Page 75 of Love Notes & Lifelines
I’ve never felt this way before. The fullness of his dick and fingers—the way he works my body like he’s done it all his life—the way he groans in satisfaction when my body responds to his touch—it’s all so much more than I ever knew sex could be.
He’s the choreographer of my body, and only he knows my song.
An orgasm hits with no warning, and the noises coming from my mouth don’t sound human. Beck removes his fingers from my pussy but continues to slam into me while he covers my mouth.
I smell myself on his fingers. It blends with his natural scent, and a guttural sound is ripped from my throat.
“I love that you can’t stay quiet, but I’m not nearly done with you and if you wake my nieces too soon, I can’t be held liable for anything I do. Understand?”
I nod frantically against his palm, but he doesn’t remove it. The sounds of wet, messy sex fill the room. It’s us and sex and so much baggage I can’t think straight.
I might lose consciousness during my next orgasm, but I come to when Beck’s body shakes violently beneath me. I turnmy face in time to witness his contort—his neck pulses in time with his jerky movements inside me and I clench around it. It causes my core to flutter. I feel him everywhere our bodies touch.
He’s beautiful when he comes.
Hard lines and chiseled muscle, but the fear and worries that weigh him down on a daily basis are nowhere to be found.
He thrusts three more times before he lowers us both to the bean bag bed. His hand presses into my lower belly, holding me still and keeping his cock inside me.
The room falls eerily quiet. The sounds of our heavy breathing lost to the vastness of the room.
His come leaks around the sides of his penis and down my thighs. It coats us and dries to our skin, but he doesn’t let go. “Do you feel that, Stella?” he murmurs into my hair. “That’s us. We did that—together. This moment in time, it’s ours. No one can ever take that away.”
I try to move, but his free hand clamps down over the one still holding me to him. “Don’t move. Not yet. It’s not over until you leave.”
The sadness in his voice makes every hesitation leave my body in an audible whoosh. So I do as he asks. I lie on top of him while he holds us together.
My eyelids grow heavy, but I won’t move until he does. If he isn’t ready for this to end, who am I to force the issue?
The sun will rise soon enough.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Daisie barks, and I jackknife awake with blurry eyes and search for the baby monitor. Where the hell?
My eyes won’t focus in the early morning light even after rubbing them with the heels of my hands.
“Shit,” a man groans from somewhere in the room, and theeepthat escapes me would be comical if it hadn’t come from my lips.
Reaching for my phone, I freeze. I’m naked. In bed. In a bed that’s not mine.
“Oh my God.” It comes out far too loud.
Where am I? I place my feet on the floor, and it all comes rushing back.
My head whirls side to side as though I’ve been possessed by a demon and I’m in the middle of an exorcism when Beck tugs the blanket off his face and his gaze finds mine.
“Oh, crap.” I slap both hands to my lips and press tightly.
He tilts his head as he checks me out with a lazy, self-satisfied smile, and he takes his time in his perusal of my skin.
Bang. Bang.
His smile tilts into a frown and everything changes. Our bubble bursts—our desires flash naked neon signs all over the bonus room, and someone is beating on the front door with enough strength to make the wood crack. We hear the vibrations ringing through the baby monitor and down two flights of stairs.
