Page 36 of Beacon

The soft words touch me so deeply I make a little whimper. “Mack.”

He kind of shrugs. “And nothing I do can change it. I promise I tried.”

I want to kiss him so badly that the attempt to hold back almost rips me in two. But even with his naked confession, I still don’t know if that’s allowed.

Because I still may not be the person who is capable of giving him what he really wants and needs.

“I don’t feel like I used to,” he goes on. “About life. About myself. So I know whatever this is—between us—isn’t what I thought I wanted before. It’s not… not forever. But I didn’t realize how lonely I’ve been until you showed up last week. And despite everything else that’s different now, I still want to be with you. That one thing hasn’t changed. So for now, just for now, I figured maybe I can… I can have it.”

I make a gurgle as I try yet again not to cry. He’s clearly drawing limits around our relationship. He doesn’t want to be my husband and the father of my children like he used to want. We have these six weeks and nothing more. But it’s so much better—so much more—than I thought I’d ever get of him again. “I want that too. We don’t know what’s going to happen in the next couple of months, but for now we have this… this space where we can be together. So let’s be together like this while we can and worry about the rest of it later.”

Mack’s face tightens in the way it always does when he’s emotionally affected. “Yeah. That sounds good to me.” He moves his hand, stroking my hair back from my face and then rubbing my lips with two of his fingers.

The light touch triggers all kinds of nerve endings that send ripples of pleasure through my body.

“I can just hold you tonight if you want,” he says, his voice thickened now from more than just emotion.

I shake my head. “I need more than that tonight.”

“Okay.” He pauses only a few seconds before he lifts his body from mine to make room for me to move. “Then why don’t you turn over on your stomach?”

My pussy clenches in excitement as I rearrange, stretching out on my front with my head turned toward the side.

He slides up the skirt of my gown and rubs my bottom. Then he lowers himself again and moves my hair so he can kiss my shoulder and the back of my neck.

I sigh in pleasure as he takes his time kissing his way down my spine, and I’m deeply aroused when he reaches my butt. He lifts it slightly. Mouths down the back of my thigh and then over, nuzzling lower until he finds my pussy and gives it a big lick.

I’m so turned on I let out a little squeal at the sensations. It feels like he’s smiling as he repositions himself over me so he’s almost lying on top of me, using his knees for support to line his hard cock up at my entrance and pushing in. “How’s that?” he murmurs.

“It’s good.”

“You’re so hot and wet and tight. You’re letting me in so good.”

I moan helplessly at the tight penetration and at his words. I love the feel of his big body pressing down into mine. “Mack,” is all I can say.

He’s breathing faster now. His muscles are tense, andhis cock is big and thick inside me. “Fuck, Anna. This is what I need.”

“Me too. Me too.” I rock my hips up in response to the deep compulsion of my body. I need him to take me. Fuck me. Claim me.

When he starts to thrust, it’s slow and steady and rhythmic. It feels good. So incredibly good. I groan and gasp and fit my arm around one of his so I can hold on to his flexing bicep.

Mack is moaning almost as much as I am. His breath is hot and damp against my skin.

After a few minutes, when he doesn’t change his tempo, I say, “It feels like you’re holding back, Mack. Why are you holding back?”

“I thought you might need it gentle tonight.” He bites back what sounds like another groan—as much effort as pleasure.

“I don’t want it gentle.” My face is blazing hot, and I’m feeling so much more in my heart. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want everything from you.”

He makes another guttural sound as his hips jerk clumsily against my bottom a few times. As if he momentarily lost control of them.

I cry out at the feel of it. “Yes! Just like that. Mack, please!”

He must realize now that I mean it because he lets out a loud groan and picks up his pace. Soon he’s pushing intome from behind hard and fast, grunting loudly each time his thrusts shake my body and the bed.

I’ve started grunting with him as his motion builds me up toward release. I shamelessly pump my ass up toward his thrusts and then make a helpless sound as I finally fall into orgasm.

He’s right behind me, pushing a few final times into my clenching pussy before he yanks out his cock and holds it against my bottom as he comes.

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