Page 47 of Never Really Mine
“Ready?” he asks yet again, his voice low and gravelly.
I say yes, and then Beau’s fingers are on my right breast. He tries to twist the ball, but it doesn’t give. I yelp at the sensitivity, cringing at the way it sounded more like a moan than anything. Beau lowers himself slightly, now eye-level with my breast.
He focuses intently on trying to get it off, but it’s not working. Every touch is sending zings through my body, straight between my legs. My pussy is pounding, and I can feel my underwear getting wet. Why is this so fucking hot? This shouldn’t be sexy, shouldn’t be turning me on, and yet, it is.
“Fuck,” he curses. His hands shake ever so slightly. “Why is this so hard?”
“I don’t know,” I whimper.
“Lay down, I might be able to get a better angle that way.”
I do as he says, laying flat on my back on top of my comforter. Stupidly, I look at Beau, and holy fuck. His eyes are glazed over as he rakes his gaze across my body. I want to hide for just a moment, but I’m locked, unable to move from the intensity.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Marley,” he utters, his voice cracking.
I flush, turning my face away, but not before I see the tent in his sweats. He’s hard.
I feel the weight of his body as the bed dips, and I inhale, trying to get my body to calm. My nipples are tingling again, but not from the sensitivity, no. They’re aching to be touched.
Beau’s fingers caress the skin of my breast softly as he slides up to the barbel again. After a long moment of twisting and gentle tugs, I feel the rod slide free. A sense of relief rushes through my body, similar to the release of an orgasm.
I moan as Beau slides his hand to the other breast. It’s not a clinical touch, it’s sensual, and it’s everything I need right now. The pressure between my thighs is building, and I feel so empty, so needy for him. My eyes are closed tight, trying to memorize each moment, each feeling and fleeting touch.
Beau gets to work on the other barbel, and with each graze of his fingers over my nipples, I yearn more and more for his touch.
It’s only when I feel the stubble of his beard across my nipple that I realize what’s happening.
His lips take my nipple into his mouth, the one with the piercing still in place, and he sucks gently. His tongue flicks the piercing as he nips at my skin. My hips involuntarily roll into his body, my mouth dropping open.
It’s such a mix of pain with the best kind of pleasure that I don’t know how to react. “Beau,” I gasp his name, my hand reaching up to wrap in his hair, clutching him to my chest.
“Please don’t make me stop,” he murmurs against my skin.
“No,” I cry as he flicks his tongue again. His free hand reaches up, cupping my heavy breast in his large hand, fingers toying with the other nipple. “Oh god.”
He groans into my chest, kneading my breast in his hand. My eyes fly open and I turn my head to look at him. Consequences be damned, I need to see this moment, need to sear it into my brain. Beau opens his eyes at the moment I do, and he lifts his mouth off me with a pop. When our eyes meet, it’s like a frenzybegins. Beau lifts his body to straddle my hips, being mindful of my small bump.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters, and then his mouth is devouring mine. His tongue slides into my mouth, moving together. His erection is hard against my stomach, one hand tangling in my hair as the other continues to cup my breast.
My body is hot, his touch lighting up all my senses and every ounce of neediness that I’ve withheld for weeks.
Beau kisses down my neck, between my breasts, then is back on my nipples again. I moan with every touch, my body so desperate for him. He glances up as he slides his fingers down to my leggings, I nod frantically, giving him the go ahead.
In the back of my mind, I know this is bad, that I should be keeping my distance from him, but I don’t want to stop. Ican’tstop. My leggings are down and on the floor in an instant, leaving me shaking in only my granny panties. I should invest in better underwear, but these are just so comfortable, and finding things that are comfortable lately is hard.
Beau groans when he sees the wet spot in the center. His finger slowly traces the outside of the fabric, feeling the wetness I’ve made. “You need this, don’t you, butterfly?”
I’m nearly quivering as I nod. “Please,” I groan. Beau’s eyes soften, taking in my body in front of him. He slides his hand up to rest on my stomach. He’s never done this, never touched where our babies are, and the love and adoration in his eyes is so pure and raw.
He bends down, pressing two soft kisses to my bump. “Gorgeous,” he mutters. Then he’s moving again, sliding my panties down. I haven’t shaved since I found out I was pregnant, so things aren’t exactly prim and proper down there.
“Sorry,” I say, hiding my face in embarrassment.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Beau states, using his hand to softly guide my face to look at him. “I fucking love your body.Every inch, every curve, dimple and soft edge. I love every single thing about it. I don’t care if you haven’t shaved, I will still devour this pussy like it’s my last day on earth. I. Love. It.”
To further prove his point he latches his mouth to my soaked cunt, his tongue hitting all the right spots. When he slides his fingers inside, curving and pumping them in and out, I’m gasping his name, writhing into his touch.
He works me over and over, giving me everything I need until I’m coming, my pussy clenching around his fingers, fluttering and aching for more even as I’m still coming down from the high.
