39. Marley
39
MARLEY
M y phone vibrates on my desk as I edit some photos from an earlier session this week. The couple I did the shoot with is sprawled across the bed, a tangle of sheets, skin, and expert angles so you don’t see everything, just enough to make you curious.
I did the wedding photos for this couple last year. I love getting to see both sides of them, on the biggest day of their lives, and then in a more natural, comfortable setting.
I finish the final edits of the photo, ignoring the ideas that pop into my head when I think about doing a shoot of Beau and me. What positions would I put us in? Would I have him between my thighs? Would I make it appear as if he’s eating me out? Or I’m riding him?
A pulsing settles between my thighs at the mental image. In the weeks since we were together again, I thought maybe my constant horniness would get better, but it hasn’t. If anything, it’s worse. I should try to take care of myself, especially since I have the A-okay from Dr. Ness, but I can’t find the time, and I’m definitely not about to ask Beau. What if he says no?
My phone vibrates again, re-notifying me of the message I’d forgotten about. I tap my screen to see who the text is from, not really surprised when the message is from Beau.
Beau
Hey butterfly, what are your plans after work?
Me
Hmmm. Probably sit on the couch with my feet up in your lap since they’re swollen again. I wouldn’t be opposed to one of those foot rubs you gave me a few weeks ago. ;)
Haha, you got it. What do you think about going out on a little dinner date first?
My stomach flutters, and one of the babies kicks me at the same time, so I get a double whammy of butterflies. It’s like they’re telling me, “do it, Mom!”
Me
I’d love that. What time?
Beau
Six?
Sounds perfect. Where to?
I was thinking something more casual, unless you really want to go somewhere fancy, then we could head into the cities?
I scrunch my nose. While a fancy dinner date sounds fun, the thought of doing that tonight does not.
Me
Casual is preferred haha. I’m not sure I’ll be up for a fancy night until long after these babies are no longer occupying my uterus.
Beau
You got it.
I should stop getting so excited every time I see his face on my screen, should stop the butterflies I get every time I see his face, and avoid the inevitable hurt, but I don’t. With a sigh, I lock my computer, vowing to finish the edits tomorrow morning, and head out of my studio, waving at Josie in her shop next door as I leave.
Beau arrives to my house around the same time that I do, and after a shower and a fresh set of clothes, we decide on one of the our favorite places in town, a classic bar and grill..
“I thought now would be a good time to iron out some details,” Beau says. He’s sitting across from me in the small booth, a glass of ice water in front of him. The waitress has just left to put in our orders: a cheeseburger for me and a BLT for Beau.
“What kind of details?” I ask.
He takes a deep breath. “I don’t want you to get defensive about it, but… space. We’re going to need more of it.”
I sigh, a slight irritation blooming. He’s just trying to help and be proactive, and yet, I can’t stop the feeling. “I like my house, Beau.”
“I know you do, but we’re going to be bringing two babies home now. Not just one. It’s barely big enough for two adults, let alone two adults and two infants who require a ton of stuff.”
I take a sip of my water. Deep down, I know he’s right, but my house is one thing that I can control. My life is changing drastically right now, between a not-really relationship with my best friend and being pregnant with his twins.If I don’t have the place I feel most comfortable, then what do I have?
“I know I’ve been staying with you, but I wanted to formally ask you.” Beau pauses, as if waiting for some sort of reaction. I don’t speak or react, so he continues. “Are you comfortable with me moving in and putting my house on the market? It doesn’t make sense for me to have my place and live with you and the babies.”
“Yes,” I say without a second thought. I might not know what will happen between us, but I know that I don’t want to do this without him. “Put your house on the market.”
The smile that breaks out on his face is reminiscent of the smile he gave when I told him I was starting my own photography business. Proud, excited, and so much life in his eyes.
“I’ll get a storage unit and really downsize, but I do think we should talk further about a bigger house.” Beau reaches across the table and I rest my hand in his, squeezing softly.
“One step at a time. Okay? I’m not saying no, I just… I need time to acclimate.”
He nods and a flicker of heat passes between us. I find my mind straying to the feeling of his mouth on my breasts, tongue caressing over my nipples as he eased the discomfort of taking my piercings out. My cheeks inadvertently heat at the memory, and I can tell that Beau must be having a similar thought cross his mind.
The waitress arrives with our food a few minutes later, startling us as she sets the baskets down on the table. We rush to pull apart and I lean back against the leather of the booth. I scrub my hands up and down my thighs, my hunger overtaking the moment.
When we get in the car after dinner, the atmosphere is quiet. We haven’t talked much more outside of selling his house, but there’s been a continued, undeniable tension between us, albeit not a bad kind.
Beau reaches across the console, taking my hand in his. He squeezes three times, and my heart flutters. That low heat starts to simmer low in my belly, and I think of my earlier conversation with Dr. Ness. She basically told me to enjoy myself and to listen to my body.
However, what my body wants is Beau. I know I shouldn’t want him. I should be keeping a distance after my slip up a few weeks ago, but apparently, my mind and body are on two completely different train tracks.
Beau runs his thumb over the back of my hand, talking about things we still might need before the babies arrive. I’m not paying much attention though, too focused on the way my clit is practically pulsing. I can’t stop thinking about the way his thumb felt brushing over my sensitive nipples instead of my hand. Or the way he will gently caress my cheek with the same thumb.
My heart thrums in my chest, my body aching with the need to be touched by him. I must be completely lost to my own senses, because we’re pulling into my driveway a moment later.
“What are your plans for the rest of the night? Want me to give you that foot massage?” Beau asks with a small waggle of his brows. He turns off the car, letting go of my hand. A shiver rolls up my arm at the loss of his warmth and I shift in my seat, squeezing my thighs together.
I look at my phone, checking the time. It’s just past seven, but pitch black outside, no thanks to it being the dead of winter. “Rain check? I might go to bed early. It’s been a busy day. What about you?”
Beau nods. “That’s fine. I need to catch up on a show so Andrew can finally talk to me about it without spoiling, but then I won’t be far behind you.” He opens his car door, and the frigid winter air seeps into the once warm car. I brace myself before opening my own door. The air is like a near literal bucket of ice water dumped over my head. It cools my heated body, but only momentarily, because Beau is striding up to stand beside me.
Beau has slept in my bed since that night a few weeks ago, and while I love it, it hasn’t exactly given me much time to take care of things myself.
He reaches out, pulling me in close, his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you in where it’s warm, butterfly.”
I let him lead me inside, allowing myself the freedom to sink into the embrace. The snow crunches under my feet, giving away just how cold it is, and thankfully, we’re inside quickly.
Beau helps me slide my jacket off, hanging it on a hook on the wall. I rest my hand over my belly as I kick off my snow-covered boots. I wobble slightly as I’m taking one off. Beau reaches out, clasping his fingers around my upper arm. “Don’t want you falling,” he murmurs.
When I look up, his brown eyes are dark, hair falling into his face.
“I’m okay,” I say, my voice breathy, almost needy. I tear my gaze away from his, and head further into the house. I shake my hands out, trying to get my head to clear, and my body to get with the program. I need to get out of Beau’s vicinity, because I need to take care of this needy feeling.
All I want right now is to ride Beau till my bones are mush. I cringe at my own thoughts. Did I really just think that?
“I think I’m going to go to bed,” I squeak, waving behind me in Beau’s direction. I don’t look back at him, out of fear that I may maul his beautifully handsome face if I look at him once more.
“Okay?” he says, more so as a question. He’s probably confused by my abrupt exit, but I need to get away.
I rush down the hall toward my bedroom, and when I get a whiff of Beau’s muted cologne wafting from the guest room, I’m a goner. I need a release like I need my next breath. I nearly fly into my bedroom, closing the door as gently as I can behind me, and shimmying my leggings down to the floor. I kick both the leggings and my underwear off as I make my way to the bed.
“Fuck,” I curse as I feel just how needy I am.
I flop like a beached whale onto my bed, blindly reaching into my nightstand for my trusty toys. I grab the first one my hand touches, my free hand already reaching between my bare thighs. Wetness has gathered there, and I let out a low moan, biting down on my lip to silence myself when my fingers make contact with my clit.
My hand brings forward the toy I’ve grabbed, the one that focuses on my clit. Perfect. I hold down the button to turn on the suction, and ramp it up all the way. Just the way I like it.
All the repressed tension starts to release from my body as soon as it makes contact with my clit. “Oh, god,” I moan. I lose myself to the sensations, my hips rocking at their own rhythm. The hand not controlling the toy slides under my shirt, pulling my bra cups down. My fingers skate over my nipples, teasing them gently. I miss my piercings, but my nipples are just as sensitive now without them as they were with them.
Thank you, pregnancy.
I tease myself, adjusting the vibrator slightly. I try to shut off my mind, to just give in, but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking of Beau. Of the way he felt inside me, his fingers, and his cock. The way his weight felt over me, the way he kissed me.
My cunt clenches around the emptiness, and I yearn for more. I already can’t get the best angle with the vibrator due to my stomach, so I can’t imagine that trying to multitask with my dildo and my vibrator would end in anything other than frustration.
I turn my head, unknowingly turning my face into a leftover hit of his cologne from the close contact I had with him throughout the night. I inhale, sucking in that perfect scent of him. My clit thumps, a low heat rumbling through my core. My pussy tightens, taking me closer and closer to an orgasm that I so desperately need. I twist and pinch my nipples, giving into the temptation, remembering his mouth on them.
With that, I explode, coming hard and fast. My entire body shakes with the release, my legs unable to stop moving. I let out a loud string of curses, grateful that I’m alone, and can let myself go, can let myself feel every breathtaking moment of this incredible orgasm.
The vibrator moves just a bit, but it spurs another round of pleasure. My heart pounds, body going limp, only jerking every other second as I try to compose myself.
I needed that. I shift the vibrator from my now over-sensitive clit, holding down the button to turn it off. I flop my hand onto the bed next to me, the vibrator landing beside me on the comforter.
With a heavy sigh, I allow the endorphins to run through my body, giving me that natural high I’ve been craving.
An eerie feeling washes over me though, and I get the sense that I’m no longer alone.
Sure enough, when I open my eyes, Beau is standing in the now open doorway, leaning against the frame, his arms crossed, and his eyes hungry.