a magic substance—intoxicating and addictive. I tightened my grip until she moaned.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed, loosening it at once. “Did I hurt you?”
She smiled, her lovely face looking up at me from under disarrayed hair. “No,” she said. “I want you.”
Well, that was enough for me. I kissed her and, kissing her, pushed her back onto the bed. I moved myself over her body. My loins were stirring, my cock hard and throbbing with need. I slid on top of her and knelt between her knees.
“Yes?” I whispered.
She was lying back, prone, waiting for me. “Yes.”
I slid into her. I thought I would die. Her warmth and wetness enveloped me, and I withdrew and pushed in, loving the way it felt when her body held me in its warm, secret place.
I didn’t think any more after that. All I thought about was thrusting into her again and again and again. My body jerked and twitched and leaped with the wonderful feedback from my nerves and then my brain was flooding with sensation, my body lost to everything but the jerking, shuddering, shaking wonder of my orgasm.
I collapsed.
Her arms held me and I pulsed in her again and lay still.
I think I slept. The last I remember until morning was rolling off and her lips on my mouth.