Chapter 47 So Fucking Much
Chapter forty-seven
So Fucking Much
Beau
Ilie on my back and watch Jo swing one leg over my waist before lowering herself onto my hard cock.
It takes her a moment to be able to fit me comfortably at this angle, but once she does and starts moving, holy shit.
Bracing her hands on my chest, her hips move up and down at a steady pace while also gyrating in a circle.
Staring up at her, I can’t get enough of the view. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and it has nothing to do with her tattoos or dirty piercings. It’s all just Jo.
Her confidence.
Her empowerment.
She’s fucking incredible.
I already know I’ll never get enough of her. I set my hands on her hips, wanting to feel her soft skin while she continues to move. As she rides me, I feel her pussy squeezing me, pushing me closer to release every time she slides up and down my cock.
“Beau,” she moans my name as she throws her head back.
“Yeah, baby. Let me hear it.”
Her pace switches up to a slower one as if she’s trying to savor every single movement.
I reach down between her lips to take her clit between my thumb and finger. With a little bit of pressure, I hold it, making sure that every time she moves, she rubs in just the right spot.
“Oh, God!” She cries as she speeds up again.
I increase the pressure just a little, and between that, and her pace, it’s enough to have her coming again.
She squeezes my cock so hard that I can barely move in and out of her. She’s so tight that seconds later, I’m finding my own release.
“Fuuuuuuck, Jo,” I moan before she collapses on top of me.
Every time she and I have sex, Jo always reminds me how lucky of a man I am.
***
“You are something else,” I tell Jo as I kiss her shoulder. “Do you know that?”
“Back at you.” She smiles. “Can I ask you something?”
We’ve made our way to the bedroom, and she adjusts in the sheets so that she can look up at me.
“You can ask me anything, beautiful,” I tell her.
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
That’s not a question I was expecting to get from Jo, so I take a second to think about it. “You know, I’m not really sure,” I reply when I’m not able to come up with anything better.
“Do you think you want to get married and have kids?”
I look at her. “Where is this coming from?”
She visibly swallows the lump in her throat.
“This thing between you and me seems to be the realest relationship I’ve ever been in.
I’ve never even considered getting that serious with any of the other guys I’ve dated.
It’s like I knew that they had an expiration date, but with you, I don’t really feel that way.
I just don’t know where you stand on certain things. ”
“Well, where do you stand? Do you want to get married and have kids?”
She thinks for a moment and then lets out a small laugh. “I have absolutely no idea. I’ve honestly never thought about it before. In fact, I’ve never planned more than a couple weeks in advance.”
“You know, I’m not asking you to make any big plans right now,” I tell her. “We don’t have to talk about marriage or kids until you’re ready. I don’t want to push you into anything.”
“I know. But I don’t want you to think I’m not interested in those things. I am. Or at least I think I am.”
I lean forward to kiss her. “Jo, I waited for you for a decade. I finally have you back in my life. I’m not sure that I’m in any hurry to share you with anyone else. Whatever we decide about those things, we can figure it out down the road, and we will do it together.”
She smiles. “That sounds nice.”
“There is something I want to talk to you about, though.”
The smile immediately fades from her lips. “Oh?”
“Yes. I was thinking that if you wanted to move in here, you could instead of living with Dylan. If you don’t want to, that’s totally okay.
You won’t hurt my feelings, but I just thought that staying there with your brother and his wife and kids has to be hard.
So, if you’d rather live here, you could.
I mean, you’re here all the time anyway. ”
I can see her wheels turning, so I add, “Seriously, Jo, no pressure. If this is too soon, it’s okay. Just tell me, and I’ll back off.”
Her relief is evident. “I’ll think about it.”
I pull her close as we get a little more comfortable. I’m so glad she’s back in my bed. I didn’t sleep worth shit last night.
And apparently, neither did Ronnie.
When I’m almost about to drift off to sleep, she whispers, “Beau?”
“Yes, beautiful?”
“I love you.”
I don’t want to make a big deal out of it because I’m worried it’ll scare her off again, but on the inside, I am absolutely screaming like the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world.
“I love you too, Jo. So fucking much.”