Chapter 10
chapter ten
Beau
I wake to the sound of a moan.
My senses come to one at a time.
A hot body presses against mine.
Rain patters on the windows behind my bed.
The sweet scent of fruity shampoo wafts around me.
Another moan.
That one might have been mine.
My dick is a lead pipe in my boxer briefs.
Daisy. Daisy is in my bed because her ceiling was leaking. I open my eyes to find her body wrapped around mine. Her thighs are spread, and she’s managed to find my erection since I’m angled towards her.
I think she’s still asleep, but her sweet pussy is grinding against me.
Fuck, that’s hot.
As hot as it is, I want her awake for this. If she’s going to make herself come, I want her to know it’s me who’s under her.
“Daisy,” I whisper her name.
I shift our bodies so I’m lying flat on my back and she’s straddling me. That manages to jar her awake. Her eyes are wide when she realizes where she is.
My hands tighten on her hips. I rock my pelvis up and my cotton-covered cock rubs against her core. Even through her underwear and mine, I can feel the heat of her pussy.
“Use me. Get yourself off. You were doing it in your sleep. Rubbing your sweet cunt all over me. Make yourself come, Daisy. Do it.”
Her mouth closes and she swallows. I half expect her to roll off of me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she braces her hands on my chest and starts to move. She whimpers as she rocks, and she is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Right here in my bed, basically fully clothed, pregnant with another man’s baby. She is gorgeous.
I know in that moment that I want her next orgasm. I want to watch it, knowing I helped in some small way. But I’m a greedy motherfucker, and I want all of the rest of them too. Every last orgasm wrung from her body, I want to own them.
“That’s it, Mama, you rub yourself all over my hard cock. Fuck! Can you feel how much I want you?”
She nods, making a non-word noise in the back of her throat.
Her nipples are hard and poking at the fabric of her t-shirt. I reach up to cup her, but I pause before actually touching her.
“Can I play with your tits?” I ask.
“Yes, please. My nipples are so sensitive. Oh my God, Beau. You feel so good.”
I feel the weight of her big tits against my palms and swipe my thumbs over her turgid tips.
She releases a strangled cry and arches into my touch. All the while her pussy works across my dick.
I pinch her nipples, tug at them lightly.
“Shit, I’m going to come,” she breathes. Then she does, breaking against me and crying out my name.
We haven’t even kissed yet, but I know what she sounds like when she comes with my name on her lips.
This woman is going to end me. Everything I thought I knew about the world seems fuzzy. Like it’s all in transition. When I get through to the other side, I’ll have a new understanding of everything that is. She will be the center of it all.
She sags against me. Then seems to come to her senses. Her body rolls to her side of the bed. “This trimester has made me unabashedly horny,” she says. “I’ve had more than one vivid sex dream. But normally I’m in bed alone. Though I’ve woken up, on more than one occasion, with my hand in my panties.”
“You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“I just used your body to get myself off.”
“Yeah. And it was hot as fuck.” I lean up on my elbow and look at her. “But you know what I think?”
“What’s that?”
“I think you need one more. One that’ll really wring you out so you can sleep until morning.”
Her lips part. “I see.”
“Can I eat you, Daisy? Can I lick your pussy until you come all over my face?”
“Yes, please. That sounds outstanding.”
I chuckle, then stand from the bed. I know my scars are on full display as I turn and walk around to her side. But I don’t feel like hiding in front of her anymore.
I get on the bed, sniper position, and wedge my shoulders between her thighs.
“I’ve never come this way,” she admits.
“Good. Then you’ll only remember how I did it for you.” She’s got a sizable wet spot at the front of her cotton panties. I lean forward and breathe her in. “You smell so good.” I pull the fabric to the side and get my first glimpse of her swollen pink parts. It’s still dark in here, but my eyes have adjusted enough to see that it’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
I lean forward and lick her from slit to clit.
Her back arches.
“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
She nods, then her head falls back to the pillow.
I use my tongue to clean up her last climax, licking her clean. I can get her there with her panties still on, me holding them away from her sensitive flesh. But I want her to be able to move. So I grab the fabric and rip it at the seams, then toss it on the floor.
“Did you just rip my panties off?”
“They were in my way.”
“I love that.”
Like this, I can put my hands beneath her ass and tilt her upwards to my mouth. I devour her. Licking and sucking, my tongue is everywhere.
She’s writhing and moaning. Her nails scrape against my scalp as she threads her fingers into my hair.
“Beau. Oh wow, that feels unbelievable. So good. It’s so good. Don’t ever stop.”
“I’m never going to fucking stop. Never,” I growl at her, then go back to eating her. She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. I rock myself against the mattress, trying to get some pressure on my hard cock.
I move one hand from under her so I can slide some fingers inside her slick channel. With me finger fucking her, I concentrate my mouth on her needy little clit. I slow my fingers and press them to the front wall of her pussy. Then I move them back and forth.
“Oh my hell,” she yells. “I think I’m going to come.”
I suck her clit into my mouth and rub those fingers against her G-spot.
“Yes, yes! Oh my God!”
Her orgasm crashes over her and her body trembles. She comes directly into my mouth and I lick up her release.
“Did I just pee?” she asks, her voice shrill.
“No. You just squirted. Right in my fucking mouth too.”
“Should I apologize?”
“Never. It was the hottest fucking thing ever. Made me come in my boxers.” I give her pussy a sweet kiss, then climb up from the bed. I walk to my dresser and grab another pair of boxers. I drop my wet ones and then walk to the bathroom. “Wait there, beautiful. I’m going to get something to clean you off.”
“You have a really spectacular ass, Beau Stevens,” she says.
I chuckle. “Thank you.” I clean myself off, then put on the new boxers. “You have a really spectacular everything, Daisy Harrington.”
If I knew for certain that beneath the bone and sinew and skin of my chest beat an actual heart, I’d know it belonged to her. But am I really enough for this amazing woman?
Probably not.