The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 207: Inside of you

Chapter 207: Inside of you

Beatrix jerked him down harder, eager to feel as much of him as possible. She gripped his hair, tugging lightly and tried to climb him to get even more of his body on hers. Rhys groaned and pushed her dress up to grab her ass.

"Fuck, are you wearing underwear?" he growled in her ear.

"Maybe," Beatrix answered while sucking her bottom lip. "I bet you want to find out."

A man cleared his throat and both Beatrix and Rhys looked over to find the valet driver. He held out the key to Rhys. "Your car."

Rhys nodded once and untangled himself from Beatrix, just to get her into the passenger side of the car. Beatrix spread her legs to tease him and he groaned when he spotted the little thong she’d put on.

He got in the driver’s side, buckled, then started the car before rubbing up Beatrix’s leg. She bit her lip and spread her legs a little wider. "So now you want to touch?"

"There is never a time I don’t want to touch you, sweetheart," he replied.

"You didn’t seem very eager since you moved in with me," she answered with a pout.

Rhys chuckled then stroked over her panties. Beatrix’s thighs closed around his hand, almost trying to keep him out despite how much she liked his touch. Rhys pulled her thighs apart at a red light, then continued rubbing her clit through her damp panties.

"I knew if I started, I wouldn’t stop," he growled.

Beatrix’s back arched and she lifted her hips to get more of his touch. Still, he kept his fingers too light. Beatrix groaned. "Touch me like you mean it."

"So demanding tonight," Rhys said in a low, graveling voice.

"You said you were going to have me pleased before we got back to my house," Beatrix murmured, still shy to talk dirty at all.

Rhys grinned, then pushed her underwear out of the way. "So you want to come for my fingers?"

"Yes," she moaned, her eyes fluttering as two of his fingers circled her clit. He sucked his fingers and put them back on her clit, rubbing and teasing her with light strokes that made Beatrix’s whole body hot and eager. "Oh, Rhys!"

"Such a good girl for me. Are you going to be nice and loud?"

"Yes!" Beatrix yowled, her voice getting higher as Rhys continued to tease her. "Please, please, more."

"Greedy too," Rhys chuckled.

"For you, yes," Beatrix moaned.

Rhys pumped his fingers into Beatrix’s pussy. She gasped. She was so wet, they could both hear it as his fingers moved in and out of her tight entrance. She gripped the seat as he did a ’come here’ motion inside her, rubbing her G-spot perfectly. Beatrix moaned and her head arched back as her legs spread wider.

"Oh, just like ... yes. Yes!" She yelled.

"Come for me, Beatrix. Come hard and loud for my fingers and you’ll get my cock the second we’re inside."

Beatrix let out a wild moan as her pussy tightened around Rhys’s fingers. She felt like she was dissolving in ecstasy as the orgasm swept through her, curling her toes and fingers. Her eyes rolled back and her hips lifted from the seat.

By the time she came down from the high, they were sitting in her driveway. She bit her bottom lip as her thighs trembled around Rhys’s hand. He slowly drew back and sucked his fingers while watching Beatrix. The hunger and need in his eyes only magnified how empty she felt.

"I .." The words wouldn’t leave her tongue.

"You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?" Rhys asked. She nodded while nibbling her bottom lip. Rhys grinned. "Then you have to get out of the car."

Beatrix hurried out of the car and Rhys swatted her ass at the door. She groaned and reached back to feel him through his pants while unlocking the door. They second they were inside, Rhys unzipped her dress so it pooled around her ankles. She stared down at it.

Rhys groaned. "Only the thong?"

"Only the thong and my heels," Beatrix answered, carefully stepping over her dress and turning around to face Rhys as he ripped his shirt off. He tried twice to catch her, but she darted for the bedroom. "I thought you were eager!"

He tackled her onto the bed and kissed her hungrily as he pinned her to the bed. "I thought you were crazy for me all day, why are you running?"

"To see if you’d catch me," she panted.

Rhys groaned and kissed down her breasts while she fumbled with his pants, ripping his belt through the loop and pulling at his zipper, dragging it down. It took work, but she finally got him naked as he continued kissing down her body hungrily.

"I need to be inside you, sweetheart," he growled. "I can’t wait anymore."

"Please, Rhys," Beatrix begged.

He tore her panties, actually ripping the side so they fell out of the way. Rhys groaned, spread her legs wide, then slammed into her. Beatrix’s back arched and she groaned while fisting the sheets under her.

"Fuck, you’re so damn perfect. So warm, so ..." he groaned and finished his sentence against her lips as he kissed her.

Beatrix dragged her nails down his back, moaning as his tongue teased hers. He drew back and thrusted again, and again, slowly upping the pace as he grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around his hips.

"Oh, yes! Rhys, Rhys!" She yelled, digging her nails into his shoulders as she lifted her hips to take him deeper.

Rhys groaned and nipped the top of her breast, sucking the same spot and stroking over the indents left in her skin by his teeth. Rhys panted and lifted his head to kiss her hungrily. "Fuck, you have no idea how good you feel. So damn good."

"All yours," Beatrix panted, her back arching as she locked her ankles around Rhys’s back.

He panted and nodded against her neck. After another minute, he pinned her thighs down, then flipped her over, putting her on her knees. Rhys jerked her back, so she was practically riding him and jerked her down.

"Oh, god. You’re so deep!" She whined.

"This is where I belong, deep inside you, sweetheart. I want to be here constantly," he growled before kissing up her neck.

Beatrix turned to meet his eyes and their lips molded together. They kissed hungrily as Rhys’s hand slid down her belly to rub her clit in quick motions. She moaned and bounced on him, circling her hips and grinding down against him.

"Yes, Beatrix. Take me how you need," he growled.

She did. Every moan, every scream belonged to him until she came apart. Rhys adjusted them, so she was on her elbows and knees as he slammed into her again and again, overwhelming her with every thrust until she came a second time, exploding with ecstasy just as Rhys jerked out and came on her back.

They panted together as Rhys rolled her over so they could cuddle. He kissed across her forehead, then her mouth. "You’re everything I need, Beatrix. You are everything."

She moaned and kissed him back, slowly, drawing out every stroke of their tongues until they’d stopped panting. She sighed and nuzzled his neck. "You’re wonderful, Rhys."

"And I’ll keep proving that I’m not going to waste this second change, sweetheart. This is just the start," he promised.