My breasts tingle, and I don’t know if it’s my body’s evolutionary reaction to my son’s singular, piercing cry, or if it’s because of Beau.
Iknowwhat’s causing the heat between my legs, though.
“Bo,” Jett says through a yawn. Beau stills over him, and when he whispers again, his voice is so hoarse.
“Jetpack. Goodnight buddy.”
When he straightens, our eyes come together in a moment of heaviness. I motion for him to come to the hall and he does, but when we get there, I don’t have a second to ask him a single thing because his mouth is on mine the moment I turn around.
His kiss is passionate, his tongue discovering every part of my mouth as he fills me with moans. With his mouth promising so much more, I reach down and cup his cock over his work pants, finding him hard and thick.
“I need you,” he grunts as he works the tie at the waist of my joggers. I’m inactualsweatpants, not some Juicy version like Goldie is wearing. These hug and lift nothing, and in fact, mayactuallybe from the men’s section at Target. Still, Beau handles me like I’m in a negligee and it’s our wedding night.
“I need you,” I whisper back against his throat as he kisses down my shoulder, pulling my shirt back by the neck to expose more of me. “Take it off,” I tell him when he can’t seem to put his lips against enough of me fast enough. Clothes are only in the way at this point.
Gripping the hem, he smiles at me and then the shirt is nothing more than a heap of cotton on the floor. Shimmying out of my sweats, I’m left in nothing but panties. The way he groans like a feral animal as he skates his hands up my bare body makes everything between my thighs pulse and shudder.
My fingers search his scalp, grabbing and smoothing hair, pulling even as he trails fiery kisses down my neck and chest. When his lips connect with the impatient and hardened tip of my breast, I let out a long, breathy moan.
I had no idea I’d wanted this again so much. Pushing my fingertips into his throat, my pussy grows wet at the feel of his throat working down…me.
“Kiss me,” I pant, feeling like I’ll explode if I don’t taste myself on him. My breast slips out of his mouth, and then he’s kissing me, tasting hot and sweet and perfect, and god, “fuck me, Beau. Please.”
And in another first for me, Beau lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. The feeling of his fingertips exploring the underside of my bare ass as he carries us to the living room is fucking wild. Every pass of his skin against mine sends me further and further down the Beau rabbit hole.
“I’m gonna fuck you like this, okay? Holding you,” he pants, pushing me up against the front door. Smiling, he reaches behind me and twists the lock.
I can’t focus on him locking Goldie out because I’m too focused on the idea that he’s going tohold me up.
I just had a baby. I don’t feel insecure about that. But my body is still a little foreign to me right now. Purple lines blemishing the sides of my belly, a little extra skin there, and much more softness to me than ever before. As much as I can tout “I am woman, hear me roar” with and without clothes, beingheld upby someone iscompletelydifferent.
Listening to him struggle to keep me up while I’m supposed to be focused on feeling good would be a mood killer.
“You can’t hold me up, not the entire time. I’m too heavy.”
His smile slides away. With just one arm under my ass and my back flush to the door, he takes my chin in his hand. His hands have been inside me, on my breasts, through my hair—everywhere. It’s only now as he cradles my jaw in a tight grip that I realize just how large he is. How much power he has. He sinks his forehead to mine.
“You are fuck-hot, Beck. Okay?” He gives my face a shake, fingertips sinking into me with force. “You are not too heavy.” The hand cradling my ass slides inward until his fingertips are brushing my labia and asshole. I shudder everywhere because I am so fucking lit up for him. I’d let him fuck me in the ass even, and that’s not something I’ve ever done.
I nod, but I’m afraid to say anything because there’s a knot of anger and embarrassment in my throat. Istillthink I’m too heavy for him, and I hate that his words don’t persuade me. All those years of Dustin “noticing” my softness when I was changing have taken up residence in my psyche.
He tips my face to meet his, but lowers his hand to my pussy, leaving my mouth to drop open. Stroking my clit, he keeps our faces nearly touching.
“I’ve jerked off thinking about this body, Beck. I came on my belly imagining all the things I want to do to this ass and these tits.” He shoves himself against me, bringing our bodies flush as his tongue spears through my mouth, kissing me hard, almost angry.
Fishing around between us, he frees his cock. It slaps against his groin with a thud, but a moment later, he’s got it positioned at my entrance. With one more kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck, he kisses my nipple, using his hard cock to spear through my folds, so slow and languid that we both moan and mewl the entire time.
“I’m not gonna let you cum until you tell me how beautiful you are,” he says quietly as he positions his cock at my clit, using my wetness and his precum to glide the head against me just right.
“Oh god,” I pant, my eyes falling shut as I enjoy the warmth spreading through me at him using his cock to masturbate me. “Beau, please,” I beg because I need to feel him inside me, I need the connection. “Please,” I try again, sounding whinier than ever.
His dark chuckle makes my eyes open just in time to see his face relax as he enters me.
“Ohhh.” We share the sentiment, eyes idling together, everything intense and hot as he finds the deepest place inside of me.
Jerking his hips back, he keeps me held to the door, using his strong hands to cradle my ass. His fingertips tease my hole and pussy, and I beg him toreallyfuck me. But he takes his cock out.
“Beau,” I whimper.