“You don’t have to be shy,” he said. “Not with me.”
Alice bit her lip. “I know. And modesty is a social construct anyway.”
“Every part of you is beautiful, Allie. Inside and out.”
That was something people always said. But with Allie, it was true. Her outside checked all his boxes. From the big brown eyes to the full lips and curvy little figure . . . yep. Every box. But the other parts of her, the parts inside that made Alice Alice, that’s where the indescribable beauty was. Her heart. Her soul. Her amazing mind and intellect. He couldn’t see these things. But their beauty was real. Solid. Almost tangible.
“Beau?”
“What, darlin’?”
“I, erm . . . haven’t really . . .”
“Haven’t really what?”
Alice sighed. “I haven’t really . . . Well, it’s just that . . .”
Good Lord. He broke out in a light sweat. Alice wasn’t a virgin, was she?
“I haven’t really groomed to today’s ridiculous societal standards,” Alice said.
“Groomed?”
“My pubic area.”
Whew! He’d misunderstood. Allie wasn’t a virgin. “Darlin’, women are beautiful. Specifically, you are beautiful. And I want to see every gorgeous natural inch of you.”
He meant every word.
Alice smiled and seemed to relax. “In that case . . .”
She slowly opened her knees, and Beau found himself looking at a bit of heaven. And even though he wouldn’t have thought it, the crotchless panties were a huge turn-on. “Those panties,” he said. “They frame your pu—”
He caught himself. Alice probably preferred he use the proper verbiage.
“They frame your vagina”—the word caught in his throat a little, which was stupid—“very well.”
“Vulva,” Alice said.
It was hard, but Beau wrenched his eyes away from Alice’s vagina so he could try to figure out what she’d just said. “Pardon?”
“Vulva,” Alice said. “The vagina is the interior. It’s inside. The vulva is the outside and it is comprised of the labia—”
“Which is where, Miss Martin?”
“You know where the labia are, Beau. Surely,” Alice said.
The blush on her cheeks had spread to her chest. And Beau absolutely knew, but he wanted Alice to show him. He wanted to see her pretty fingers on her pretty pink pus—
Vulva.
“I’m afraid you need to show me.”
Alice bit her lip and slowly ran a hand down between her legs to touch her labia. And it was such a fucking rush. It made Beau so hard he thought he might break his damn zipper.
“Oh, I see,” he said, swallowing as Alice’s fingers spread her labia apart.
“And here’s the vaginal opening,” she said, running a finger between her labia to the opening below.
Would she actually dip a finger in? Because he was going to lose it if she did.
“And even though you’ve already stated that you know where it is,” Alice said, running her finger back up. “This is the clitoris.”
Alice rubbed her finger in small circles right next to the little bull’s-eye. Holy shit. This was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen. And he’d seen some things.
“I usually need a vibrator to climax,” Alice said softly. “Do you want me to get one?”
That was definitely going on his bucket list. But not tonight. He was going to show her that a vibrator wasn’t necessary when he was around. “No, darlin’. I’m going to take care of you.”
He didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to hold himself back. He needed to taste this woman. And he needed to do it now.
Alice moved her finger, spread her legs wider, and clasped the back of Beau’s neck as he lowered his head. He kissed the inside of her thigh. And even though he was anxious to get to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, he took his time, enjoying the sensation of Alice’s smooth skin on his lips and tongue.
Her breaths came quickly, like a panting puppy’s, as he kissed his way up to the opening in the crotchless panties. He opened his eyes and saw that she was looking at him. No. Actually, she wasn’t just looking. She was watching.
There was a difference.
He held her gaze as he dragged his tongue up her leg. When he got to the little slit in her panties—which was wide open—he heard her breath hitch. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in anticipation.
He blew lightly on her skin, making her tremble. Good Lord, she was so responsive. So fucking sensitive. He wanted to strum her like a guitar.
Actually, he wasn’t all that good on a guitar. He was way better at this.
He slowly extended his tongue and gave her clit the lightest, feathery lick.
Alice gasped when she finally felt Beau’s tongue. And even though she wanted to keep watching, because wow, what a freaking turn-on it was to watch Beau, she couldn’t keep her eyes open.
They were closing of their own free will, and her legs were spreading wider, and her back was arching, and her skin was tingly. In other words, she had literally zero self-control.
Beau was in control. And it was exhilarating. She hadn’t realized how heavy self-restraint was. With it gone, she was lighter than air. Losing control was freeing, and she couldn’t imagine feeling this way with anyone other than Beau. She trusted him.
His big, warm hands pressed against her inner thighs, opening her wider and getting her in the position that he wanted her in. And it was totally hot. She was at his mercy. This was very different than masturbating with a vibrator.
Alice could usually achieve orgasm with a vibrator within a matter of a few minutes, but Beau was going to get her there even quicker. She was already tingling and buzzing, and if he didn’t alter what he was doing in some fashion . . .
She didn’t care. This man could do whatever the heck he wanted to her. She was just going to lean back and enjoy the ride, which was a very un-Alice-like
