Free Healing Beau (The Brothers of Beauford Bend Book 6) by Alicia Hunter Pace Page B

most miraculous thing that had happened to Christian so far in this life occurred. Beau stripped off every stitch of his clothes and stood before her in all his broad shouldered, muscled, tapered-waist perfection.
    He was Adonis, Chris Hemsworth, and the boy she’d loved her whole life, all rolled into one.
    And best of all, his penis stood at attention like a beefeater outside Buckingham Palace. She’d never touched a penis—which was part of the reason her attempts to lose her virginity had come to nothing. She’d been waiting to touch this penis—and she was done waiting.
    She rolled to her side and held out her hand. “I’ll have that now, please,” she said primly.
    He laughed a warm, easy laugh that washed over her and made her love for him increase at least tenfold.
    “Yes, please.” He stepped closer to the edge of the bed so she could take it in her hands.
    It felt so right to hold his pulsating penis—warm, smooth, and throbbing with a life of its own. She stroked and rubbed, fascinated with how she could make him moan with pleasure each time it jerked against her palms. She grew bolder, increasing the friction even as she gently cupped his testicles.
    “Good, so good. Yes. That’s right. Perfect,” he moaned when she found the rhythm that made him tremble until he had to grab the headboard to steady himself.
    “I want to make you feel good,” she whispered, so as not to break the moment.
    “Oh, you do. You do.”
    “I love this. I could do it forever.” And that was true. If she could do nothing but lie here fully clothed touching Beau like this, making him groan with pleasure until she starved to death, she would die in paradise.
    “I could let you do it forever.” He laughed a little. “I have perfect control. It would have been over a long time ago for most men.”
    Christian was at a loss as to how to describe the emotion that came over her then—love, gratitude, lust. Maybe all of that. Suddenly, she wanted to do more, had to do more, had to have the perfect intimate moment. Not only had she never done such a thing before, but she also would have never imagined she’d be ready right now—but she’d read plenty of books with her hand between her legs and her mind on Beau. And in the books, one thing was always sure: No matter how the woman went about it, the man never thought there was a wrong way.
    She rolled closer to edge of the bed, urged him nearer, and took his penis in her mouth.
    The sound Beau made was somewhere between anguish and rapture—and she knew it wasn’t anguish. She concentrated on the taste. Salty, maybe a little metallic, like clean sweat. And there seemed to be a small drop of something at the end—not enough for the Big Finish. Just a little leak. She’d read about that, too. She flicked at it with her tongue.
    “Damn, Christian!” he growled, and his knees buckled a little.
    She backed out. “Should I stop?”
    “No! For God’s sake, no.” Now that was a sound of agony. She slid her tongue up and down the base and then around the head. “Ahh.” He sighed contentedly.
    But she didn’t want him content. She wanted him in heaven, so she took him fully in her mouth again and began to suck in earnest.
    He took her hand and guided it to the base. “Do this. Hard.” And with his hand over hers he set the rhythm.
    Christian began to suspect that this might be the moment. And she was okay with that, even if this was all there would be, even if she left this room still a virgin. She hadn’t come in the room feeling that way, but it was different now. She wanted to give him pleasure, to make him happy, and that was all that mattered—all that had ever mattered.
    But then he pulled back. “No more.”
    He pulled her to her feet, and just for a moment, she thought he was stopping. But then he pulled her sweater over her head, threw it on the floor, and pulled her pants down around her ankles. “That’s better.” He eased her onto to her back and finished