Page 62 of Never Really Mine
My fingers find her soaked entrance, and I slide one finger in, pumping slowly.
“Beau,” Marley says through shuddering breaths. “I-I need you,” she cries.
I lift myself from her cunt for one quick sentence. “You have me.”
Adding another finger, I curl upward, putting a slight pressure in my movements. She writhes, one leg sliding off the couch so her foot is flat on the floor. I hook the other leg up and around my right shoulder, angling her ass up slightly. Marley is moaning incoherent words and sounds, her pussy clenching tightly around my fingers.
“I’m,” she stammers. “I’m coming, Beau,” Marley shrieks, the sounds of her pleasure loud in the quiet living room. My hips grind against the couch, seeking any sort of friction.
I don’t stop until her pussy stops fluttering around my fingers, then I’m scooting up so I can kiss my way up her belly. I press kisses across the tight skin of her bump, all the way up her breasts and neck until I reach her mouth. I cup her cheek, kissing her deeply, trying to convey my love for her into every touch. I don’t think I’ll handle it if she pushes me away again.
I know she’s trying to protect her heart, to protect our babies, but she doesn’t need to, because I’ll do it for her. I’ll hold her heart for safekeeping until she allows herself to fully lean into this relationship.
Marley’s tongue tangles with mine, and she presses her hand against my chest, sitting forward.
“I can’t breathe when I lay like that for long,” she murmurs against my lips. “Or when you make me come so hard I see stars.” She laughs, and I allow her to sit up, rocking back onto my heels.
Marley reaches forward, her palm cupping my hard-as-steel length through my pants. She squeezes it gently, my body spasming under her touch. I groan into her mouth, eager to have her bare hand on me.
Using the hand on my chest, she pushes me off her again. “Beau,” she says my name in a voice so sultry it sends a shiver through my body. “I need you. I need this.” Her fingers caress my bare chest as she adjusts her body to a more comfortable position.
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
“I need to feel you inside me again.”
I’m standing before she finishes the words, my head frantically searching the room for something, though I’m notsure what. I drop to my knees in front of her, turning her body so she can lay back, but she doesn’t let me. “No, wait,” she says.
“What?” I ask. My brow raises as I take in every single thing about her. I am putty in her hands, eager to do anything for her.
“Stand up,” she tugs on my arms, prompting me to stand. She fingers the hem of my sweats, tugging them down. I don’t have boxers on, so my cock bounces free as soon as the fabric is off. Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock, squeezing gently as she moves up and down my shaft.
“Marley,” I groan as she moves. “Fuck, butterfly don’t stop.” I watch her eyes, the way her pupils dilate and take in my body. They scan up my chest, lingering over my tattoos until she reaches my face. Her brown eyes are round when they meet mine, continuing the tortuously slow movements on my dick.
“I haven’t had time to fully appreciate you,” Marley says. “That night…” she trails off.
“Was the most incredible thing to ever happen.” She nods, her cheeks flushing scarlet. I cup her cheeks in my palms, noting how large my hands are compared to her small, round face. Her bangs are hanging in her eyes, so I brush them aside with my thumbs, and press quick kisses to her lips.
Marley continues to pump my dick with her hand, her other resting on my thigh. Her warmth enraptures me, tethering me to this moment. I can feel the moment when she lets go, when she gives into this feeling. Her entire body relaxes, sinking into my touch. I lower myself down to kneeling again, and she lets me, releasing her fingers from my cock.
“Come here.” I take her hands, pulling her from the couch. She sinks to her knees in front of me, so we are chest to chest. I quickly kiss her. “What will be most comfortable for you?” I ask, resting my palm on her stomach.
Marley’s cheeks pinken again. “I… I asked Dr. Ness about this one of the last times we were in. I knew it was only a matter of time, and I wanted to be prepared.”
I nod, loving that it means she has been quietly accepting this for a while.
Marley chuckles. “Nothing like talking about your doctor when you’re about to have sex.”
I kiss her forehead, no longer ignoring my constant need to be touching her at all times. “If that’s what it takes for you to be comfortable, we can talk about it.”
She shakes her head. “No. She just said as long as we don’t put pressure on the babies, it’s fine. So… like, from behind, or laying on my side, with you behind me is probably easiest.”
I nod. I run my hands up and down her bare arms, feeling her goosebumps. “I have an idea. Turn around.”
Marley shuffles so she’s facing the couch. Moving so my body is nearly flush with hers, I wrap my arms under her breasts, while kissing her neck. Leaning forward, I guide her so that her chest is down on the couch. Her elbows prop her up, but when I lean back, I get the perfect view of her back and ass. Trailing my fingers down her back, I grip her waist. My cock nestles against her warmth, her soaked pussy so fucking ready for me. Marley twists just a bit so she can look back at me, while also staying in the position I settled her in.
“How’s this?” I ask. My hands roam, unable to stay still with her beneath me like this.
“It’s good,” she breathlessly replies, and I can tell by the look in her eyes that she’s telling the truth. I lift one knee up, the other resting on the carpeted floor. Her legs are between my thighs, perfect for what I want to do.
