Beth Michele - Scarred Beautiful

We say our goodbyes and I watch her drive away in that Volkswagen Jetta, the same car she’s had for the last ten years, but at least now she’s got new hair to go with it. She’s also got an envelope filled with money that I slipped into her purse. I knew if I gave her a check she would rip it up, so now at least she’ll have some extra money when she needs it.

A surge of excitement rolls through me knowing I’m on my way back to see Matt and of course, I get to play with his car for just a bit longer. I won’t tell him that I put the pedal to the metal a couple of times to see just how fast his baby could go.

The drive back to the hotel is mesmerizing, the sky a pool of soft pinks, bright oranges, and deep blues drowning in one another to create an abstract work of art. I’ve always found beauty in the sky but tonight it seems that much more stunning. Mom’s words ring in my ears, ‘Everything’s magnified when you feel.’ I suppose she’s right.

When I’m about two minutes from the hotel I text Matt to let him know that his car and I are back, and in one piece. While he may not admit it, I’m sure he was nervous about his car.

I round the circle and meet the valet attendant, who is once again drooling as I pull up. You would think he’d be accustomed to luxury cars, but for some reason this particular one seems to get his juices flowing. He comes around and opens my door and I hand him the key before he quickly gets in and speeds off toward the garage.

I giggle and shake my head at his eagerness only to turn and find the world has fallen silent around me. I stare at Matt, winded, my heart stuttering in my chest at the mere sight of him. I’m suddenly seventeen years old again, opening the door to the boy I’ve been crushing on who’s finally taking me out on a date. He’s standing against the copper doors with a white dress shirt hanging loosely over a pair of faded blue jeans, hair slightly mussed as if he’s been running his fingers through it, hands deep in his pockets. His dimple is puckered from his smile and his blue eyes are sparkling with the night sky.

I’d like my peas now, please.

I’m crawling out of my skin and think my watch might explode like in one of those James Bond 007 flicks if I look at it one more time. Fran’s only been gone for six hours yet it feels like forever. I’ve missed her like crazy today and I can’t wait to see her smile, talk with her, kiss her lips, hold her close.

I’m surprised I was able to focus on my presentation after she left. The entire time I was speaking to the audience, I was thinking about Fran, glancing over at the empty seat beside Peyton and wishing I was looking into her eyes, my heart tight with a longing I haven’t felt before.

So the moment she texts me, I run a marathon to get down to the lobby and wait for her, tapping my foot against the sidewalk and biting the inside of my lip in anticipation, until I can catch a glimpse of her, the only thing that will calm me down right now.

The second the Aston Martin pulls into the drive, I find myself frozen, unable to move or even breathe…until I see her.

Jesus.

She is exquisite. I drink her in like a tall glass of water after a severe drought: her ruffled hair, the green spaghetti strap dress adorning her curvy frame, her strappy sandals and cute pink toes, and when our eyes finally meet, her smile that wraps around me like a warm blanket in the dead of winter.

I push off the wall at the same time she starts walking toward me, adrenaline surging through my veins with every step until I swallow the distance between us. In one swift motion, I lift her off the ground and squeeze her tightly, burying my face in her neck, her hair tickling my cheek, her scent making me see stars. “I missed you so damn much, Fran.” I feel the beat of her heart pounding against mine in response and even if she can’t say the words, I know she feels it, too.

Setting her down and filled with the need to still touch her, I caress her face with my hands, feathering kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, her lashes, her nose, and finally her lips. I trace the curve of her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue and she lets out a whimper of pleasure, opening for me so I can lick inside her mouth and move against her tongue. Her hands twist around my neck, playing lazily with my hair and sending shivers racing over my skin.

As our kiss becomes lighter, she brushes her soft lips against mine before gently nipping at the corners of my mouth.

“So is this how you show that you kind of missed me?” I tease, my thumb strumming down her cheek, my eyes completely charmed by her own. “Because if this is how you show kind of, I’m interested to see what it’s like if you really missed me.”

She shoves against my chest and picks up the purse she dropped on the ground before looking back at me. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” She winks and struts through the doors of the hotel, leaving me momentarily stunned and with a vicious hard-on that I’m hoping might finally get some relief.

I follow Fran’s trail of crumbs as she makes her way to the elevator and steps inside. Once the doors close, I corner her, caging her in, my arms on either side of her head. “You can’t say things like that to me and just walk away, because I’m definitely giving chase.” Lowering my hand, I twirl a lock of her hair around my finger. “Do you want me to chase you, Fran?” I whisper huskily into her ear and she sucks in a breath. “I will…because that’s how much I want you.”

She closes her eyes and moistens her lips with her tongue, seemingly fighting for the same control that I am, but it’s useless and so I give in. Wrapping an arm around her back, I tug her against me, every inch of her rubbing against my eager body and I go rigid with desire, fisting my hands in her hair and taking possession of her mouth with my tongue. She moans and it turns me on even more, making me realize we need to get to a room before I lose myself in her on this elevator. I’ve never craved anyone like this before. But that’s the thing, deep down I know this is more than just a craving, and she’s the only one who can satisfy it.

“Matt,” she breathes my name on a sigh that has my whole body wanting and ready, my cock twitching inside my pants.

“Hmmm?”

“I really missed you.”

The weight of her words assaults me in the best way, making me realize I wasn’t imagining this, imagining us. My eyes snap to hers just as the car signals we’ve arrived on my floor but we remain unmoving, our gazes locked, the air thick with longing and unspoken promises.

Somehow I manage to snap out of the daze, grab her hand and squeeze us out the doors before they close, immediately hauling her over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” She giggles, thrown off by my surprise attack.

I playfully smack her ass and she squeals. “I’m just making sure you don’t run away.”

She hangs her head in total submission, her long hair dripping down my back, the heat of her skin burning into mine. “I’m not running…unless it’s to you.”

Every word out of her mouth tonight seems to be something I’ve been dying to hear, albeit subconsciously. I don’t know what the hell happened when she visited her mom today but I think she needs to spend more time with her.

If there’s any chance I could make it to my room faster, I would. I fumble for the keycard in the back pocket of my jeans and hastily ram it into the slot once we get to the door, letting it slam shut behind us.

Fran’s body slides roughly down mine, and I pin her against the door with my hips. My hands move upward to sift through her hair as she rubs her breasts against me and I can feel the hardened peaks through the fabric of my shirt. My cock’s delirious, not knowing which direction to go, only that it wants out of my pants.

I drape her hair over her shoulder, needing to taste that sensitive patch of skin behind her ear, the one that causes her to croon those sounds that make my dick hard. Bending my head, my tongue lashes out to taste the flesh there and she whimpers, furthering my need for her.

“Fran,” I whisper, grazing the shell of her ear with my teeth, “I want you naked, I want to touch and taste every inch of your skin. I need to know what you sound like when you come.”

A sexy noise leaves her mouth and I swallow it, covering her lips with mine before breaking the kiss, moving back just enough to see her eyes that are now green clouds of lust. “Do you want that, Fran? Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” she drawls, her voice shaking with desire, and it’s making me want to rip every shred of clothing from her body.

“Say it, Fran. I need to hear you say it.” I press my thumb to her lip, wanting to take the words I’m desperate to hear.

“I…I want you to make me come,” she says hoarsely, sucking on her bottom lip, “but.…” She pauses. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

With a tender hand, I draw her face back to mine, cupping her jaw. “Neither have I, Fran. I haven’t wanted to, before right now…before you…which makes it that much sweeter. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” I place a quiet kiss on her lips. “Turn around, sunshine,” I rasp, and she obliges. I twist her hair in a knot and unzip her dress, kissing across her shoulders as it drops and pools at her feet, leaving her in a strapless, purple lace bra and panties that has my mouth watering and my dick throbbing.

I touch her shoulders, gently bringing her back to me before I lean in to glide my tongue from the base of her collarbone up the length of her neck and she mewls softly, angling her head to the side to give me better access. Her hair is tangled around my fingers as I press open-mouth kisses down her jaw, her throat, and to the dip of her cleavage. “Let’s take this off,” I say gruffly, and without hesitation she reaches back for the clasp, unhooking it, and it falls away baring full breasts with soft pink nipples. “Jesus, Fran. You’re so beautiful.” And then I stop talking and take one of her nipples into my mouth, she cries out as I continue to lave the peak with my wet tongue before I move on to the other, sucking and swirling it around until it puckers and Fran moans softly, arching further into my mouth.

“Christ, baby, your skin smells so good. I can only imagine what your pussy smells like, what it tastes like,” I groan, feeling her wet heat press harder against my crotch. Her knees buckle and I clutch her lower back, easing her toward the bed. “I want you to lie down, sunshine…because you won’t be able to stand when I’m through with you.”

She falls back on the bed and rests on her elbows, her face flushed, her nipples hardened. “You’re overdressed,” she murmurs, licking her lips and shooting me a blazing glare.

I practically rip the buttons on my dress shirt trying to take it off and then somehow manage to shove my jeans past my bulging erection, all the while never taking my eyes off of Fran. Her gaze drops to my arousal and the thought of those full lips wrapped around my cock nearly has me exploding in my boxers.

When I realize how close I am to losing it, I climb onto the bed and settle myself between her legs until her arms fly up and cross her belly as if to shield me from it. Without a second thought, I inch my way to her side and support myself on my elbow, wanting to right the world for her in this one moment. My hand moves to stroke her cheek and her eyes close. “Don’t, Fran. You don’t need to cover yourself up. Don’t you know by now? I don’t see your scars when I look at you.” Her eyes open and I’m lost in green fields and bright sunshine. “I only see your heart.”

Before I register what’s happening, her hands are twining in my hair while her mouth lands on mine, prying it open and taking what she wants…and I surrender to the rhythm of her tongue and the pull of her body. I roll on top of her and a low rumble escapes my chest as I feel her nipples rubbing against me, her pussy lined up so perfectly with my cock, and I’m overcome with the urge to be buried inside of her…but I need to taste her first.

“Ahh,” a whisper of a moan sounds in my ear, “Matt, please.”

“Please, what baby?” I ask, kissing her dimple.

“Make me come,” she murmurs, breathless and needy and I’m so turned on I don’t know how long I’m going to last.

“I’m getting to that,” I tease with a grin, as my lips wander down the curve of her throat, my tongue lapping lightly while my fingers explore her sensitive flesh. I travel down to her supple breasts, leaving a trail of hot kisses that further tighten the peaks of her nipples, and I take them one at a time between my teeth, coaxing a whimper of arousal from her mouth as I continue rocking against her.