Page 67 of Embracing the Beat
We shift until she straddles me, our tongues tangling while I lift the hem of her shirt, tugging it off impatiently. She’s not wearing a bra, so her breasts thrust toward me, begging for my touch. I don’t hesitate to pull her closer, pressing against her upper back and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. Her head falls back, and I groan as her hips slide back and forth across my dick. Even through our clothes, her heat sears me, and my dick presses insistently against the fabric of my pants, desperate to be inside her.
“West.”
My name on her lips is the sexiest sound, intensified when she whimpers as she drags her pussy against my erection.
“Please,” she murmurs.
My hands fall to her ass, squeezing her through the cotton of her shorts before trailing down to run a finger along the center of her panties.
“You’re soaked,” I groan, pushing the fabric aside to slide one finger, then two, into her pussy, and grin when she grinds down and rides my hand.
I circle her clit with my thumb, and the walls surrounding my fingers spasm. Lifting my hips slightly, I stop touching her long enough to tug my pants down, my cock springing free and into her waiting hand.
“Fuck,” I groan as she squeezes.
Thank god she’s on birth control. The thought of stopping to grab a condom makes my head spin, and I grit my teeth while her hand and her hips work to line me up at her entrance. While I hold the fabric of her panties to the side, she lowers herself inch by agonizing inch until I’m fully seated inside her.
I flex my hips up, grinding my pelvic bone against her clit, loving the moan that works its way out of her throat. My orgasm is building in my spine, heightened by the way her breasts bounce in front of me as she seeks her own pleasure.
“Pinch your nipples,” I demand, holding her against me.
“W-w-what?” Her eyes flutter open, dazed and glassy as her own orgasm builds.
“Now,” I growl.
She lifts her hands, pinching at both nipples lightly.
“Harder.”
She obeys, twisting at them, and her walls spasm again, but this time around my dick.
“Don’t stop,” I warn her.
My hand releases her hip, and I move my fingers to her clit.
Her pussy squeezes me like a vise, and my balls tighten with the need to come.
“West,” she whimpers, her hips losing their rhythm as they lift up and down.
“I need you to come, baby. Right the fuck now. You hear me?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nods, tendrils of her hair escaping her bun to slither along her neck.
Her mouth opens on her next moan, her pussy milking my orgasm out of me as I lose track of everything but her. Her walls tighten, and at the weight of her body against mine, the sight of her as her chin tilts up, exposing the tendons in her neck as she comes—I don’t hold back. I can’t. Pistoning my hips, I work both of us through our orgasms until we’re spent. She drops her hands from her breasts before leaning against me, her forehead resting on my shoulder while her breath skates across my chest through my t-shirt.
I drop my lips to her hair and rub my hands along her back.
“I think I like The Blue Planet,” she says, surprising a laugh from me.
“Me too, baby, me too.” Although I’ve never experienced watching it like that.
“West? You here?”
Michaela and I both freeze at the voice coming from the front door. The ending credits of the first episode roll, and in about five seconds, Kelly will be in the room with us.
“Shit. My mom.” Michaela squeaks, scrambling off my lap and tugging her sleep shorts back in to place while I hastily pull up my pants.
She puts her shirt back on, but I don’t have time to warn her that it’s inside out and backward, the tag facing out under her chin.
