Page 74 of Never Really Mine
His cock settles at my entrance, pressing slightly, just enough to give me a little taste of what’s to come.
“Please, Beau,” I cry, and he slowly thrusts inside me. The tension that has wrapped around my heart, the barrier I’ve held deeply between us starts to crack and fall to the floor in shambles. I’m giving myself over to him with every passing second.
His breath shudders against my neck. I feel so full with him at this angle that I can hardly form a coherent thought. His hips thrust in a leisurely pace, his arm wrapping around my body to cradle me to him. Beau kisses my neck, gently nipping and biting.
“Beau,” I cry. This moment is intimately tender, leaving me at a loss for words..
He groans into my neck, clearly feeling the same as I do. I can’t reach my clit to give myself more friction to achieve another orgasm, but I don’t care. I feel incredibly connected to him right now, that it’s the best possible feeling. My hand reaches behind my head to twist my fingers into his hair, clutching him to me.
“You feel so good, Mar,” Beau groans. “Fuck, I—” he cuts himself off, instead kissing my neck and thrusting harder into me. His voice is thick with emotion, and it makes me wonder what he might have wanted to say.
I’m holding back myself, the words resting on my lips, because for the first time in our entire friendship or relationship, I feel at peace with my decision, with the choice to let go for once and for all.
My walls clench hard around him, and he pulses inside me. Beau’s hand squeezes my tits, paying special attention to my nipples. “I’m so close,” he says in my ear, and it’s overwhelming, having him like this, feeling this connection to him. I cry out as he thrusts two final times, coming inside me with a low growl.
“Oh my god,” I say through heavy breaths.
“Yeah,” Beau repeats the sentiment. His cock twitches inside me as his head flops onto the pillow. “You okay?”
I sigh in delight. “Yeah. I’m so good.”
“What happened?” Beau asks.
“What do you mean?”
“You kinda pounced on me.” He rushes to add, “Not that I’m complaining, just… surprised.”
“Just… realizing some things.”
“Like?” he presses.
“How much you mean to me, how much I…” I hesitate. “Care for you. You’ve done so much for me, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you.” I want to say more, but the words don’t seem to come.
Beau pulls me closer to him. “You have nothing to thank me for, Marley.”
Throat tightening, I nod. “If I weren’t carrying a beach ball around my belly I’d turn around and hug you, but that will take five business days.”
He laughs, and I feel the vibration in my back. “I’ll come to you, love.”
Beau slides out of me, our mixed wetness sliding out onto the sheet below me. I adjust a bit, and Beau quickly rounds the bed to my other side. He lies down beside me, and cradles my head in his hands, kissing me softly all over my face. I giggle with each kiss and movement until he lands on my lips. He kisses me slowly, as if trying to convey so many words in the action.
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MARLEY
“What do you think about alliteration?” I ask Beau as I scroll through my Pinterest board.
“What the hell is alliteration?”
We’ve been going back and forth on baby names now for a few hours, with no luck at all. I’ve had a list in my phone for years, but none of them feel right now that I’m faced with the decisions. I’m sitting in bed with no less than three pillows propped behind my aching back. Beau is sitting beside me, wearing only boxers, getting some work done on his laptop. He has his blue-light glasses on and his hair in a mussed bun. He looks even sexier than normal, if that were even possible.
Last night after Beau helped me get cleaned up at my studio, we threw the dirty sheets in the wash and wiped down the bed before putting fresh sheets on. Then, Beau drove us home, but only after stopping by my parents house for a quick dinner. My mom was so excited to show me all the decorations she’s made for my baby shower this afternoon.
My mom, and Beau’s mom are hosting in the Cunningham’s house, and while I’m excited, I’m also exhausted. The babieskept me up most of the night, and I had to get up four times to pee.
“Alliteration is…” I try to think of a way to explain it. “Tasty tacos.”
“You want to name our babies ‘Tasty’ and ‘Tacos’?” Beau questions. His thick brows are raised. “Do I need to run and get you some tacos before the baby shower? Are you craving them?”
