Page 19 of Never Really Mine
“Need,” I gasp. “Beau!”
“Mmmm,” he moans into my mouth. My nipples are pressed up against his warm chest, the friction from his movements giving my belly flutters. He stands, climbing off the bed and shoving his briefs down.
It’s my first time seeing him completely naked, and I can’t help it. I stare. I stare, and ogle, because he is everything that I could have possibly imagined and more. Sure, he’s not cut andmuscled like a bodybuilder, but… he’s Beau. He’s soft, but hard in all the places that matter.
His cock juts out from him, hard, with a drop of precum spilling out the tip. He strokes himself a few times, his shoulders trembling with the touch.
He kneels back on the bed, and I scoot backward so my head rests on the pillows. A strange sense of euphoria mixed with anxiety settles deep in my chest. If we do this… If we really do this, it changes everything. Who am I kidding, things have already changed, but… this makes it real.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but for now, I’m going to enjoy the ride. I don’t stop the giddy smile, or the giggles that burst over my lips. This is… god I don’t think I’ve been this happy, this free-feeling in a long time.
Beau settles between my legs, hovering his body over mine. I feel his length against my wet pussy, and I shift so he’s even closer. Beau locks eyes with me, all heat and rampant desire from earlier gone, in its place is… something I’ve never seen. Something I can only describe as… love.
I shake off the thought though. My heart will already break come morning, there’s no need to speed up the process.
“Kiss me, Beau,” I say with a sigh. He obliges, pressing his lips to mine in a soft and gentle kiss, so different and unhurried than before.
My legs wrap around his hips, one of my hands cupping his cheek while the other slides around his back to hold him closer. His cock nudges at my opening, and I gasp, a burning building in my stomach again, just from the simplest of touches.
“Are you ready?” he asks. I nod. I’m ready to indulge in this one night, this one taste of something bigger that I never thought I’d get. I’m so ready to feel him, feel what we are as one.
He slides into me, filling me so deep with every thick inch of himself. We both gasp at the new sensation, something I never would have dreamed of happening between us.
Slowly, he slides out, almost completely, before thrusting back in,hard, hard enough to jolt me slightly.
“Fuck,” Beau groans, and I mimic the expression, because this feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
He pulls out though, not giving me any more of him, and my heart sinks. Did he already realize our mistake? I don’t think I can take the rejection. Beau scrambles off the bed, mumbling to himself. He runs into the bathroom, emerging only a second later with something between his fingers.
“I forgot to put on a condom,” he says, breathing hard.
I nod, words failing me.
I watch as he opens the crinkled packet, sliding the condom over himself. I feel stupid, forgetting all about that side of things, only focusing on how good he felt, but at least one of us came to our senses.
“I’m so sorry,” he mutters, cupping my cheek, kissing me softly. “I promise, you have nothing to worry about.”
I freeze, trying to convey my thoughts with a glance. “What abou?—”
“You havenothingto worry about, Marley.” His voice is thick with conviction, and his brown eyes stay locked with mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head abruptly, realizing what he means. “No. Please, I need you to keep going,” I say, nearly whimpering. “It’s okay. I didn’t realize either. You don’t have to worry about it on my end either. I thought you were panicking, regretting this.” I place my hand against his chest.
“Never,” he says, leaning down to notch himself in my pussy, sliding in deep again without a moment wasted. Like before, we gasp in unison.
I feel so full, and not just from him. From this, from finally connecting as one. Emotion clogs my throat, as Beau gently thrusts his hips, moving us together. My hands twine in his hair, legs around his hips again.
“Oh,” I cry. “Oh my god.”
“I’ve got you, Marley. I won’t let you go,” Beau murmurs. Sweat beads on his brow, his hair falling into his eyes. I push it back, kissing him hard.
My pussy flutters with his every movement, squeezing him, unwilling to let this moment between us end.
It has to though.
Beau reaches between us, finding my clit with his fingers and circling it in a fast motion. His thrusts become unpaced and fast, as he gets closer to his release. I pant against his mouth, my own climax surprising me with its eagerness and intensity.
I can tell the moment Beau finds his climax, because he shudders, his breath choppy against my lips. At the same moment, my own orgasm peaks, causing me to clench and tighten, my fingernails digging into the skin of his back.
