Page 67 of Never Really Mine
“I’m okay,” I say, my voice breathy, almost needy. I tear my gaze away from his, and head further into the house. I shake my hands out, trying to get my head to clear, and my body to get with the program. I need to get out of Beau’s vicinity, because I need to take care of this needy feeling.
All I want right now is to ride Beau till my bones are mush. I cringe at my own thoughts.Did I really just think that?
“I think I’m going to go to bed,” I squeak, waving behind me in Beau’s direction. I don’t look back at him, out of fear that I may maul his beautifully handsome face if I look at him once more.
“Okay?” he says, more so as a question. He’s probably confused by my abrupt exit, but I need to get away.
I rush down the hall toward my bedroom, and when I get a whiff of Beau’s muted cologne wafting from the guest room, I’m a goner. I need a release like I need my next breath. I nearly fly into my bedroom, closing the door as gently as I can behind me, and shimmying my leggings down to the floor. I kick both the leggings and my underwear off as I make my way to the bed.
“Fuck,” I curse as I feel just how needy I am.
I flop like a beached whale onto my bed, blindly reaching into my nightstand for my trusty toys. I grab the first one my hand touches, my free hand already reaching between my bare thighs. Wetness has gathered there, and I let out a low moan, biting down on my lip to silence myself when my fingers make contact with my clit.
My hand brings forward the toy I’ve grabbed, the one that focuses on my clit. Perfect. I hold down the button to turn on the suction, and ramp it up all the way. Just the way I like it.
All the repressed tension starts to release from my body as soon as it makes contact with my clit. “Oh, god,” I moan. I lose myself to the sensations, my hips rocking at their own rhythm. The hand not controlling the toy slides under my shirt, pulling my bra cups down. My fingers skate over my nipples, teasing them gently. I miss my piercings, but my nipples are just as sensitive now without them as they were with them.
Thank you, pregnancy.
I tease myself, adjusting the vibrator slightly. I try to shut off my mind, to just give in, but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking of Beau.Of the way he felt inside me, his fingers, and his cock. The way his weight felt over me, the way he kissed me.
My cunt clenches around the emptiness, and I yearn for more. I already can’t get the best angle with the vibrator due to my stomach, so I can’t imagine that trying to multitask with my dildo and my vibrator would end in anything other than frustration.
I turn my head, unknowingly turning my face into a leftover hit of his cologne from the close contact I had with him throughout the night. I inhale, sucking in that perfect scent of him. My clit thumps, a low heat rumbling through my core. My pussy tightens, taking me closer and closer to an orgasm that I so desperately need. I twist and pinch my nipples, giving into the temptation, remembering his mouth on them.
With that, I explode, coming hard and fast. My entire body shakes with the release, my legs unable to stop moving. I let out a loud string of curses, grateful that I’m alone, and can let myself go, can let myself feel every breathtaking moment of this incredible orgasm.
The vibrator moves just a bit, but it spurs another round of pleasure. My heart pounds, body going limp, only jerking every other second as I try to compose myself.
I needed that. I shift the vibrator from my now over-sensitive clit, holding down the button to turn it off. I flop my hand onto the bed next to me, the vibrator landing beside me on the comforter.
With a heavy sigh, I allow the endorphins to run through my body, giving me that natural high I’ve been craving.
An eerie feeling washes over me though, and I get the sense that I’m no longer alone.
Sure enough, when I open my eyes, Beau is standing in the now open doorway, leaning against the frame, his arms crossed, and his eyes hungry.
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Iknew it. As soon as we walked in the door, I knew something was up. I had a feeling she needed me, and… she did, just not in the way I expected.
I watch as Marley tenses, her body cresting through what appears to be an incredible orgasm. Her legs shake, hand holding the little blue toy tightly to her soaking clit. From here, I can see how wet she is. Her pussy glistens in the dim light of her room, and my mouth waters.Literallywaters. Because I know what she tastes like, and I’m ready for another hit.
She moves the toy from her pussy, turning it off and flopping her arm to her side. My dick strains in my pants, aching painfully. I lean against the frame of the door, crossing my arms as I watch her. Watch her as she catches her breath, and when she opens her eyes, she freezes.
“Butterfly…” I drag out the word. “What are you doing?” She sinks further into the bed—if that was possible—sliding her legs closed. She doesn’t say anything, but her cheeks grow hot. “Because it looks like you were taking care of something that is my job.”
Marley scoffs indignantly. “It’s not your job.”
I step forward into the room, taking the elastic from my wrist and pulling my hair back into a bun. “Yes it is. It is my job to take care of you in any way you need, pregnant or not.”
She scoots up, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “I can take care of myself,” she murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looks down, spots her vibrator on the bed, and quickly shoves it under the covers. “You shouldn’t have seen that.”
“I beg to differ. It seems like you might need some help.”
“I already came, Beau,” she says with an embarrassed look. “I don’t need your help.”
