Page 48 of Never Really Mine
I’m gasping, sucking in long gulps of air and shivering as Beau continues his delicious torture on my body. One finger from his free hand moves upward, and traces the outline of the tattoo across my ribs, the stem of the flower, the butterfly, the leaves, the petals.
“That’s my girl,” he says so quietly I’m not convinced I heard him. There’s movement across my stomach and skin, then a soft tug and twist on my left nipple pulls me out of my haze. Beau slides the other piercing out, dropping it onto the bed next to me. I can’t move, my limbs and body so exhausted and wrung out from pleasure.
Beau takes my robe, covering my body with the fabric as I shiver. “Can’t have you cold,” he says with a soft chuckle.
I nod, words not computing in my brain yet. I feel more relaxed than I have in months.
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BEAU
Marley lays before me, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. I can still taste her on my lips, feel her wetness on my fingers. I genuinely could not hold back from touching her more, especially not after hearing her gasps and seeing the ways she reacted to my touch on her nipples.
“You okay?” I ask, laying down next to her, pushing her hair from her face. She trembles under my touch, her eyes falling closed.
“Mhmm,” she mumbles. “Tired.”
“I bet.” I laugh. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, butterfly.”
I help her sit up and adjust her robe again so it’s covering her, even though I want her to be bare and open to me. Marley stands, a totally blissed-out look on her face. I hand her the piercings I took out, and she glances down at them and sighs. “I’m going to miss them.”
“Me too,” I grumble.
“Oh, are you?” Marley teases almost flirtatiously.
“Yep,” I reply. Deciding to tell her the truth, I continue, “I think about them all the time, especially the way they felt in mymouth, and the way you gasped every time I flicked my tongue over them.”
She gasps sharply.
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I’m in this, Marley.”
She nods, and I can tell she’s losing herself to her thoughts yet again. I reach down, clasping her hand in mine. I don’t say anything, just squeeze her three times. Something we’ve done since we were kids.
I walk her to the bathroom, then leave her to clean up. I get her bedroom ready, pulling down her comforter, adjusting her pillows and plugging in her phone.
Marley walks back into her bedroom, her eyes drooping. Her face is washed, and she’s in a comfortable pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt. Her bump is so cute and now so visible that I can’t wait to see what it looks like as the pregnancy continues. I have a feeling she’s going to be the definition of glowing.
She sits down on the edge of the bed, avoiding my eyes. “Thanks…” she murmurs.
“For the orgasm? Or for the piercings?”
“Both?” she winces. “I don’t think we should have crossed that line, Beau.”
I don’t agree, but I don’t say anything. Sitting down next to her, I rest my hand on her thigh. Gently rubbing her smooth skin, I try to soothe her.
She sighs, leaning her head down onto my shoulder. We leave the words unspoken, at least for now.
“Shit.”Marley’s voice carries through the thin walls of her house. There’s a grunt, and then a thud as she drops something on the floor.
I sit up in bed, trying to wipe the grogginess from my eyes.
“Marley?” I call as I swing my legs out of the bed. She must not hear me, because there is another thud and an irritated curse.
Crossing the hall, I knock softly on her door. I open it, stunned at the sight of the chaos before me. Marley is standing in front of her closet, clothes strewn around her on the floor, shoes and all.
“What are you doing?” I ask gently.
She’s wearing only a sports bra and underwear, and I have to fight to keep my gaze on her face and also keep my cock from reacting. She’s flushed, bangs strewn as she runs her hands through her hair again. “I can’t find a shirt that fits right,” she murmurs, her voice cracking.
