“I know,” I murmur the same words back to him. Same as him, I just know. That means I trust that Beck will not hurt me.

The effect on Beck is immediate. I feel his dick swell and beat against me. He closes his eyes, he takes in a deep breath, and when he opens them again, he says, “Christ…I want this so bad.”

My answer is to spread my legs, raise my knees, and cradle him closer into me. I can feel wetness seeping out, my body more than ready to take this to the next level. Beck bends his head, places his mouth against mine, and breathes into me. He rotates his hips, and as if our bodies recognize exactly where they are supposed to be, the head of his cock presses into my opening. Beck thrusts against me gently, pushing in and working out in short, slow movements, and the feeling is exquisite. He feels so much warmer, the heat of his bare skin sliding against mine.

My pulse fires out of control over the emotion and intimacy of this moment. It’s the first time I’ve taken a man inside of me with absolutely no barriers between our bodies, but more important…with nothing between our souls. We are as naked as we will ever be, bared and stripped to nothing but our basic need for each other.

“Beck,” I murmur as he pushes in deeper. My legs press in hard against his ribs, I tilt my hips, and try to drag him in further.

A huge breath gusts out of his mouth, flutters across my face. He rotates his hips…slides deeper into me.

“Jesus,” he groans almost as if he’s in pain. “Nothing should feel this good, Sela. Do you know how dangerous it is to both of us to feel this good?”

My arms loop over his shoulders, circle around his neck, and I pull him to me. His chest mashes against my breasts, his cheek touches mine. “No going back now,” I murmur.

Beck lifts his head…peers down at me with his brow furrowed. His tongue comes out, licks at his lower lip, and with a sharp punch of his hips, he slams all the way in. My neck arches and I suck in breath.

Oh my God. Holy God.

I almost burst apart as my pussy melts around him, settles in, and hugs him deep. My heart stutters…seizes up and then almost expands in a sigh of relief.

Beck stays completely still inside of me. He breathes in deeply, closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them up again, he gives me a sheepish grin. “I’m afraid to move. Afraid I might embarrass myself and blow my load in about two nanoseconds.”

I giggle. Pretty sure it’s the one and only time in my life I’ve ever done something so girlie. Beck laughs huskily and kisses me hard. He doesn’t move an inch from his waist down but just kisses me deeply with thorough possession. When he pulls away, he tentatively circles his hips, grinding into me.

“Fuck,” Beck mutters, and drops his forehead to mine again. “Yup…not going to last long.”

My hands go into his hair and I massage his scalp, incredibly touched and turned on over his reaction to me.

To the woman that his friend and business partner had made untouchable for so long.

“Beck?” I tug on his hair, pull his face away from mine.

He moves reluctantly and looks down at me with that same abashed look. I tilt my hips, clench my internal muscles around his dick, and then rub my thumbs into his scalp.

“Let go,” I command him softly. “Fuck me hard and come as fast as you want.”

“Don’t want to leave you behind,” he mutters.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him, relax, and clench my muscles again.

His jaw locks tight, his eyes go molten, and he pushes his torso up off me. I loosen my hold around his neck and Beck shifts with a grunt as his hands come to the backs of my thighs. He pushes my legs up, spreads them wide, and then uses leverage against them to pull his hips back and slam forward again.

I’m amazed at the pure pleasure that morphs his face from a man who’s infinitely gorgeous to a creature who takes my breath away. So goddamned beautiful.

“Hang on,” he says tightly, and then he starts to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.

He called it right.

He doesn’t last long, and although I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my entire life, the pleasure for him is too much to bear and he pulls away from me in a race to the finish. He grunts with every thrust, squeezes his eyes shut, and then mutters, “I’m sorry, Sela” before he presses in deep and releases hot within me.

Beck’s body visibly shudders, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tightening in ecstasy, and then he throws his head back with a long groan of relief.

And it is without a doubt the most sensually beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I watch him in fascination, for the first time understanding just how stunning this experience is to me. I want to freeze this moment, the way he looks right now, and commit it to the forefront of my eternal memory.

Beck opens his eyes, stares directly at me, and lets out a huff of breath. Then his eyes narrow as his teeth bite down on his lower lip. Resolve, lust, and determination in such infinite measure burn straight through me.

“Your turn now,” he says, and quickly pulls out of me. He scrambles backward, spreads my legs, and flops to the mattress. In one fluid move, his face drops and his mouth latches on to my pussy. His tongue presses against my clit and he licks at me roughly.

My hands slap in surprised pleasure to the sides of his head, and while I feel his semen leaking out of me, Beck proceeds to bring me to a massively quick and powerful orgasm that has me screaming out his name.

Chapter 18

Beck

Oh man…could she be any more adorable right at this moment?

And sexy?

Yes, Sela with her hands buried deep in a turkey’s ass is a complete turn-on to me. This is so because she has no idea what she’s doing but she’s dedicated to the mission. Her brows are furrowed as she leans to the side of the turkey roaster and peers down at her smartphone that’s sitting on the counter, checking the instructions for about the fifth time. Her tongue sticks out the side of her mouth as she contemplates the instructions versus her actions.

Her gaze goes from phone to turkey, back again to the phone. She continues pushing stuffing into the cavity with precise effort.

Her dedication to the job reminds me of last night and the filthy things we did.

Utterly fucking filthy.

While fucking Sela without barriers has now become possibly my favorite thing in the world to do, I changed it up on her last night as we made our way into bed. It had been a long day and we were tired. We had cleaned the condo and went grocery shopping for our Thanksgiving Day meal. Sela spent most of the early evening planning everything out, pulling up instructions, and setting out ingredients in tiny clusters all over the kitchen. She insisted on making the pies last night while I watched TV, and finally I had to pull her out of the kitchen when she suggested perhaps peeling the potatoes before going to bed. I’d waited enough for her and was horny as hell.