Page 72 of Never Really Mine
I’m unsure of how much time has passed when the front door to my studio unlocks. Only two people have keys, so it has to be either Josie or Beau. I still panic slightly, as I’m totally naked underneath the sheer sheet I’m still using as my prop.
“Marley?” Beau’s voice calls from the entryway. Thank god. I stop my attempt in rushing to get up, instead turning onto my side and adjusting the sheet to cover me.
“Back here.”
His footsteps move closer, then halt as he takes in my prone form on the bed. “What are you doing?” His voice is tinged with confusion.
“I was taking some maternity photos.” I chuckle softly at the look of awe on his face.
Beau nods, and I really am able to take in his appearance. His hair is down today, hanging in loose, wavy curls on his shoulders. He has on a pair of dark jeans, and a white button-down shirt. His eyes rake up and down my body, like he isn’t sure where he wants his gaze to land.
Brown eyes rest on my face. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you, Marley Bell.”
“I think it’s the other way around,” I reply with a breathy voice. My heart rate slowly picks up with each passing second, a raving heat passes through my blood down my limbs. Warmth spreads between my thighs, and I shudder.
“You deserve every good thing in this world, and if I’m what you want, then I’ll work to earn your love every single day for the rest of my life.”
His proclamation comes from his lips so easily that I can’t bear not touching him for a moment longer. “Come here, please,” I murmur.
Beau crosses to me in two steps, already working down the buttons on his shirt. I sit up—awkwardly—and take his cheeks in my palms so I can feel him. Our breaths mingle as our lips crash together, and a rush of emotion floods my chest. He is mine, my person, my best friend, the father of my children.
His shirt falls to the floor, leaving him in only his white undershirt. I practically rip it from his body, so desperate and eager to have him right now.
My fingers move around his inked chest, feeling the trembles and goosebumps that follow my path. My legs wrap around his waist as I pull him closer to me. His hands are moving up anddown my back, til he reaches the bottom, squeezing my hips. “I need this,” I say breathlessly against his swollen lips.
His cock swells against my stomach, hardening further with each passing second. “Tell me what you need,” Beau says, kissing down my jaw.
I don’t reply, just tangle my hands in his hair, and pull him to my lips again. “You. I need you,” I murmur.
Beau shifts us, scooting me further onto the bed. “Let’s get you comfortable then.”
He adjusts me so I’m leaning against the headboard, my body propped up with pillows. He takes gentle care in making sure I’m comfortable with every passing breath. I’m already completely naked for him, my belly completely on display. I love how sexy this man makes me feel. Beau’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he quickly unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down his legs. The way his cock is so visible even in his boxers makes me want to skip whatever he has in mind, and get his cock in my mouth right now.
Beau slides his boxers down his legs, freeing his cock and giving me a little taste of what is to come. He settles onto the bed between my thighs, eyes rampant and eager.
He lays down so his chest is flat against the bed, face lined up with my pulsing cunt. “I could spend every hour of every day between these gorgeous thick thighs. Every taste of you has me instantly craving more, Marley.”
Beau gently kisses the inside of my thigh, sliding one hand underneath my knee to hook it around his shoulder, opening me up further to him. My walls clench around him, as I anticipate his next move. My hands clench the sheets beneath me, the constant yearning for him only growing stronger as he sits between my thighs.
His lips make contact with my slit, tongue swirling and circling my clit in a delicious form of torture. “Beau,” I gasp his name, my heart pounding rapidly.
Just his tongue is enough to build the heat inside me, bringing me closer to a mind blowing orgasm, but he doesn’t stop there. He moves his chin slightly, and I’m sure I’ll have beard burn between my thighs, but it will be worth every ache, because I’ll be reminded of this moment.
Beau’s large fingers slide into my soaked, waiting pussy, and the first curl and twist of his fingers sends a jolt of pleasure, making me writhe against his touch. He works me with practiced skill, like he knows my body better than I do.
He probably does, to be honest. We’ve been together less than five times, and yet, he knows exactly how to make me come, knows exactly what feels good to me.
Tongue flat against my clit, he curls his fingers inside me again and pumps in and out. An extra gush of pleasure soaks his fingers, and he groans into my clit. The tickle of his beard and the vibration of his mouth sends me spiraling to the edge of a mind numbing orgasm, but when his fingers slowly slide out, I nearly curse. “What are you doing?”
“Can I try something?” Beau asks.
“What?”
“Do you trust me?” His gaze is so pure with lust and heat.
“Of course,” I tell him. “I trust you.”More than anyone in the world. More than I even trust my own mind.
Beau’s answering smile gives me a new sense of joy. His mouth is on my pussy again within a moment, and the pleasure builds once more.
