37. Beau
37
BEAU
M arley’s lips are against mine. Her soft, plump lower lip parts, and I take that as an invitation to take control of the kiss. Her hand cups my cheek, and I reach out, doing the same to hers. Her bump is in the middle of us, proof of the beautiful things we created. My other hand trails down her neck to rest on her breastbone. Her sweatshirt is thick between us, and while I don’t want to rush it, I want it off her. I want to feel her soft skin underneath me again. To feel the curve of her breasts, the peak of her nipples in my mouth.
I let my teeth gently nip at her lip, loving how pliant she is. She isn’t fighting this, isn’t drunk, isn’t doing it to prove anything. She’s giving herself to me willingly. She hasn’t let me kiss her for more than a peck every so often, and fuck if I haven’t missed the way she tastes. More so, she hasn’t taken the lead on a kiss, touch, or even second glance with me, so this feels different.
“Marley,” I groan into her mouth. She arches her neck, leaning away from the kiss, but giving me more access to her. The hand I had on her cheek moves down, sliding down to her waist, to those thick and ample curves that I fucking love so much. I lift the band of her sweatshirt up so my hand is on her bare skin. The touch gives her goosebumps, and I press kisses to her neck, accentuating my touches.
“This isn’t going to work,” Marley breathlessly whispers.
And just like that, my chest squeezes. “Don’t say that,” I murmur with conviction. “This will work. It is working.”
“No, Beau,” Marley reiterates. She pushes against my chest with her palm. “I mean like, literally. This,” she gestures to her swollen bump. “This is too in the way.”
Realization dawns. “We can adapt,” I murmur, kissing her again. “For now, I just want you to lay back and enjoy. Can you do that?”
Marley darts out her tongue, swiping it over that bottom lip of hers, now swollen from my kisses. Her eyes are glazed over, eager for what will happen next. She nods, letting me tug her sweatshirt up and off her body.
She’s bare underneath. No t-shirt, no bra. Just her beautiful skin. Her nipples have darkened and her breasts have grown even more since the last time I had my mouth on them. I have to hold in the feral moan I feel rising up my throat.
My head drops, and I take one of her nipples into my mouth. Marley jolts underneath me, her hands threading into my hair. I multitask, using my tongue to flick at her nipples, while one hand pinches the peaked bud of her other nipple, and the other hand slides down her skin to her pants. The leggings cling to her body, accentuating every curved and rounded edge. I let my mouth continue its work while I shimmy her leggings down. I free her nipple to lean back and watch what I’m doing.
When I reveal her worn blue cotton panties, I let out a moan. Don’t get me wrong, I imagine this woman in lacy panties and lingerie nearly every day, but there’s something so real about this moment. It’s unplanned, unprompted, and just… real.
“Goddamn, butterfly.” I groan, eager to have a taste of her. I scoot down the couch, pulling her panties down her legs as I do. When I get a glimpse of that pretty pussy, I nearly lose it. My dick throbs in my sweats, like it’s reminding me that it needs attention, but it will have to wait. My focus is on Marley, and to be honest, I could care less if I come or not. I just want to make her feel good, to make sure she knows how much I want her. “I can’t wait to feel you come on my mouth again.”
Marley shivers in anticipation. I lower my body, my aim directly on her clit. When my tongue makes first contact, swiping up the length of her slit, she jerks under the touch. She sucks in heavy breaths as I tease her with my tongue. She tastes so good, like everything I’ve ever needed. I move to her clit, swirling and flicking at it, trying to learn what she likes.
Her grip on my hair tightens, giving me some insight that she’s enjoying it. I don’t have much room on the couch, but I’m making it work somehow. Next time—because there will be a next time, and soon—we do this, I’ll make sure we have more room.
My fingers find her soaked entrance, and I slide one finger in, pumping slowly.
“Beau,” Marley says through shuddering breaths. “I-I need you,” she cries.
I lift myself from her cunt for one quick sentence. “You have me.”
Adding another finger, I curl upward, putting a slight pressure in my movements. She writhes, one leg sliding off the couch so her foot is flat on the floor. I hook the other leg up and around my right shoulder, angling her ass up slightly. Marley is moaning incoherent words and sounds, her pussy clenching tightly around my fingers.
“I’m,” she stammers. “I’m coming, Beau,” Marley shrieks, the sounds of her pleasure loud in the quiet living room. My hips grind against the couch, seeking any sort of friction.
I don’t stop until her pussy stops fluttering around my fingers, then I’m scooting up so I can kiss my way up her belly. I press kisses across the tight skin of her bump, all the way up her breasts and neck until I reach her mouth. I cup her cheek, kissing her deeply, trying to convey my love for her into every touch. I don’t think I’ll handle it if she pushes me away again.
I know she’s trying to protect her heart, to protect our babies, but she doesn’t need to, because I’ll do it for her. I’ll hold her heart for safekeeping until she allows herself to fully lean into this relationship.
Marley’s tongue tangles with mine, and she presses her hand against my chest, sitting forward.
“I can’t breathe when I lay like that for long,” she murmurs against my lips. “Or when you make me come so hard I see stars.” She laughs, and I allow her to sit up, rocking back onto my heels.
Marley reaches forward, her palm cupping my hard-as-steel length through my pants. She squeezes it gently, my body spasming under her touch. I groan into her mouth, eager to have her bare hand on me.
Using the hand on my chest, she pushes me off her again. “Beau,” she says my name in a voice so sultry it sends a shiver through my body. “I need you. I need this.” Her fingers caress my bare chest as she adjusts her body to a more comfortable position.
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
“I need to feel you inside me again.”
I’m standing before she finishes the words, my head frantically searching the room for something, though I’m not sure what. I drop to my knees in front of her, turning her body so she can lay back, but she doesn’t let me. “No, wait,” she says.
“What?” I ask. My brow raises as I take in every single thing about her. I am putty in her hands, eager to do anything for her.
“Stand up,” she tugs on my arms, prompting me to stand. She fingers the hem of my sweats, tugging them down. I don’t have boxers on, so my cock bounces free as soon as the fabric is off. Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock, squeezing gently as she moves up and down my shaft.
“Marley,” I groan as she moves. “Fuck, butterfly don’t stop.” I watch her eyes, the way her pupils dilate and take in my body. They scan up my chest, lingering over my tattoos until she reaches my face. Her brown eyes are round when they meet mine, continuing the tortuously slow movements on my dick.
“I haven’t had time to fully appreciate you,” Marley says. “That night…” she trails off.
“Was the most incredible thing to ever happen.” She nods, her cheeks flushing scarlet. I cup her cheeks in my palms, noting how large my hands are compared to her small, round face. Her bangs are hanging in her eyes, so I brush them aside with my thumbs, and press quick kisses to her lips.
Marley continues to pump my dick with her hand, her other resting on my thigh. Her warmth enraptures me, tethering me to this moment. I can feel the moment when she lets go, when she gives into this feeling. Her entire body relaxes, sinking into my touch. I lower myself down to kneeling again, and she lets me, releasing her fingers from my cock.
“Come here.” I take her hands, pulling her from the couch. She sinks to her knees in front of me, so we are chest to chest. I quickly kiss her. “What will be most comfortable for you?” I ask, resting my palm on her stomach.
Marley’s cheeks pinken again. “I… I asked Dr. Ness about this one of the last times we were in. I knew it was only a matter of time, and I wanted to be prepared.”
I nod, loving that it means she has been quietly accepting this for a while.
Marley chuckles. “Nothing like talking about your doctor when you’re about to have sex.”
I kiss her forehead, no longer ignoring my constant need to be touching her at all times. “If that’s what it takes for you to be comfortable, we can talk about it.”
She shakes her head. “No. She just said as long as we don’t put pressure on the babies, it’s fine. So… like, from behind, or laying on my side, with you behind me is probably easiest.”
I nod. I run my hands up and down her bare arms, feeling her goosebumps. “I have an idea. Turn around.”
Marley shuffles so she’s facing the couch. Moving so my body is nearly flush with hers, I wrap my arms under her breasts, while kissing her neck. Leaning forward, I guide her so that her chest is down on the couch. Her elbows prop her up, but when I lean back, I get the perfect view of her back and ass. Trailing my fingers down her back, I grip her waist. My cock nestles against her warmth, her soaked pussy so fucking ready for me. Marley twists just a bit so she can look back at me, while also staying in the position I settled her in.
“How’s this?” I ask. My hands roam, unable to stay still with her beneath me like this.
“It’s good,” she breathlessly replies, and I can tell by the look in her eyes that she’s telling the truth. I lift one knee up, the other resting on the carpeted floor. Her legs are between my thighs, perfect for what I want to do.
“Are you ready?” I ask, taking my hard cock into my palm. I slide it up and down her slit, gathering the wetness there. It glistens on the head of my cock, just waiting for her approval.
“So ready. Fuck me, Beau,” Marley says. I line up my cock and thrust in. I slide in until I’m fully seated, my hips flush against her round ass.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan. She’s tight, soaked, and so fucking mine. With every movement, I can feel her wetness growing, dripping from her entrance. She meets me with my pace, her hips rolling into mine.
Only, it’s not enough, I need to be deeper. It’s as if she knows, because Marley stops me. “Wait,” she groans. “I need you closer.” She pulls her right leg forward, trying to lift it to hook up and around my knee, and drape over my thigh. She can’t get the angle right until I lower my leg, and when she has hers draped over, I lift it back up. The new angle instantly allows my cock to slide in deeper. Marley’s hips drop, her ass popping out and up.
“Yes,” she hisses, and I pick up my rhythm again, knowing that I’m not going to last very long.
My fingers dig into her ass cheeks as she grinds against me. I do my best to lean forward and kiss her, but with the new position, I can’t. Marley’s breathing quickens, her back glistening with sweat under the exertion. I grit my teeth and bite the inside of my cheek, trying to do anything to hold myself back from coming. She feels too fucking good that I’m about to lose it.
“Beau,” she cries out my name, her head dropping forward onto the couch. With one arm, she tries to reach her clit to give herself some additional pleasure, but can’t reach it with her belly.
“I got you,” I groan, leaning forward best I can to reach down and strum my fingers across her clit. It doesn’t take long, between my pace and the movement of my fingers, to feel her coming around my cock.
It feels like the first time, only better, because I know that no matter what, I’m never letting her go.