39. Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Beau
W e had spent the day with Pari, and after she'd gone to bed, I'd kicked a very sly-looking Roxy out, telling her cleaning could wait until when-the-fuck-ever.
My lips were locked to Mira's as I led her into my bedroom. I wanted her in my bed so I could convince her to never leave. The guestroom where she had been staying earlier was for guests—she wasn't one anymore.
My dick was hard; had been for days. I wanted her so fucking badly, it wasn't funny. Since I'd met Mira, she was the only woman I wanted…needed.
"I want to fuck you hard," I groaned as I lifted her T-shirt and immediately cupped her breasts through her lacy black bra. "Will you let me, darlin'?"
In response, she pushed her breasts into the palms of my hands, her nipples hard points. I walked her to the bed and laid her on her back.
I unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down, panties and all. Her breasts were delectable, her stomach flat and not slightly rounded as it had been. She'd lost weight. No surprise there, considering what she'd gone through. Thankfully, her hips were still as curvy as before.
"Take your clothes off." She grabbed my T-shirt to yank it off.
I did as she asked, rapidly getting naked. "Get that bra off," I ordered.
She removed it, chucking it on the floor.
"Spread those legs, darlin'." I wanted to slow down. I really, really did. But my cock was now painfully hard, weeping, wanting release, demanding it. After all, it'd been so fucking long since it had been inside her velvet heat.
She moved her thighs apart, and I groaned. I could see her pussy was wet, and I licked my lips, wanting a taste, feeling greedy.
"I've been wet all day." She swiped a finger through her slit and held her finger up for me. I growled as I sucked the digit, taking in her taste.
I got on my knees on the floor, hauling her ass closer to the edge of the bed. Her pussy was swollen. She was wet. She was ready for me.
I explored her pussy with long, hard licks.
"You're so fucking sexy," I grunted, my hands on her inner thighs, keeping her spread for me. I loved Mira's pussy. I loved doing this to her as much as she enjoyed me doing it.
"Beau," she whimpered.
"Yeah, darlin'. You want to come?"
"Yes," she gasped.
I got up, towering over her. "Then get my dick wet, darlin', with your mouth." I stroked myself. "On your knees, Mira."
She scrambled off the bed and got on the floor, on her knees, looking up at me, aroused. Mira loved to give head. I couldn't wait to feel her lips wrapped around my cock.
I smeared my pre-cum on her swollen lips. "Open."
I pumped my cock in my fist, and when she opened, I worried that I'd blow even before she took her first lick. It had been too long since I had sex…since I had my Mira.
She took me in and began to suck as she knew I liked it; hard and then slow, long, and then shallow. Slowly, she worked me to the back of her throat.
"God, yes, just like that," I groaned, my hands in her hair. I let her keep the pace, but she knew, as I did, that sometimes I lost control and took more than she was ready for. The thought made me hot and her hotter.
But not tonight. I had absolutely no control and felt like I was about two seconds from coming. I didn't want that. I wanted us to find our release together this first time after such a long time—this time, when we were stronger than ever, a couple that external forces couldn't rip apart.
Mira was the best sex I've ever had, and I'd had plenty, so I knew. This connection between us that went beyond the physical was rare and precious. Losing Mira had destroyed me, and if I hadn't been able to get her back, I'd have been half a man. I wouldn't get over her loss; I knew that with the same certainty as I knew I loved Pari; I couldn't live without her.
I pulled out of Mira's mouth so that I wouldn't embarrass myself. I got her on her back again and slammed my lips against hers. At the same time, I pushed three fingers inside her.
She cried out at the invasion. There had been no one else for me while we were apart, and I knew there hadn't been anyone for her, either. I couldn't have sex with anyone but Mira—for a man who appreciated variety while he was having sex with a woman (or two at the same time), this was a departure, which was all right with me because Mira was all I needed.
I pumped in and out of her. She was hot and wet, her insides rippling around my fingers. She was close, so fucking close, and she writhed, trying to push her clit against my wrist so she could come.
I smacked her pussy. "None of that. We're going to be civilized about this."
"What?" she whined.
"Behave, darlin', or I'll edge you half the night." Tall tales from a desperate man. I wanted in now.
"No," she moaned. "Beau, I—"
"Your cunt wants to be filled, darlin'?"
"Yes. Yes," she chanted breathlessly.
"You ready?" I asked unnecessarily as I crawled up her body. I gazed down at her and swiped her clitoris with a finger. She bucked against me.
"Inside," she ordered.
I chuckled and entered her.
My whole world stopped. It was like being held in beautiful suspension.
I'm inside Mira, and it's perfect.
I savored it until I felt a smack on my ass. "Move, Beau."
I drove into her hard, deep, and rode her until she screamed. I worried that we'd wake up Pari, but I wasn't going to stop. I couldn't.
We were both covered with a sheen of perspiration and the way our bodies stuck to one another, connected, was erotic as fuck.
"I want you to come now." I strummed her clitoris as I fucked her. Once would not be enough; I knew that. I'd want her again and again until we were too exhausted to move.
It was partly because we hadn't fucked in a long time, but I knew I was a possessive son of a bitch who wanted to claim my woman, brand her.
All of a sudden, she unraveled and began to clench around me, milk me. I looked into her eyes as I growled my release, filling her with my cum. I rode her release and mine.
"I love you," I vowed.
"I love you," she promised right back.
We fell asleep for a while, the bed a disaster. But then I woke her up and fucked her again. After that, she refused to sleep until we changed the sheets, which we did, but I knew that it was pointless.
The morning after, when I slid an arm around her, she pushed me away. "No more, you sex-crazed bull."
I laughed, feeling like a fucking king as I held her in my arms.
"That's not what you said that last time when I took your ass."
She snuggled into me. "That's because I was having the best orgasm ever."
"Let me—"
"Bodaddy, Miramashi ." There was a banging on my bedroom door.
"Saved by the baby," Mira declared and sat up. The duvet slipped down, and she looked like a goddess with her tits proudly naked and her hair all mussed up.
"Fuck, but I could do you again."
" Bodaddy ," Pari called out indignantly.
"The door is never locked," I explained Pari's annoyance.
As I got out of bed and put on my boxers, Mira scrambled into the bathroom with her clothes.
"The door was locked," Pari complained when I picked her up.
I kissed her nose. "Morning, baby girl. How do you feel about pancakes?"
She brightened. "Is Miramashi making them?"
That was the problem with being with a woman who was a freaking chef. Your kids would always like their mother's cooking over yours, even when you went the extra mile and made an effort.
"Let's surprise her," I suggested, "by cooking for Mama, yeah?"
I set her down at the kitchen island in a highchair, filling her sippy cup with milk while I mixed the ingredients for pancakes.
"Bodaddy, can I call Miramashi Mama?"
I'd been mixing up Miramashi and Mama for a while now. Not on purpose, but I'd started to think of Mira as Pari's mother—and Pari as our daughter.
"How about we ask her?" I offered as I watched Mira come into the kitchen.
She leaned down and kissed Pari's hair. "Good morning, my Shona ."
" Miramashi ," Pari began seriously, "can I call you Mama?"
Mira's eyes instantly filled with tears. Yeah, it was cute as hell but also emotional as fuck.
The backdoor opened then, and Roxy walked in. Seeing all of us standing still, she raised both eyebrows. "What's goin' on?" she wondered.
"I asked Miramashi if I can call her Mama," Pari explained.
"Of course, you can," Roxy replied, taking something that I thought was a big deal and making it routine. "She is your Mama, so why not? But you know, kiddo, you can call me Roxy- Mashi . I think I'd like that."
After breakfast, Roxy took Pari to see my mother so that Mira and I could have some time together.
"Well?" I asked as I topped off Mira's coffee.
"That was…well…are you okay with that?" Mira asked.
" Okay with that? Yeah, Mira, I'm okay with our daughter calling you Mama."
She smiled at me. "You really think of Pari as ours ."
"Always have," I confessed.
She flushed. "You think I might have one more pancake?"
"Why the hell not." I served her another fluffy pancake and poured maple syrup on it. I sat next to her, reading the paper, while we finished breakfast, feeling like one lucky motherfucker.