Page 83 of Beau & Autumn

She nods, making a panting, breathy noise. “Yes.”

I let go of her arms, cupping her tits as I suck and nibble each one. Then I move a hand lower and over the front of her panties. They’re soaking. I cuss.

“You’re dripping.”

“I told you I want you. Hurry.”

I smile, wagging a finger at her. “One thing you’ll learn about me, angel. I’ll never rush things when I’m in bed with you. I’m gonna take my sweet time and suck every single orgasm from your body.”

“Oh, God.”

I snake my hand under the elastic, groaning when I feel her flesh and then her legs part for me and she’s so fucking wet. I groan out loud. I want to sink my dick inside so badly, but I need her to come at least twice before I even think about that.

She gasps when I run my fingers through her slit and circle her clit. “So wet,” I mutter.

Knowing she’s needy, I’ll give her a little taste. Running my hands through her heat again, I spread her slickness and circle her clit again, this time I add pressure and she bucks beneath me.

“Beau!”

I keep swirling and watch the glow over her skin as her eyes squeeze closed and she detonates. “Who am I?” I growl.

“Husband!” she cries. “My husband.”

I remove her panties, not even letting her come down from her spiral. Spreading her legs I forget about my own throbbing need and lean down to lick my tongue through her sweet juices. “So sweet,” I mutter. “My wife is so sweet.”

She’s soaked and I love it. I lick her clit, my fingers pulling on her pussy lips gently as I circle one finger around her hole. Then I slide in. She grips my head tight and I almost lose my load. I pull out and insert another finger and start to move in and out as I nibble on her clit. Glancing up, she’s on her elbows, watching me, and I’ve never seen anything so damn sexy in all my life.

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Autumn

This man. This man! I try to close my legs, but he holds them open. The sight of Beau between my thighs is too much, not to mention he’s buried — literally buried — his face against my pussy. I cry out over and over as he milks more and more from my body, and I’m a mess. I’m a hot, sticky mess because of him. I had no idea my best friend could do these things. No man has ever made me feel like this. They’ve never taken their time, and definitely never eaten me out. Michael never liked it, but he expected blow jobs whenever he wanted. No! I’m not thinking about that asswipe while Beau sends me to Heaven and back.

He keeps muttering how wet I am, but he doesn’t stop playing with me. He teases and teases me until I’m screaming his name, his fingers deep inside me as I squeeze his head with my thighs. I’m a panting mess when he finally lifts his head, and I practically scream again when he says, “Are you ready for your husband's cock now?”

I had no idea that Beau could be such a dirty talker. It’s so freaking hot!

“Yes,” I pant without hesitation. “I want it, I want to make you feel good, too.”

He smiles, kissing his way up my body. “You do make me feel good, baby girl. Just by watching you come undone. But I’m not going to make love to you on the couch. I want you in our bed, but for now this bed will have to do.”

Our bed.

Holy smokes.

He lifts me and I wrap myself around him as he peels me off the couch. Our mouths meet and I taste myself on his lips. This is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

I never really expected that we would get to this point… That Beau might feel the same way about me, and maybe he doesn't feel exactly how I feel, but he wants me. He wants my body, and that has to be good enough for now. And boy, do I want him. All of him.

The way he makes me feel special in all the little things he does. The special touches. The gestures. All the things that make him Beau. He’s a good person and that’s what I love most about him. The rest is just a bonus. A very big bonus.

“I want that too,” I murmur between kisses.

He carries me to the bed, setting me down gently as I reluctantly let go. He looks so buff; his wide chest glistening with sweat as he moves over the top of me. “You have such a beautiful body, Autumn Leaf,” he whispers. “You’re perfect. Every inch of you.”

I breathe heavily reaching for him, needing him in my arms. “And so are you, do you know that?”

His lips quirk. “Maybe we’re perfect for each other after all.”

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