Page 82 of Beau & Autumn

She’s so adorable. I lean down and cup one side of her face and kiss her chastely. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Shut up and take my jeans off.”

I comply, being careful to leave her panties in place; the same white, lace fabric taunts me. I don’t want to overstep the mark, but when I lay back on top of her, her hand traces down the front of my body. Her fingers trailing down between us as I feel them brush lower and finally she cups my dick.

“Fuck,” I mutter at the same time she says, “Holy mother of God.”

I can’t imagine Autumn playing with my dick. I can’t imagine it in her mouth. I can’t imagine it inside her, but man if I get to any kind of base past her gripping me tightly in her hot little hand, I’m gonna die a happy man.

I move my mouth to her ear. If she thinks I’m a super geek who’s only good at playing games and removing tiny spiders from bathrooms, she hasn’t been in bed with me.

I can play with her body for hours. “Does my wife want to take her husband's dick out?”

Her voice sounds like a silent prayer. “Beau.”

“Yeah, baby girl?”

She grips my dick harder, her hand smoothing over the outside of my boxers and I need her to take it out.

I move her bra straps down her arms and shove the cups down, roaming my lips over her rosy nipple once more. I know she’s feeling it, every single time I touch her, she bucks up into me.

“I want to see it.”

“So take it out.” I lift up to make it easier for her, dying for her bare hand to touch me.

This isn’t all about me, so this is all she’s gonna get until I finish what I’m doing, and I haven’t even made her come yet. She tugs on the elastic of my boxers and pulls them down. My cock springs free. She gasps and I feel a hundred feet tall at her reaction.

I’m hovering above her, resting on my hands as we both glance down. My dick is pointing straight up and it’s fucking hard. I don’t think I’ve ever been so damn hard in my entire life.

“Jesus Christ.” Her hot little hand moves over my shaft and she starts to sheath me slowly.

I groan, unsure how long I can keep this up without spurting all over her.

“You’re so big.”

I watch, my breathing just as ragged as hers as she milks my dick with her hand. I don’t thrust, I want to, but if I do, this will all be over. And I’m not done with my precious girl just at the moment.

“That’s it, feel how hard you get me. My hot little wife.”

“I want you, Beau. I need you.”

I love hearing her words, especially when she sounds so needy. She jerks me off while I lower my head. “Push your tits in my face, angel.” She does as I say and I suck her nipple while she pulls my dick and I think I’m going to die.

Suddenly I move off her, grabbing both her arms as I pin them next to her head. I gaze down at her. “We really gonna do this?”

She nods. No hesitation. “I want you.”

“Be more specific so I know, baby girl. You can talk to me.”

Her sweet, beautiful olive skin is pink and flustered. It sends me to the moon and back. “I want my husband's dick inside me.”

My heart races and I grin. When my mouth finds hers, this time my tongue dips inside and she gasps. We’ve never used tongues before, and it’s so damn hot.

Holding her arms down I rub my cock against her heat and she groans. She must be soaking. “Tell me how wet you are for me.”

“So wet.”

“Do you want your husband to check?”

---