Page 63 of Never Really Mine
“Are you ready?” I ask, taking my hard cock into my palm. I slide it up and down her slit, gathering the wetness there. It glistens on the head of my cock, just waiting for her approval.
“So ready. Fuck me, Beau,” Marley says. I line up my cock and thrust in. I slide in until I’m fully seated, my hips flush against her round ass.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan. She’s tight, soaked, and so fucking mine. With every movement, I can feel her wetness growing, dripping from her entrance. She meets me with my pace, her hips rolling into mine.
Only, it’s not enough, I need to be deeper. It’s as if she knows, because Marley stops me. “Wait,” she groans. “I need you closer.” She pulls her right leg forward, trying to lift it to hook up and around my knee, and drape over my thigh. She can’t get the angle right until I lower my leg, and when she has hers draped over, I lift it back up. The new angle instantly allows my cock to slide in deeper. Marley’s hips drop, her ass popping out and up.
“Yes,” she hisses, and I pick up my rhythm again, knowing that I’m not going to last very long.
My fingers dig into her ass cheeks as she grinds against me. I do my best to lean forward and kiss her, but with the new position, I can’t. Marley’s breathing quickens, her back glistening with sweat under the exertion. I grit my teeth and bite the inside of my cheek, trying to do anything to hold myself back from coming. She feels too fucking good that I’m about to lose it.
“Beau,” she cries out my name, her head dropping forward onto the couch. With one arm, she tries to reach her clit to give herself some additional pleasure, but can’t reach it with her belly.
“I got you,” I groan, leaning forward best I can to reach down and strum my fingers across her clit. It doesn’t take long, between my pace and the movement of my fingers, to feel her coming around my cock.
It feels like the first time, only better, because I know that no matter what, I’m never letting her go.
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My pussy clenches around Beau’s cock as he pounds into me from behind. His fingers are still rubbing my throbbing clit, and if he keeps up the pace, I might come yet again.
“Oh god,” I cry, my body tingling and alive with heat.
“I’m going to come, Marley,” Beau groans, his shaft filling me with each pulse and press of his body into mine. His movements become harsher and faster until he stills, thrusting only slightly as he empties himself inside me.
His warmth leaks from me, dripping onto the carpet below us. I don’t care, though. This moment is pure bliss. My head drops onto my arms on the couch, my breath coming stuttered and fast. A bead of sweat drips down my forehead and onto my arm. Beau’s hands drag up and down my back, soothing an invisible wound.
Words fail me. I thought that our first night together was the best sexual experience of my entire life, but I was wrong. Or maybe it’s because I was drunk, that I thought it was so good, but this just beat it tenfold.
Beau leans down, kissing my back and up my neck. His rapidly softening cock slides out of my soaked pussy, and Iimmediately miss him. A shiver wracks through my body as he shifts my leg off his thigh. There’s an ache in the muscle, but not enough that it’s painful. It’s a good reminder of what we just experienced, the way it felt.
I knew I needed to have him the moment he explained his tattoo, and I knew I would be waiting for that regret to hit after, but… it hasn’t. If anything, it feels right, like things are settling into place, the last piece finally clicking.
As if to agree with my internal line of thinking, both babies kick on opposite sides of my stomach. I gasp, their sudden movement a jolt of reality. “Woah,” I breathe.
“What’s wrong?” Beau asks, his voice suddenly panicked, all previous relaxation gone. I shiver as the sweat dries, my body no longer heated and moving.
“It’s okay,” I chuckle. “I think we woke up the babies.” I lift my head, and sit back on my heels, shifting so Beau can see that I’m really okay. “Here.” I reach out, taking his hand.
He scoots closer, but not before taking two blankets off the couch. He wraps one around my shoulders, and lays the other across his lap. I take one of his palms, resting it on the side where Baby Boy is kicking the shit out of me, and then take the other, to rest on the opposite side, where Baby Girl is. I lay my hands over his, and through his palms, I can feel the subtle bumps of the babies.
Beau’s eyes glaze over. He hasn’t felt them kick until today. They are asleep most of the day, only waking in the night when I’m in bed and he’s fast asleep. Beau is completely enthralled at the feeling, and it’s something I’ve gotten so used to that I forgot how incredible it is.
In my small living room, with his hands on my belly, our babies moving inside me, I allow myself to fall deeper in love with Beau Cunningham. For the first time since we found out I was pregnant, I really let go, and don’t fight my feelings.
We stayin the living room for far longer than necessary, only cleaning ourselves up after the babies’ movements slowed. We take turns showering, since my shower is not built for two people, especially when one is a plus-sized pregnant woman carrying twins.
I make Beau go first, since he’ll be quicker After I climb out, I do my best to dry myself with the towel that doesn’t quite wrap around my body anymore. Beau is standing in the open doorway of the bathroom, watching me with interest.
“Uhh, whatcha doing there?” I ask, my wet hair dripping down my back.
“Bringing you clothes,” he replies. He’s wearing a tee shirt now, and a pair of sweats. It’s highly unfair that he’s already in his cozy clothes.
“Oh,” I murmur, seeing the pile of clothes he’s laid out on the counter for me. “Thank you.” Again, here he is, meeting my needs before I realize them.
“I’ll let you get dressed,” he says, an almost sheepish grin on his face. He turns, closing the bathroom door behind him, and I let myself take an extra breath. I throw my hair up into a towel to wring out some of the extra water in it, and work to dry the rest of my body. Before dressing, I lather some sweet smelling lotion all over, internally cursing the Minnesota winters for making my skin so dry.
