Chapter 5 – Bea
I’ve never felt as safe as I do when I lay in his arms. And it’s also so comfortable—almost like our bodies were designed for each other.
That’s what makes it so disappointing when my alarm clock goes off early the next morning.
“Ugh,” I mutter before sitting up.
“I know. I wish we could stay like that forever.”
He goes to kiss me, but I pull away.
“What?”
“Morning breath.”
“Pffft. I know what your vagina tastes like, Bea.”
“I guess that’s a good point.”
I use my arms to keep my long hair close to my body, and I bend over to kiss him.
“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No. But I need to get going.”
“No!”
“Oh, okay. I’ll stick around, get caught in your bed by your daughters, and then you’ll have about a million questions to answer. How does that sound.”
“. . . fine.”
“That’s what I thought. But speaking of them, do you need me to pick them up from school?”
He’s still half asleep, and he pinches his eyes shut and holds the bridge of his nose as he thinks.
“No, I think I’m good. Thank you for offering, though.” Then, his eyes widen with excitement. “Actually, Grandma Caroline wanted to take them for a while tonight.”
“Does that mean . . .”
“You and me. Sexy time anywhere in the house.”
“Even the shower?”
“Especially the shower.”
I suddenly can’t wait for work to go by so that I can come back here.
With that in mind, I hurry up to get dressed, brush my teeth with the toothbrush he hides in his medicine cabinet for me, kiss him goodbye, and head to my apartment to get changed for work.
I swear, I look at the clock every five minutes until the day is finally over. Micky agreed to lock up for me so I could leave earlier.
When I pull up to his house, I see that his car is already in the garage, and I rush inside.
We don’t even say anything to each other; we just start ravaging each other. First, it was in the hallway, and then we managed to get up the stairs.
“This still feels so wrong. Like they’re going to walk in at any second.”
“Please don’t talk about my children when I’m about to do something so filthy to you.”
“Right. Sorry, sorry.”
We continue kissing, but he leads me to the bathroom.
Then, he starts the water and tells me to get undressed.
I do, and after he’s satisfied with the temperature of the water, he comes over with a handful of it and lets it run down my body. The warmth feels wonderful against my pointed nipples.
He kisses my neck and takes his clothes off.
After that, we’re both completely naked, and I grab his strong traps. Something about his back and arm muscles makes me crazy.
He suddenly lifts me under my arms and cradles me against his body for a few seconds. Then, he heads to the shower. He is closer to the shower head, and he gets soaked.
It reminds me of the very first night we had sex. He had just rescued his daughters and others from a crazy storm that knocked out the power. They were alone with their grandma, and he rushed to get them from downtown. Then, it was almost like the realization of a fleeting life made him lose all control, and we did it right on his couch. He was completely drenched from the rain that night, but I didn’t care. And I certainly don’t care tonight.
He”s still holding me up, but he switches us so that I get covered with the warm water. Before I know it, my back is against the cool tile, and he’s kissing my neck again. My hands explore his wet hair. He’s hard and poking at my butt and thighs as we move.
He asks if it’s okay for him just to pull out again, and I nod. So, he slides deep inside of me. It’s becoming a feeling I dream about, and I can’t imagine ever being without it. Our bodies are truly the perfect puzzle pieces.
We then work together as we thrust against each other.
“Does it work for women too?” He inquires with his mouth right by my ear.
“Does what?”
“The edging thing.”
“Oh! Um, yeah.”
With that, he gets a devilish grin across his face, and he clearly waits until I’m close before slipping out. He does it a few more times, and I come the hardest I have ever come in my entire life.
I’m glad his kids weren’t home because there’s no way I could’ve kept quiet after that.
He sets me down and takes a loofa from the hanging shower caddy. After lathering some soap on it, he spreads it across my body—taking extra time when it comes to my breasts.
I then do the same to him, and we cling onto each other’s sudsy bodies. He kisses me, and his tongue flails in my mouth.
“I wish you could always let all of your emotions out like that,” he says.
“Me too. Believe me.”
“It was so hot.”
“Hey, anytime the kids are away, you let me know.”
“I plan on doing just that, Miss Carter.” He takes the showerhead off and rinses me off.
“Miss Carter? Why so formal?”
“Because it makes me feel like more of a gentleman.” He then slides down and starts eating me out. “And I’m not sure if this is necessarily a very gentlemanly thing to do.”
“Do I get a vote?”
I feel him laugh.
Once again, I let myself climax as loudly as I want.
“God, I love that sound.”
“I thoroughly enjoy making it.”
“That’s good.” He wipes his mouth off with a towel and then kisses me.
“What now?” I ask.
“Well, as much as I’d love to keep going . . . my fingers are turning into prunes.” He shows me, and I look at my own.
“Same.”
“Maybe we can revisit this later tonight?”
“But the girls will be home.”
“That hasn’t stopped us before.”
“No. But then I have to be quiet.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second.”
He embraces me, and we kiss a little longer, but then we force ourselves to get out.
I’m wearing his button-up shirt, and I’m sitting on the edge of the tub and putting lotion on my legs.
“How did I get so lucky?” he says with his fingers dancing across my jaw.
I grab his hand and kiss it. “I think I’m the lucky one here.”
“Can it be both?” He crouches down next to me.
“Absolutely.”
I grab from behind his neck and lean in for a kiss.
“Marco?”
“Yeah.”
“I—I love you.”
We sit there in silence, with our faces pushed close together, and my heart is pounding while I wait for him to say it back.
“I love you too, Bea.”
My heart has never felt so full. I know our future is still so uncertain, but I don’t care what happens. I know we’ll make it through.