40. Beau
40
BEAU
I knew it. As soon as we walked in the door, I knew something was up. I had a feeling she needed me, and… she did, just not in the way I expected.
I watch as Marley tenses, her body cresting through what appears to be an incredible orgasm. Her legs shake, hand holding the little blue toy tightly to her soaking clit. From here, I can see how wet she is. Her pussy glistens in the dim light of her room, and my mouth waters. Literally waters . Because I know what she tastes like, and I’m ready for another hit.
She moves the toy from her pussy, turning it off and flopping her arm to her side. My dick strains in my pants, aching painfully. I lean against the frame of the door, crossing my arms as I watch her. Watch her as she catches her breath, and when she opens her eyes, she freezes.
“Butterfly…” I drag out the word. “What are you doing?” She sinks further into the bed—if that was possible—sliding her legs closed. She doesn’t say anything, but her cheeks grow hot. “Because it looks like you were taking care of something that is my job.”
Marley scoffs indignantly. “It’s not your job.”
I step forward into the room, taking the elastic from my wrist and pulling my hair back into a bun. “Yes it is. It is my job to take care of you in any way you need, pregnant or not.”
She scoots up, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “I can take care of myself,” she murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looks down, spots her vibrator on the bed, and quickly shoves it under the covers. “You shouldn’t have seen that.”
“I beg to differ. It seems like you might need some help.”
“I already came, Beau,” she says with an embarrassed look. “I don’t need your help.”
“Yeah, once. And my butterfly needs more than one to be truly satisfied.”
She is still refusing to look at me. I sit down on the bed in front of her. My hand reaches out, covering hers where it rests on the bed. I trail my fingers up her arm over her shirt, only stopping when I reach her neck. Goosebumps erupt on her skin.
“Beau,” she breathes my name, sending my own trail of shivers over my body. She’s not flat on her back, as she isn’t supposed to anymore, but sort of… half sitting. I lift my hand, cupping her cheek, and lean forward. My lips take hers in a harsh kiss. I need her to feel all my pent up emotions. The way I feel about her. The way I need her so desperately .
Marley tangles her hands in my tied hair, holding me to her mouth. Her teeth graze against my bottom lip, and she does something totally unexpected. She bites. Not a soft nip either, it almost feels like she’s trying to mark me.
I groan into her mouth, scooting up so I can get onto my knees on the bed. Our mouths stay locked together as her hands slide under my shirt. Her fingers trail over my stomach, my chest, then back down, nails scratching delicately over my goosebump-covered skin. I groan against her lips when her fingers lift the bottom of my shirt, and I drop my hands from her face, allowing her to take my shirt off. We part with heavy breaths, and I take in the sight of her—lips swollen and wet, eyes glassy and round as she takes in my body.
Marley reaches out her hand, caressing my shoulder and sliding her pointer finger over the details of my tattoo. She traces the wings of the butterflies, then the arms of the clock. I shudder at the gentle touch, but instead of letting her continue, I stop her, using my hand to guide hers off my shoulder. I slide it down until she’s resting over my heart, where she can surely feel the rapid pace.
I lock my eyes on hers, taking in the moment again. The world slows, giving me just another second to be just us two. Just two people who don’t know what is going to happen next, but at least we have each other to hold.
I lean into her, pressing kisses across her jaw, then her lips. I move so I’m kneeling beside her, cupping her cheek in one palm, and using my other hand to hold her smaller hand against my pounding heart. I pull away so I can tell her how I want this to go.
“I need another taste of you, Mar.” Marley lets her hand fall from my chest, and I rock back on my heels. “You’re going to ride my face.”
Marley’s eyes widen. “Right,” she scoffs.
I take her soft hips in my hands, gripping slightly. Rolling onto my back, I take her with me, gently so she doesn’t get hurt, but also in a way that shows her I’m not fucking around. I land with my head on a pillow, and Marley adjusts so she’s straddling my chest. Her wet pussy is warm on my chest, and fuck, I can’t wait to feel her thighs around my head like fucking ear muffs. I would die a happy man if I could taste her, and make her come like this every day, but I get the feeling that this moment may be fleeting, so I fully intend to not take a moment for granted.
My hands slide down slightly so they rest on her thighs, squeezing the dimpled yet smooth skin. With one hand, I push up her shirt so I can get a full view of her slightly rounded stomach, and her full breasts. Marley reaches back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall from her arms after her shirt is off.
Her breasts practically topple from the shelf of her bra, her nipples dark pink and tips swollen. My hand runs over her bump, cupping one of her breasts with one hand.
“Oh,” she sighs, when I pinch her swollen nipple. “Beau.”
“It’s my turn to make you come, butterfly.” I move both hands to her hips, and pull her up my chest.
Once I’ve arranged her where I want her, and she’s hovering over me, I lift my eyes to hers. She looks concerned, and I think I know why.
Winking, I’m about to settle her on my mouth, when she stops me.
“Do you…” she hesitates. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
I raise my brow, not bothering to answer. My mouth attacks her clit with eagerness, flicking and swirling. She bucks over me immediately, leaning back, resting one hand against my stomach. She’s holding back, not settling her full weight on me, though.
I pull back. “Marley,” I groan. “This is a fucking fantastic idea, so I’d really appreciate it if you give me a set of ear muffs, courtesy of your thighs. Give me all of you, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget all about that fucking toy of yours.”
She sits forward, eyes wide. She chokes out a stuttered word, but doesn’t get far with making a fight of it.
“Hands on the wall, butterfly.”
She does as I say, and then I’m enjoying my meal only a second later.
Marley groans, letting her weight settle on me. I trail my hands all over her body, cupping her ass and squeezing, rubbing her thighs, reaching up and tweaking those pointed nipples, granting me the cries I’ve so desperately wanted to hear for the last few weeks.
I don’t let up, not even when I feel her try to lift up off my face. She hasn’t come yet.
Marley rocks her hips over me, giving herself the extra friction that she needs. I’m still doing everything I can to get her to come all over me. Her body pulses, and I can tell she’s getting close.
“Beau, oh my god, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she chants, giving my ego a slight boost. Her warm wetness coats my lips, beard and tongue, as she comes all over my mouth with a long, breathy cry. Marley’s orgasm lasts twice as long as the one she got from her vibrator, her thighs shaking until she’s nearly prying herself off my mouth.
With a cocky grin, I look up, and her eyes gleam with her release. “Fuck,” she breathes.
I chuckle under my breath as she scoots down my body, her breasts swaying with each movement.
“How did you know?” Marley asks.
I shrug, sitting up. I’m trying to ignore the hard-as-steel cock in my jeans, but it’s nearly throbbing, yearning to be inside her. “You’ve been on edge all week, Mar. I knew you needed a release, and I’m more than happy to be the one to give it to you.”
She simply nods, then glances down at the tent I’m currently sporting. I don’t say anything, figuring she might ignore it, but she doesn’t. She reaches down, unbuttoning them with quick fingers, and pulling both my jeans and my boxers down.