Page 47 of Beckon

Chandler twisted his head away, ending their kiss, but Tami didn’t mind. Especially when he started rocking his hips in a slow, torturous rhythm.

His rasping breath was hot and humid against the crook of her neck. And then it disappeared when he levered the top half of his body up, never faltering with the pace of his hips.

Everywhere his eyes tracked felt like a physical touch. Only one part of their bodies connected and yet she felt closer to him than she ever imagined.

Using his elbows to stay suspended, he held her face once more. Their eyes were locked onto each other as he made love to her body and soul.

It was maddening and freeing and terrifying and a million other things. She brought her hands around his shoulders, cupping his cheeks, mirroring his hold on her. In doing so, it brought his upper body back toward her. When her nipples brushed his chest, she hissed. His dark eyes rolled back in his head before he dropped his face to her chest, dislodging her hold.

Her eyes followed his lips, watching her nipple disappear into his mouth. Winding her arms around his back, she held on for dear life as he consumed her.

Chandler’s hands slipped to her shoulders, holding her in place for the onslaught of his actions. That was the first time his hips changed pace. From sweet and metered, to frantic and uncontrolled.

His body pounded into her with enough force to drive her through the headboard if he hadn’t pinned her in place.

“Fuck, angel, I’m not going to last. Please… tell me you’re close?” His plea, the desperation in his voice coupled with his hips slamming into her and hitting everything just right, ensured that she was.

“Ch… I’m… sh…” Those were the only syllables she understood, the rest were primal sounds and grunts. Chandler’s body robbed her of coherent speech. She felt the orgasm slam into her with a force that was foreign.

It was a chain reaction of carnal bliss. Chandler started to come, which prolonged her own pleasure. The more she came, it felt like the more he came too, until he collapsed on top of her in a panting, sweaty tangle of satisfied limbs.

It had been so long since she’d felt the weight of a man on top of her, she swore that is what set off a flutter of small aftershocks. A shudder coursed down her entire being causing Chandler to copy her.

They lay in a heap for a few moments, before Chandler rolled to his side, bringing Tami with him. He grabbed the back of her neck, pressing their foreheads together.

“That was amazing.” He peppered very lazy kisses on her lips. “Thank you.” Chandler slipped from her body with a sigh but held her tight.

Tami wanted to stay like this and share words of love with him, but she couldn’t focus beyond the wetness seeping from her body. She couldn’t fall asleep like that.

Would that turn him off if she got up and showered? She dismissed that thought immediately. Chandler didn’t judge her, if he did, she wouldn’t be here needing to rinse off.

“I’m going to go take a quick shower, do you wanna join me?”

“Hmmm, rain check? You absolutely wore me out.” His voice was sleepy. “Will it bother you if I clean up in a minute instead?”

A minute her pasty white butt. He would be asleep before she got the temperature right on the shower. But it touched her that he was still willing to pull himself up if she’d asked it of him.

Normally, it would bother her, but for some reason, it didn’t. If it didn’t feel like a gallon running down her leg, she would’ve even taken a power nap first herself.

Those thoughts startled her. She was changing. He was changing her. Or rather his love gave her the power to evolve.

“Nope, baby. Not at all, you sleep. You’ll need to since I plan to ask for an encore later.” She kissed him on his pec and padded to the bathroom.

The mirror caught her attention. The woman staring back at her was happy and in love.

A quick shower and she returned to Chandler. She hadn’t bothered to dress. She stood at the side of the bed just watching him sleep. This wasn’t the first time, it seemed like it was one of her favorite hobbies.

But this time was different from the times through the phone. This time reminded her more of the first time she’d ever watched him sleep.

His features were tight, and not relaxed as they had been before she left. Quickly, she climbed in next to him and stroked his hair and began to sing. When his face softened, she let herself fall asleep.

It didn’t last long. Chandler sat up in bed so swiftly, it knocked her out of his arms and almost off the bed. She caught herself not a second too soon.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He was looking right at her shouting. Tami didn’t know what to say, so she stood and crossed her arms over her breasts. Feeling way too exposed.

The logical part of her brain told her he wasn’t talking to her, wasn’t seeing her. But the emotional part wouldn’t listen, and it hurt. She did the only thing she could do; she began to sob.

As they’d started getting more involved, they’d talked about their fears of sleeping in the same bed. His therapy was going well, his nightmares had slowed, so it seemed neither one of them thought past their desire.

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