My eyes fly up to his, and even though they’re shiny and wet, I let him see me. “I’m ready. I just… I believed you when you said you wanted us, Beau, but now that things are happening… progressing between us…” I smile and let the tears litter my cheeks. “It feels really good, that’s all.” I memorize the happiness etched on his face. The way his dark eyes glitter, the happy curl of his lips, the comfortable set of his gaze on mine. “Tonight? We can come over tonight.”
He nods. “Tonight.”
“Wanna get Jett and go see the studio?” I tip my gaze forward, narrowing it knowingly. “Actuallysee it, no funny business.”
His bottom lip comes out in a pout. “But Ilovefunny business. I’m so good at it.”
I snort through another drink of coffee as I make my way to the bottom of the mug. “Yeah, you really are.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “Time for any funny business this morning? We can go see my place after the studio, too.”
I chew the inside of my lip as I work to unstrap the pump bottles, setting them carefully on the table. Beau watches intently as I disassemble the flanges and parts, setting them in the sink after filling it with warm, soapy water. I put the milk in the fridge before exchanging the pumping bra for my t-shirt.
When I turn to tell Beau I’m ready for the morning quickie, I find him completely naked, stroking his already hard, pinkened cock. At the sight of him in my kitchen touching himself, I kind of lose my mind a little.
He’s so gorgeous–inside and out–and he wantsme. Even after treating him with probably more hesitancy than he deserved. And he only knows this version of me, the one with the stretch marks, worries, and dark eye bags. And this version of me is the one he wants.
Maybe forever.
It sure feels like that’s where this is headed.
The thought that I’m too heavy for him doesn’t even cross my mind as I stalk across the kitchen and leap into his arms. My pussy grinds against his bare cock and I wish I didn’t have sweats on. I writhe against him as I beg him to take me to my bedroom. He grunts, our lips a tangle as he blindly walks down the hall, clipping the wall a few times.
But we don’t care.
Everything inside both of us is dying for each other right this fucking second.
And that is a thing I was never sure actually existed until him.
When he lowers me to the mattress, my legs release their hold on his hips, and my arms fall to my sides. His normally dark eyes are practically onyx as his broad chest heaves against mine. Once he strips my clothes off, he nudges my thighs apart with his knees, settling over me on his elbows.
On his elbows means our faces are close enough that we can kiss while he fucks me. That’s…intimate. Based on how he got naked in five seconds earlier and how I lept into his arms like an absolute horndog, I expected wild, rough,fuck me now or I’ll dietype of sex.
Instead, he moves slowly, pressing a warm, silent kiss to my lips before resuming his position over me, just staring.
“What?” I whisper, wondering why he’s studying me so intently. God, he can probably see my pores; we’re so close. He slides forward, and my eyes roll closed as his cock pushes inside me, hard and thick. Within a second, any searing, spreading pain I felt turns to red hot desire. My belly knots and cinches, and I can already feel my orgasm building, and he’s onlyan inchinside.
His focus on me is almost unnerving except he gives me more of himself, moving inside me in one continual, slow stroke until I’m stuffed. He bottoms out with a gentle groan, so soft it makes the tiny hairs on my arms rise. My nipples pucker in response while little bursts of electricity pop off inside me, as if my orgasm is moving through my blood, building strength.
“We should live together, the three of us.”
My mouth opens to say something, to tell him that’s crazy because we’ve only spent one night together, but that’s when he does it.
Starts moving inside me in slow, deliberate strokes. His groin kisses mine each time he sinks deep, and the friction against my clit has me riding the edge.
I grind my groin to his on the next pass, and he lets a dark chuckle loose in my ear.
“You are driving me insane,” I grit out, feeling so worked up by this man between my legs that I’m ready to scream. Cry. Yell. I don’t know what, I just need to cum.
He nips my lips, and my pussy seizes, tightening all around him just as he slowly,like molasses that’s been in the fridge type of slow, pulls all the way out of me. His absence leaves me aching, pulsing, and throbbing.
“Beau!”
“Mywordsare driving you insane or mycockis driving you insane?” he asks, holding my orgasm hostage as he probes me for answers. I want to be probed, alright, just not like this.
“Your cock,” I pant, telling the truth.
“Hmm,” is the noise he makes in response before sliding back inside me, one tingling centimeter at a time. Once he’s all the way in, he holds himself there as he tastes my lips in a slow, languid kiss that makes pins and needles spread through my breasts.