Page 85 of Suddenly Beck
I stop in front of the object, looking down curiously.
‘Happy Birthday, Nat.’ He smiles, and I can see he’s a little nervous.
Reaching out, I draw the cloth off slowly and can’t help the sharp intake of my breath. The material slithers across the cool metal and slips from my lax fingers to pool on the floor. My eyes widen as I take in every tiny, painstaking, and intricate detail.
‘Beck,’ I whisper in awe.
‘Do you like it?’ he asks quietly.
‘I love it,’ I breathe.
It’s one of his bronzes, but it’s me. He’s sculpted me rising up out of the foaming waves, my back arched lithely, my naked torso thrust forward, and my head falling back with my eyes closed. My hands are outstretched and palms facing upward, my curling hair whips back from my serene face in an unseen wind. Every line and curve of my body is a detailed replica of me, right down to the ‘V’ shape of my pelvis. The waves rising around me, show the rounded curves of the top of my buttocks and hover just above where my cock begins, showing a hint of pubes. It’s scandalous and sexy, and so powerful. It’s utterly beautiful, and I’m absolutely floored by his talent.
‘Is this how you see me?’ I whisper hoarsely.
‘Yes.’ He reaches out and strokes the statue. ‘I began sculpting it the day I met you, and it began to take shape the more I learned every inch of your body.’ He turns to stare at me. ‘I know your face and your body so well; I could sculpt you with my eyes closed.’
‘Beck,’ I choke, absolutely speechless.
‘This is how I see you, Nat,’ he says quietly. ‘Beautiful, powerful, and sexy. I watched you that day, I saw you step onto the beach and tilt your head to the rain, catching the raindrops in your palms as the sea roared around you wildly. I remember thinking to myself that you looked like a young god commanding the waves.’ He turns back to glance at the statue again with a smile. ‘I call this one Poseidon.’
‘It’s incredible, Beck.’ I reach out to touch it, running my fingertips down the torso to the groin.
‘I called Ellen at the Dalton Gallery,’ he tells me with a bashful smile.
‘You did?’ I reply.
‘Yeah.’ He grins adorably. ‘I did what you said. I told her I wouldn’t be able to offer a full collection until next year, and she agreed when I told her about the new pieces I’d be working on.’
‘New pieces?’
‘I’m doing more pieces to go alongside Poseidon. It’s going to be a kind of Gods of the Ocean theme. If you don’t mind lending me your one to be displayed.’
‘Of course not.’ I smile. ‘Beck, I’m so proud of you,’ I breathe again stepping into him and wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his.
‘You’re my muse, Nat,’ he murmurs against my lips. ‘You’re all I see…’ He slides his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. ‘You’re all I want.’
It’s a slow, sexy slide, keeping pace with the thudding of my heart. There’s none of the frantic desperation there usually is between us. It’s deeper, slower, hotter, like wading through thick syrupy molasses. My head falls back as he trails open mouthed kisses down my throat. My back arches, almost mirroring the statue sitting beside us, and thrusting my pelvis against his. I can feel the hot, hard length of him rubbing against me, and I want him, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life… he’s everything.
His mouth returns to mine, and he kisses me wetly, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I pull back, breathing deeply and shivering. ‘Make love to me, Beck,’ I beg against his mouth. ‘Please.’
I almost expect him to throw me down on the sofa, which, to be fair, probably needs reupholstering by now, or to bend me over the table, or even press me against the wall, all of which we’ve done, several times. Instead, he pulls back, his hazel eyes blazing to almost hot green. He tugs my hands, pulling me from the room.
By the time we climb the stairs and reach his bedroom, I’m aching for him. We kick shoes off, strip socks and shirts and fall to the bed. His mouth is on mine again as his delicious weight presses down on me. I unbutton his jeans, sliding my hands down the back of the loose material into his briefs and cupping his firm arse cheeks, massaging them as he rocks against me. Feeling bolder, I slide my finger down the length of his crease, pressing the tip to his tight furled hole and massaging it gently. I’m rewarded with his deep guttural moan in my mouth. I haven’t played with his arse yet, but I want to. I don’t know if he’s bottomed before, but I’m desperate to own every inch of his body just like he owns mine.
Just as I’m tempted to reach for the lube so I can slide my finger into his tight hole, he pulls back, shoving the rest of his clothes down his legs and kicks them away, so he’s standing gloriously nude and erect in the moonlight pouring through the window.
He’s so beautiful and all mine.
He leans in and strips my jeans and boxers, leaving me naked for his hungry eyes. I reach for him, but instead, he starts at my ankles, kissing his way slowly upwards, spreading my legs, until his reaches the apex of my thighs. He presses in, nips lightly at my balls before spreading my cheeks and thrusting his tongue into my hole.
I moan loudly as he settles between my spread legs and begins rimming me with a single-minded dedication. I fist my hands in the sheets, determined not to take my cock in my hand, no matter how much it aches. I want this to last as long as possible. I don’t want him to ever stop touching me.
I’m unconsciously rocking against his face now as he groans low, and I can see him grinding into the bed, trying to seek some relief for his painfully hard dick. He’s so turned on I think incredulously, he’s turned on from tonging me.
He reaches up and grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside, and before I can do anything more than grunt, he slides those beautiful long, talented fingers inside me and curls them, immediately hitting my prostate and working it masterfully.
I can’t do anything but arch helplessly into his touch, my knees falling open wider and giving him more access, desperately riding his hand as he fingers me open. I cry out again, my eyes tightly closed, and my mouth open at the intense wave of pleasure.