Page 87 of Beau & Autumn

An indulgent thought crosses my mind. Does Autumn love me too?

And it’s one that I have no right to ask. Even if it isn’t out loud.

“Beau…” Her whisper knocks me out of my reverie.

My eyes flick down to her as she moves her hand across my chest while she stirs.

I love how her hands touch me even in her sleep. My dick stirs beneath the sheets because this is what she evokes in me; complete and utter devotion. Her presence is so calming. And I’ve never felt this way.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Good morning.” She buries her face into my chest like she’s embarrassed.

I stroke the back of her hair until she looks up at me.

“Good morning, wife. How did you sleep?” Okay that’s half tongue in cheek because I had her up most of the night.

She smiles and kisses my shoulder, and that’s all it takes for my morning wood to expand even more. She lights me on fire with just a few strokes of her fingers and a peck on my shoulder. “I slept just fine, eventually, when you let me sleep.”

I chuckle. “Oops.”

“You can say that again.”

“Oops,” I repeat. She nudges me and rolls back onto her pillows, removing her hands from me and covering her face. It wasn’t just one time. In fact, I lost count.

“Was it… Uh….” I love it when she’s like this, all coy and shy. It makes me want to roll her over and remind her that I can make that blush ten times brighter. “Was it good for you, too?”

I snort. “Uh, we used half a packet of rubbers, so I think you know the answer to that. I loved every second of it.” I stare at her, propping my head into my hand. For a second my heart drops as I think maybe she’s regretting it, or having second thoughts. “Did you?”

She nods, removing her hands from her face. “Yes.” She doesn’t sound hesitant, thank God.

“Why were you covering your face like you’re embarrassed?”

She bites her lip and I’m reminded that’s what got her into trouble in the first place. “Because you were everywhere, Beauster.”

“As your husband I should think so.” I laugh to try and make light of things. I don’t want her being shy or unsure around me. She’s absolutely gorgeous, and the things we did to each other and with each other were better than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life. “As long as you don’t regret anything? I know you were really upset yesterday. We need to talk about that.”

She rolls onto her side to face me. “I would never regret anything with you, not when you make me feel… special. Like I matter. And this? Being here just with you, it’s nice. It feels right.”

“Of course you matter. Nothing has to be awkward. We’re two consenting, married adults and we had some fun.” Even as I say it, I wince. Had some fun? Am I crazy?

“Was it a one time thing for you?” She sounds hesitant.

I frown. “What?”

“You know, just testing the waters. We consummated the marriage and all, but what does this mean? Yes it was fun, but we crossed the line.”

I brush some loose strands of hair off her shoulder as she traces her fingers down my arm, doing nothing at all to keep my morning wood at bay. She’s not pressing into me enough to notice yet. “I guess it means that we have something more than what we originally thought. Crossing the line was so worth it.” I rub my nose against hers.

“Do we keep going?” she whispers. “As in… the sex?”

I grin, rocking my hips against her. I love how she gets so shy about saying the word sex. “What do you think?” I want to hear her say it.

She gasps, looking down, now she’s noticing what I’ve got going on. Oh yeah, he’s standing up to your attention, wifey. You have full control of whatever you want to do to him. “Are you always like this in the morning?”

“Yes. Around you, anyway. You’re naked and I had to restrain from waking you up with my mouth.” I don’t care anymore. She needs to know.

She rolls her lips in that adorable way of hers. “That’s awfully enticing.”

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