Beau’s hand stops moving.
“He loved you. Don’t say he didn’t love you because he did. He is just clearly a very troubled human being,” Beau says of Dustin in a dark whisper.
I twist to face him, and his hard, damp cock falls against my mound. I look down to see his pinkened crown pressed just a few inches lower than where he’d been rubbing me. When I look up, he’s caught me checking out his dick, and he’s smiling. So I smile, too.
“Thank you for saying that.” I kiss him, and I feel his grin slide away against my lips.
“You’re welcome. And I want you to know that I know he’s Jett’s father. Okay?” He kisses me, leaving his taste in my hungry mouth. “I will not disrespect him, for Jett’s sake.”
“Thank you,” I say again, quickly losing my voice. Losing everything to the undeniable pounding between my legs. But first, I want to give him something as beautiful as he just gave me.
I take his free hand from my hip and rest it on my breast. My hand joins his, and our eyes stay locked to one another as we knead my full, warm breast. His cock lengthens against my groin, getting harder and fatter in a matter of moments.
“He likes your tits,” Beau comments on his cock, as if reading my mind. I giggle. Yep, that’s right. Thirty-seven-year-olds can still giggle. We aren’t too old.
“I noticed.” Our smiles fall away as a single drop of milk appears at the peak of my breast.
The slow dip of Beau’s Adam’s apple as he studies the singular drop makes me ache to be fucked by him. To feel his hot cum spear through my insides, hanging on, giving me his baby.
“I want you to…” I pause, watching how he hangs on those words like they’re his breath. Men do that? They really want to give you what you need, not justtakewhat they want?
“Do whatever you want,” I whisper, angling my chin toward my nipple. I want him to know that he can have any piece of me, any way he likes.
Beau’s eyes are wide and innocent when they find mine, and it’s the first time I’ve truly felt older than him. But I don’t know why it makes me feel that way–it’s not like I’ve been into breastfeeding dudes before him, and I know he wants to taste me again.
We’re exploring together.
Rolling us over, he centers his body above mine and I reach up to brush a stray hair from his face. God, he’s beautiful. I know in the history of all people fucking, the man is the one who tells the woman she’s beautiful, but fuck it.
“God, Beau,” I pant as he nudges my legs further apart. “You’re so beautiful.”
His grin bleeds into my veins, giving me an endorphin rush like no other. “You are,” he says, his voice both low and playful, a sexy combination I didn’t know existed. How can he be a moment away from plowing into me and still be so sweet and calm?
I can’t help myself–stereotypically, I cup his cheek in my hand before craning my head from the pillow to kiss him.
His lips force me back down, and we fall silent as his eyes grow hazy and serious. My mouth falls open when he reaches down, bringing the head of his cock to my opening. Moving it around to collect my insane wetness, he groans, biting his bottom lip.
“Fuck,” he mutters, looking down at where we’re about to connect. “I need a condom.” He scratches the back of his head, one hand still pinned to the mattress to hold up his svelte frame. “I don’t know if I have one.”
“I don’t have any,” I admit because why would I? I haven’t had sex in… too long. “I’m on the pill though, to regulate my periods.”
“Hmm,” is the noise he makes in his throat to acknowledge my words. It’s at that moment my mind runs amuck, trying to solve our dilemma, because that’s what I’m used to—tackling all the problems. Even when I was married and despite the fact that my then-husband was a fucking lawyer, he looked to me to solve everything.
But Beau presses his forehead to mine and takes my lips in a reassuring kiss before he starts to move between my legs. When his head breaches me, he sinks into me, and I love the burn surging through my pussy as he slowly takes me. I’ve never had a burn from fullness before, and I’ve yet to experience what it’s like to have someone you really care about and are really attracted to enter me. Someone who is sliding his most private part of himself, his aching erection, into me because he can’t think of anything else, because he wants to make me cum, because he wants to share a bed with me.
It’s… surreal.
“I’m gonna pull out,” he says from above me, like God. The dim lights in the hallway crawl up his back, darkening his face. I can still see his features, but the shadows have romanticized him even more. “I want to cum inside you, Beck, don’t think I don’t.” Slowly, he sinks the remaining inches of his cock into me and my eyes water and everything below my waist feels so tight and full. I guess my chest feels that way, too.
“But,” he continues, holding his eyes pinched shut for a second. When his erection swells and pulses inside me, I can’t help it, I moan out his name and dig my fingers into his bare ass, needing him to move. Needing to be fucked by him. Needing to be covered in our sweat, wrapped in our private words, breathing in nothing but him and our night.
“But,” he soldiers on even though he has to stop and bite his lip as I clench my cunt around his cock, edging his arousal inside me. “I’m falling for you. And cumming inside of you means something to me. It’s about our future. And I don’t want to do that until you’re ready.”
I don’t rush out there and say I’m ready, and I don’t beg him to cum inside of me. Because… he’s absolutely right. I’m falling for him, too, and if he cums inside of me, I know I will want and expect so much more. And until we’ve really put labels and limits on us, we just… shouldn’t.
“Don’t worry though, baby; I’ll still make you cum and set you on fire.”
I kiss the side of his neck as he dips his head down to see the place where we connect. I get a look, quick and fleeting, but seeing the thick trunk of his young, impressive cock stuffed inside me, paired with how alive my lower half feels… “God, Beau, please, stop teasing me and fuck me already.”