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He grinned like a schoolboy at her, finding himself unable to stop. This is what he missed—this easy chatting and even easier comfort. He held out his hand to her. "Come on."
After a moment of hesitation, she slid her hand into his, her fingers threading with his, and he led her inside.
John still wasn't home, but Beau wasn't really expecting him to be home. The first thing he did was crank up the A/C; it was like standing on the sun in there.
"You can take the first shower," he told Vee, showing her into the bathroom and finding her a fresh towel. "Do you need anything else?"
She looked down at her dusty and sweaty clothes. "Do you have something I can change in to?"
"Yeah, of course. Get out of those clothes and I'll put them through the wash."
She raised an eyebrow in challenge but began pulling off her shirt. Instead of turning away to get her some clean clothes, he found himself leaning against the doorjamb, watching the show. She pulled the running shirt over her head and stopped. The air suddenly crackled with need—his, hers, theirs for one another. Without breaking eye contact, she stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and shimmied out of them. His cock jerked to attention, lengthening and hardening at the sight of her. Despite being sunk to the hilt less than an hour ago, he found himself wanting more.
He stepped inside the room and shut the bathroom door. "Lose the bra," he told her, watching as she seemed to shiver. His tone had changed, his dominant side coming out to play. If she was going to tease him, he was going to make her pay. "I'm waiting," he added when she only stared at him.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra, sliding the straps from her shoulders, pulling the cups down to expose her beautiful breasts. They were heavy and ripe, and he found himself stepping toward her without conscious thought. He cupped one breast, then the other, running his thumb over the nipple. Vee moaned and arched into his touch like a kitten seeking affection. He leaned down, sucking one breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the taut peak in the center. She tasted faintly of sweat, sunshine, and roses. Her hands slivered into his hair, holding him to her.
"Yes," she moaned.
Taking her by the waist, he picked her up and placed her on the bathroom counter. He kissed her then, trailing his mouth down her neck, her shoulder, and to her breasts again. He feasted on her, greedily taking every little moan and gasp she'd give him. He ran his hands up her thighs, his fingers digging in when they reached the top. Fuck, he needed to taste her. He slid his hands under her legs and gave a little tug. She slid forward, her ass precariously placed on the edge. Getting down onto his knees, he spread her wide, then pushed aside her panties, exposing her pussy to him.
He licked his lips. "So sweet," he said, his voice low and hoarse. He slid a finger around her core before spreading her arousal over her clit. He looked up to find her watching him, her eyes heavy, her chest pumping up and down, up and down with increasing intensity.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"I want you to taste me," she replied, her eyes burning hotter and hotter with a fire he had started—he had stoked.
With a wicked grin, he leaned forward and gave her exactly what she wanted.
It wasn't long before she came long and hard against his mouth. He drank her in, swallowing her down greedily. His cock was straining hard against his jeans now, almost to the point of pain, but he was determined to give her at least one more orgasm before he would get any relief. From experience, he knew she couldn't come again from clitoral stimulation, which meant he had to try something else.
Standing up, he kissed her on the mouth, making her purr when she tasted herself on his lips. He lifted her from the counter and turned her around, his arms winding across her stomach to hold her against him. His erection was persistent against his fly, and he found himself jerking his hips into her ass, trying to get some sort of relief. Vee tried to reach around him, but he stopped her.
"Not until you come again," he told her, stepping away and pushing against the small of her back, forcing her into a ninety-degree bend at the waist. He divested her of her underwear, taking a moment to enjoy the view. She was glistening for him. He slid one finger then two into her pussy, feeling the muscles clench around him.
"Fold your arms in front of you and rest your cheek on them," he said, waiting for her sweet submission. With his fingers still inside her, he leaned over her until his mouth was against her ear and then he started to move. He fucked her with his hand, whispering dirty things into her ear as he did.
"When you come, keep your eyes on me," he said, staring at her reflection. "Only on me. Do you understand?"
She nodded with a whimper, her beautiful eyes fixed on his face. Beau felt her orgasm coming—her muscles bunching up and tightening. With one final thrust, he curled his index and middle fingers, hitting her G-spot and setting off an orgasm he swore he could feel in his own cock. Vee screamed his name as she came, the word falling out of her mouth like a benediction. It made him feel pretty damn untouchable. When she finally stopped shaking, he helped her stand, rubbing her lower back. He kissed her neck, looking at the color in her cheeks and throat.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "Now, how about that shower?"
* * *
Evangeline knew she should leave—justcall a taxi to take her to the train station or something, but being in Beau's arms had always been her haven. She watched him as he washed her, caressing her body and placing small kisses on her neck and shoulders as he moved down her torso. His fingers lingered on the underside of her breasts, sliding down, down, down until they reached the juncture between her thighs. She still couldn't believe he hadn't found his own release yet. He had given her two earth-shattering orgasms, and he was still waiting. His cock stood straight and hard, jutting out and brushing against her as he worked. She bit her lip then looked up when his hand wrapped around its base. He stroked himself a few times.
Reaching out, she traced her fingertips over the head, loving the way it jerked in response. Lowering herself onto her knees, she took over for him, wrapping her fingers around his cock. The spray of the shower was hitting her square at the top of her shoulders, the water running like a river down her back. Leaning forward, she wrapped her mouth around his head and swallowed him down.
"Fuck, Vee," he said on a growl, thrusting his hips forward, matching her pace. When she groaned, he pushed harder, farther, until his cock was touching the back of her throat. "I miss your lack of gag reflex," he said, placing a hand on either side of her head and working his hips faster. She opened her mouth wider, despite the pain it caused her jaw, and took him all. After a few seconds, he stopped and lifted her from the shower floor. He spun her around, then pressed her against the glass wall. Across from the shower was a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and she watched them in the reflection. Her breasts were straining against the shower door, her whole body flush—from the heat, from Beau. He towered behind her, his hands moving down her body, touching, caressing, loving her. She rolled her head back against his shoulder, getting lost in the feel of his hands.
He slid a finger into her pussy, rubbing her clit before positioning his cock there. He entered her in one, slow, agonizing movement, both of them groaning in unison. Vee couldn't take her eyes off them, watching the way he drove into her, how he peppered her with small kisses and whispered how good she felt in her ear. It wasn't too long before the next orgasm crested, and she fell over the edge moaning Beau's name. Two pumps later, he was chasing her, his hips finally slowing to a stop.
Wordlessly, he pulled out and picked up the body wash, proceeding to clean her once more. Stunned and a little dazed, she let him wash away the suds. Turning off the water, he bundled her into a towel first, then wrapped another around his hips before picking her up and taking her to his bedroom.
* * *
"Your clothes should bedry by now." Beau's low, sated voice made Evangeline’s eyes open slowly.
