Page 54 of Beacon

Blinking up at the ceiling, I process my location and position.

My location is in Mack’s bedroom in the cabin. And my position is beneath him. He rolled me over in his sleep and is lying half on top of me the way he occasionally does. His face is buried in the curve between my neck and shoulder.

The tense emotion in my chest from earlier has settled. I want to smile at Mack’s heavy form and deep breathing. He feels really relaxed. I bring a hand up so I can stroke his back and then slide it up to caress his smooth head.

“Mmm,” he says in half mumble, half moan. “Feels nice.”

I snicker and keep running my fingertips over the stretched skin and rippling bones of his skull. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“I was. Then you started petting me. Not gonna sleep through that.” He presses a few sleepy kisses against my throat. “You feel okay now?”

“Yeah. I’m better.”

“That’s good.” He mouths the pulse at the base of my neck. The spot he’s always trying to suck hickeys into.

“I’m not sure I have enough energy at the moment for your athletic brand of caveman sex though.”

He huffs with laughter against my skin, still kissing my neck and shoulder sweetly. “Caveman sex?”

“Not in a bad way. In a primal, vigorous, sexy way. It takes a lot of energy.”

He’s still laughing as he nuzzles my cheek and then pushes up my gown so he can get to my breasts. “It’s not like that.”

“It definitelyislike that. You’re way more sexually creative and ambitious than most men, and you’ve gotten more so these past weeks. I have no complaints about that, but sometimes I want to take it easy.”

“Well, you can take it easy. I don’t mind doing the work. I’ll try not to be too… vigorous.”

Now I’m laughing softly the way he is. He spends a while teasing my breasts and then moving down to kiss my belly. When his mouth moves even lower, I stop him. “Huh-uh. I told you my period is still going. Not much but a little.”

“You know perfectly well that’s never slowed me down in even the smallest way.”

“True, but seriously that’s too energetic for me this morning.”

“Okay,” he replies agreeably, moving back up to my breast. “Nothing too energetic. How about one finger?”

“I might need more than one finger!”

He can’t seem to stop chuckling even as he has one of my nipples between his lips again. “Nah. Can’t be too vigorous. Gonna have to be one finger.”

“At least two!” I’m holding his head in place at my breast since what he’s doing feels so good.

“Nope. One’ll do just fine. You gotta trust me.”

“I do trust you. But I like two fingers better.”

“I got a good size finger.” To prove himself, he slips one hand between my thighs, strokes me open, and then slides his index finger past my underwear and into my pussy. My period is so light I didn’t even bother with a tampon or pad this morning.

I gasp and arch up slightly as he starts rubbing my inner walls. There’s no way to be self-conscious about my period with Mack since he’s so clearly not bothered about it at all. He’s moving his finger firmly. Purposefully. He finds my G-spot and starts pushing into it.

I make the most ridiculous, stretched, high-pitched moan. It goes on for a really long time as the pleasure andneed throbs through me. I reach my arms above my head to clutch at the headboard.

“See? One finger’s gonna do just fine.” He keeps pumping against my G-spot, lifting his head from my breasts so he can watch my responses. “You’re really gettin’ into it now.”

“I’m… I’m…” I don’t even bother trying to finish the sentence. I’m whimpering again, arching my spine and tossing my head as I try to hang on.

“Be careful. Don’t wanna get too vigorous this morning.” Even his teasing tone doesn’t distract me from my mounting orgasm. “Your pussy is getting all tight around my finger now. You want this bad, don’t you?”

I’m making a lot of embarrassing, wordless sounds, and one of them might have been an affirmative answer.

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