43. Marley
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MARLEY
S urprisingly, the third trimester has been treating me wonderfully. I didn’t expect to feel as good as I do, and I know it won’t last, so I’m taking advantage of it. I decided against doing a maternity shoot. My brain is so scattered when it comes to Beau and me, that the thought of taking maternity photos with him, sends me into a spiral.
Therefore, I’m doing my version of a maternity shoot, a boudoir shoot. I have my camera set up on a tripod in the center of the room, and have a beautiful white lace with floral accents bra and panty set on. My breasts are almost spilling out of the top with how much they’ve grown. Thankfully, they aren’t as sensitive anymore, but I know they’re going to grow even more when I breastfeed.
I dim the lights so the room is left in a warm glow. It’s early evening, and with it being spring now, it doesn’t get dark at four o’clock anymore. Instead of using the camera’s self-timer and getting all hot and sweaty from running back and forth, I have a small remote I can tuck into my palm, or hide behind my belly.
With the room ready, I check my camera lens one last time, and then position myself in front of the frame. I pose, clicking the button a few times before I change the way I’m standing. While I take the photos, I let my mind wander a bit, falling into the muscle memory of the boudoir shoot.
Beau has spent every night in my room now for weeks, and while I know I should fight it, or work harder to keep things separate, I can’t seem to do it. Every night when we lay in bed together, he talks to the babies. He tells them all the things we will do together, the places we'll go, and every night, another crack in my armor appears.
I’ve loved Beau for so long, and now, he’s offering me everything I’ve ever wanted on a silver platter. Himself, a future, a life together. And yet, I hold back, just enough to make sure that I’m protecting my heart.
He is my reason for breathing. I should know by now that I won’t lose him, regardless of our children. Beau will always be there for me. I wish I knew what I needed to let go of my fears, to stop worrying so much and just… be. I wish I knew what I needed to fully entrust him with my heart and with my future.
I’ve always loved Beau. I’ve never questioned that. But now, I’m learning what it feels like to be in love with him. What it’s like to wake up every morning in his embrace, even if I’m sprawled across the bed like a starfish, or with smelly breath.
He proves to me every day that he is there for me and not just because I’m pregnant. Why do I let my stupid brain take the front seat, telling me that we aren’t ready to give in, even though I know I can, that we have, and that I want to? He makes me feel beautiful, confident, and happier than I ever thought I could be. I love the body I’ve been given. While I’ve had moments during my pregnancy, overall, Beau has made me feel like the most gorgeous woman on earth.
This maternity shoot is for me. I want to memorialize the way I look right now, the confidence I have in myself. And also… I want to feel sexy, to show myself that even though my ankles are swollen, and I’ve gained more weight than I have in years, I can still be sexy.
With that, I take off the bra. My breasts are heavy on my chest as the fabric falls to the ground, and I hook my thumb on the waistband of the panties, shimmying them down to the floor.
I adjust the lights again until the room is swathed in a deep glow. There’s a sheer sheet hanging off the side of the chaise lounge, so I grab it, carefully draping it over my body.
Clutching the fabric, I lay it across my breasts. Since the fabric is sheer, it is easily seen through, but the illusion will be gorgeous in the photos. The rest of it hangs down my side, the ripples of fabric settling against my thigh. My nipples begin to pebble under the cool breeze in the room, and I have a feeling Beau would be dying if he were here.
I pop one leg, and rest my free hand over my stomach. Still holding the small remote, I click the button a few times, then slowly adjust my pose.
After a few more poses, some more risqué than others, I decide to move to the bed. I drop the sheet onto the flat bed, and arrange the camera where I want it. It’s a bit of a challenge to climb onto the bed, given that I’m nearing eight months pregnant, but I make it. I’m slightly out of breath, but hey, I have two babies pressing against my lungs.
When I catch my breath, I move to the position I’m imagining, and get to work taking the photos.
I’m unsure of how much time has passed when the front door to my studio unlocks. Only two people have keys, so it has to be either Josie or Beau. I still panic slightly, as I’m totally naked underneath the sheer sheet I’m still using as my prop.
“Marley?” Beau’s voice calls from the entryway. Thank god. I stop my attempt in rushing to get up, instead turning onto my side and adjusting the sheet to cover me.
“Back here.”
His footsteps move closer, then halt as he takes in my prone form on the bed. “What are you doing?” His voice is tinged with confusion.
“I was taking some maternity photos.” I chuckle softly at the look of awe on his face.
Beau nods, and I really am able to take in his appearance. His hair is down today, hanging in loose, wavy curls on his shoulders. He has on a pair of dark jeans, and a white button-down shirt. His eyes rake up and down my body, like he isn’t sure where he wants his gaze to land.
Brown eyes rest on my face. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you, Marley Bell.”
“I think it’s the other way around,” I reply with a breathy voice. My heart rate slowly picks up with each passing second, a raving heat passes through my blood down my limbs. Warmth spreads between my thighs, and I shudder.
“You deserve every good thing in this world, and if I’m what you want, then I’ll work to earn your love every single day for the rest of my life.”
His proclamation comes from his lips so easily that I can’t bear not touching him for a moment longer. “Come here, please,” I murmur.
Beau crosses to me in two steps, already working down the buttons on his shirt. I sit up—awkwardly—and take his cheeks in my palms so I can feel him. Our breaths mingle as our lips crash together, and a rush of emotion floods my chest. He is mine, my person, my best friend, the father of my children.
His shirt falls to the floor, leaving him in only his white undershirt. I practically rip it from his body, so desperate and eager to have him right now.
My fingers move around his inked chest, feeling the trembles and goosebumps that follow my path. My legs wrap around his waist as I pull him closer to me. His hands are moving up and down my back, til he reaches the bottom, squeezing my hips. “I need this,” I say breathlessly against his swollen lips.
His cock swells against my stomach, hardening further with each passing second. “Tell me what you need,” Beau says, kissing down my jaw.
I don’t reply, just tangle my hands in his hair, and pull him to my lips again. “You. I need you,” I murmur.
Beau shifts us, scooting me further onto the bed. “Let’s get you comfortable then.”
He adjusts me so I’m leaning against the headboard, my body propped up with pillows. He takes gentle care in making sure I’m comfortable with every passing breath. I’m already completely naked for him, my belly completely on display. I love how sexy this man makes me feel. Beau’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he quickly unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down his legs. The way his cock is so visible even in his boxers makes me want to skip whatever he has in mind, and get his cock in my mouth right now.
Beau slides his boxers down his legs, freeing his cock and giving me a little taste of what is to come. He settles onto the bed between my thighs, eyes rampant and eager.
He lays down so his chest is flat against the bed, face lined up with my pulsing cunt. “I could spend every hour of every day between these gorgeous thick thighs. Every taste of you has me instantly craving more, Marley.”
Beau gently kisses the inside of my thigh, sliding one hand underneath my knee to hook it around his shoulder, opening me up further to him. My walls clench around him, as I anticipate his next move. My hands clench the sheets beneath me, the constant yearning for him only growing stronger as he sits between my thighs.
His lips make contact with my slit, tongue swirling and circling my clit in a delicious form of torture. “Beau,” I gasp his name, my heart pounding rapidly.
Just his tongue is enough to build the heat inside me, bringing me closer to a mind blowing orgasm, but he doesn’t stop there. He moves his chin slightly, and I’m sure I’ll have beard burn between my thighs, but it will be worth every ache, because I’ll be reminded of this moment.
Beau’s large fingers slide into my soaked, waiting pussy, and the first curl and twist of his fingers sends a jolt of pleasure, making me writhe against his touch. He works me with practiced skill, like he knows my body better than I do.
He probably does, to be honest. We’ve been together less than five times, and yet, he knows exactly how to make me come, knows exactly what feels good to me.
Tongue flat against my clit, he curls his fingers inside me again and pumps in and out. An extra gush of pleasure soaks his fingers, and he groans into my clit. The tickle of his beard and the vibration of his mouth sends me spiraling to the edge of a mind numbing orgasm, but when his fingers slowly slide out, I nearly curse. “What are you doing?”
“Can I try something?” Beau asks.
“What?”
“Do you trust me?” His gaze is so pure with lust and heat.
“Of course,” I tell him. “I trust you.” More than anyone in the world. More than I even trust my own mind.
Beau’s answering smile gives me a new sense of joy. His mouth is on my pussy again within a moment, and the pleasure builds once more.
His fingers circle my entrance, but never enter. They slide lower until they contact the tight ring around my back entrance. He circles there, applying only the slightest amount of pressure.
“Beau!” I gasp. It’s a completely new sensation, something I’ve never thought about doing before, or truly even considered.
“Is it okay?” he asks, backing away for just a moment.
“Yes,” I cry, shivering with anticipation.
Beau grins, and then his mouth is back, tongue tracing designs and patterns around my clit.
His finger never passes the entrance, just applies a torturous pressure. Two fingers slide back into my pussy unexpectedly, encouraging the heat to build again.
With one finger pressing on my ass, two others curl inside me, twisting and thrusting, my walls clench around him, and I’m hurtling toward an intense orgasm only moments later. “Oh my god,” I cry out, my body eager and pulsing.
He murmurs something against my clit, and the subtle vibration is the final push I need. My orgasm shocks me, my body jolting and jerking into the bed with each pulse and movement. My other thigh clenches against him, and the fingers not inside me squeeze the outside skin of my thigh, giving me a slight bite of pain with the deep, bone-rattling intensity of my orgasm.
His finger increases the pressure against my back hole, but it’s enough—a delicious hint of what could be.
When my body relaxes and I’m no longer shuddering and jolting under his touch, I release my clutch on the sheets and let my legs fall to rest on the bed. “Holy,” I can’t even finish my words.
Beau slides his fingers out and my walls clench once more around him. When he rocks back onto his heels, his cock is still proudly waiting for what is coming.
“My turn.” I sit up, moving over to the side, and pushing Beau down onto the pillows. He tries to fight me, but I rest my hand on his chest, kissing his wet, swollen lips. “You like tasting me?” I ask.
He nods.
“I like tasting you, so let me have my taste.”
Beau groans, reaching back and pulling at the roots of his hair.
I slide my hands down his chest, pressing open mouthed kisses as I do. His cock is still rock hard, the tip red and eager for my touch. When I reach his thighs, I use one hand to stroke up and down his cock, and then I take him in my mouth.
The instant taste of precum spurs me on. I squeeze the base of his dick, sliding my tongue slowly up the shaft as I suck hard on the tip. When I reach the back of my throat, I let it relax, opening further to him.
One of Beau’s hands leaves from behind his head to cup the back of my head, hands tangling in my hair. He tightens his fingers at the root, guiding my head as I move up and down.
He tastes so good, and I’m so eager to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
When I gag slightly, my eyes water, and I feel Beau’s hand leave my head to slide down my back and cup my round ass. He squeezes hard, fingers digging into the soft, ample flesh.
My pregnant belly makes the angle awkward, and I’m short of breath within moments, but I don’t want to stop. I want to feel him coming down my throat.
“Marley,” Beau groans, squeezing my ass harder. His other hand pulls me up and off his cock.
I pout as I pop off his cock, eager for him.
Beau shifts so he’s sitting, rock hard cock ready for whatever is next. He cups my cheek, kissing me softly. “How you doing?”
“So good,” I reply. I’m still catching my breath, my eyes watering. “Next time, you’re coming in my mouth,” I tell him.
“You won’t hear me complaining,” he says with a chuckle. “Lay on your side.”
He helps me lay down on the pillows still on the bed. Adjusting the pillows under my head, he asks, “Are you comfortable?”
I nod. “Yes,” I say, telling him the truth. I love how he always takes the time to make sure I’m comfortable and content before doing anything.
Beau slides down behind me, his chest pressed against my back. Both of our bodies are hot and sweaty, but I feel whole and complete next to him.
His length is pressed against my back, giving me a reminder of what is soon to come. With one arm, Beau slides under my thigh, lifting it up to hook on his thigh, opening me to him. He adjusts my hips, pulling me up and back.
His cock settles at my entrance, pressing slightly, just enough to give me a little taste of what’s to come.
“Please, Beau,” I cry, and he slowly thrusts inside me. The tension that has wrapped around my heart, the barrier I’ve held deeply between us starts to crack and fall to the floor in shambles. I’m giving myself over to him with every passing second.
His breath shudders against my neck. I feel so full with him at this angle that I can hardly form a coherent thought. His hips thrust in a leisurely pace, his arm wrapping around my body to cradle me to him. Beau kisses my neck, gently nipping and biting.
“Beau,” I cry. This moment is intimately tender, leaving me at a loss for words..
He groans into my neck, clearly feeling the same as I do. I can’t reach my clit to give myself more friction to achieve another orgasm, but I don’t care. I feel incredibly connected to him right now, that it’s the best possible feeling. My hand reaches behind my head to twist my fingers into his hair, clutching him to me.
“You feel so good, Mar,” Beau groans. “Fuck, I—” he cuts himself off, instead kissing my neck and thrusting harder into me. His voice is thick with emotion, and it makes me wonder what he might have wanted to say.
I’m holding back myself, the words resting on my lips, because for the first time in our entire friendship or relationship, I feel at peace with my decision, with the choice to let go for once and for all.
My walls clench hard around him, and he pulses inside me. Beau’s hand squeezes my tits, paying special attention to my nipples. “I’m so close,” he says in my ear, and it’s overwhelming, having him like this, feeling this connection to him. I cry out as he thrusts two final times, coming inside me with a low growl.
“Oh my god,” I say through heavy breaths.
“Yeah,” Beau repeats the sentiment. His cock twitches inside me as his head flops onto the pillow. “You okay?”
I sigh in delight. “Yeah. I’m so good.”
“What happened?” Beau asks.
“What do you mean?”
“You kinda pounced on me.” He rushes to add, “Not that I’m complaining, just… surprised.”
“Just… realizing some things.”
“Like?” he presses.
“How much you mean to me, how much I…” I hesitate. “Care for you. You’ve done so much for me, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you.” I want to say more, but the words don’t seem to come.
Beau pulls me closer to him. “You have nothing to thank me for, Marley.”
Throat tightening, I nod. “If I weren’t carrying a beach ball around my belly I’d turn around and hug you, but that will take five business days.”
He laughs, and I feel the vibration in my back. “I’ll come to you, love.”
Beau slides out of me, our mixed wetness sliding out onto the sheet below me. I adjust a bit, and Beau quickly rounds the bed to my other side. He lies down beside me, and cradles my head in his hands, kissing me softly all over my face. I giggle with each kiss and movement until he lands on my lips. He kisses me slowly, as if trying to convey so many words in the action.