Beau #2
I kissed her inner thigh. “I’ll buy you more. I’ll buy you ten for every pair I rip off your perfect body. And then I’ll rip all of those off, too.”
My lips pressed up the little space left before I arrived at my destination. My tongue slipped over her skin until I found her needy, swollen clit.
“Oh shit! Beau…God that feels…oh…”
A fucking possessive, deep growl tore through my chest at her praise. I could spend all night right here, my face buried between her thighs, the taste of her overwhelming all of my senses.
Her legs started to shake, and I felt Birdie tugging against the blanket.
My girl was already so close. I teased my fingers around the edge of her pussy, slipping one inside, then another, trying not to pay attention to the way my cock was about to drill a fucking hole in the earth beneath me.
It wanted attention, too, but it could fucking wait until Birdie had fallen apart on my tongue and my fingers first.
I stroked her soft, warm walls, waiting to feel the tension in her body build. If the way her thighs were pressed up against my ears was any indication, I knew I didn’t have long. I sucked on her clit, letting my teeth graze over the sensitive bundle of nerves as I released it from my mouth.
“Beau!” My name echoed out around us, her walls clamping down on my finger as I continued to stroke inside her.
When I’d wrung every last drop of her orgasm from her body, I sat up, my eyes tracing over every inch of her body. Birdie was flushed, her eyes closed while her chest rose and fell rapidly. A lazy smile sat on her face, and I couldn’t help but smile. too.
I held my fingers up, catching her gaze as I brought them up to my mouth and licked them clean.
“How was that, Chickadee?” I asked, her chest rising and falling a little faster as I leaned back down to kiss her.
“A good start,” she sighed.
“Good?” I groaned playfully. “Damn. I thought I’d get a better grade than just ‘good’.”
“I said it was a good start. It would have been fantastic if your fingers were what I really wanted. But they weren’t, even if they are a wicked combination with your tongue.”
“What do you want instead?”
Her eyes dropped to my crotch, and I groaned. “I was going to wait until we were back at the house. I had a plan.”
“Plans are fun, but I don’t think I can wait. I don’t want to wait.”
My fingers shook as I reached into my back pocket. “Good thing I was thinking ahead for every possible outcome.”
Birdie laughed as I waved the condom between us.
“Pants off, Cowboy.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. About two point five seconds later, I was standing in front of the woman of my dreams naked as the day I was born, my dick slapping me in the stomach, fucking begging for attention as I rolled the condom over it.
Birdie was smirking at me, her eyes wide, not shying away from staring.
“Like what you see?” I asked, chuckling as I got down on my knees.
“Mhm.” She nodded. “I love the sight of you down on your knees, crawling towards me.”
I slowed my movements, her pupils dilating even more as I dropped my hands to the ground and made my way closer to her.
I stopped to press a kiss to her good ankle.
Then her knee. And her thigh. I couldn’t resist lingering there, my fingers coming up to gently run over the warm skin of her other thigh.
“Beau…Please,” she panted, her hands going into my hair.
“I’m going to worship you, Chickadee. I hope you know that.
In this moment, and for the rest of my life.
” I started moving up her body again, pressing a kiss over the fabric of her dress that was somehow still covering her belly.
Up to her breasts, the skin so smooth and angelic in the lantern light.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth, her chest hitching as I rolled the sensitive bud over my tongue.
And when I let my teeth rake over it as I moved away, the moan that slipped from Birdie’s mouth had my balls drawing up, threatening to spill before I’d even gotten inside her.
“You’re so fucking perfect. I’m so mad at myself for wasting all these years. I was a fucking coward—”
Her mouth was on mine before I could finish my thought.
“Everything worked out exactly how it was supposed to.” Her eyes sparkled as I looked down into them.
“This moment means everything to me. Everything. And it wouldn’t be what it is without everything in our lives going exactly as it did to bring us here.
I’m so grateful for all the years I had as your best friend.
And I’m so grateful that we are finally at a place where we can admit it’s always been so much more than that. ”
“I love you, Chickadee.”
“I love you, too, Cowboy. If you’re waiting for an invitation, consider this it, okay? I’m ready. Really, really…and I can’t stress this enough…really ready.”
Nodding, I kissed her, my body pressing hers further into the pile of pillows as our tongues tangled together.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked.
“Yes, just…go slow,” she whispered as her hands landed on my shoulders.
I kissed her again, my teeth playfully pulling at her bottom lip. “I will. I don’t ever want to hurt you. You’re too precious to me.”
Our eyes stayed locked on one another as I pressed my cock against her entrance. Jesus, fuck. I hadn’t made it further than the tip of my dick, and she already felt like heaven. “Fuck, Birdie. You feel…this feels…”
I was stuttering over my words. Everything in the world seemed to quiet, including any coherent thoughts in my brain as I inched deeper into her.
“I’m good, Beau. So good. Just keep—oh!” I was fully seated in her when her eyes rolled to the back of her head and closed.
“Birdie? Hey, sweetheart.” My hand brushed over her hair while I balanced on my other arm to stop myself from crushing her. “I need you to tell me that this is okay. That you’re not hurting, that I’m not hurting you.”
“I’m good, Cowboy. You feel so good. I feel…” Her neck moved as she swallowed, her eyes finally opening to find mine. “I’m so…full. I just…give me a second to catch my breath.”
I chuckled, my head falling to the crook of her neck where I licked over the pulse point that was jumping under the delicate skin there.
“If you don’t want me to use foundation, you better not give me a hickey,” she warned, gasping as my mouth continued to suckle on that spot while my hand brushed against her nipple.
“I need you to move now, okay? I need you to move.” Her repeated plea was so fucking cute. But it was her nails raking over my shoulders and her hips rolling beneath me that were going to send me over the edge. When she lifted her leg and hitched it around my hip, I knew she wasn’t messing around.
“You got it, baby. Fuck, even in my wildest dreams, I never thought you would feel this good.”
We fell into an intense rhythm—slow at first, but still so fucking powerful—my hips guiding the connection between our bodies. I captured her mouth, our tongues colliding as her nails slid down my back.
“Look how perfectly I fit here,” I groaned as I pulled out, pushing back into her as slowly as the last little bit of my control would allow, my hand pressing low on her belly, just between her hips.
I leaned down, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“You take me so fucking well, Chickadee. You were made for me.”
The heat built slowly at first, melting everything down to a singular point of connection between us. And then the fire hit. An inferno that was so powerful, its crescendo fused our two souls together as one.
There, under the stars in the place I loved, with the woman who had always held my heart, I watched as her orgasm rolled through her. My own release wasn’t far behind, a pathetic groan leaving my chest before I could swallow it down.
My head rested against hers, my body still trembling from my release.
“I love you, Birdie. I love you so fucking much. You’re the best gift I’ve ever been given.
And I’m so sorry it’s taken me all this time to get here with you.
But all that time we lost, I’m going to make it up to you.
” It was a promise that bled from the deepest part of my soul and took root in the soil we were laying together on top of.
Every word would grow into the grass, and the flowers, and the trees surrounding us.
The promise would seed out over the land through the years I kept that vow.
And one day, when Birdie and I were both no longer here, when we were waiting at the springs for our children to come and join us on the other side like she’d sang in her lullaby to Juniper, those words would come back and spark new love and life into our family for generations to come.