Eyes.
Cheeks.
Temple.
Pause to let my nose skim there, slowly sliding it to the soft space below her ear. She inhales and squirms, arching toward me. Her hands fist the sheets and she whimpers, her legs rubbing against the bed.
I move to kiss her, keeping my lips above hers. She reaches with hers but I resist, wanting to tease her.
One hand’s wrapped up in her long hair, cradling the back of her head and upper neck. I let my thumb slide along her jaw and lift slightly, pressing my dick into her thigh. She gasps and I smile, loving how responsive she is.
“Beau.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re…”
“Showing you how much I love you just like I promised I would. Don’t rush me, Addy. I’ve got years of pent-up energy to use up and I plan to take my time.”
“Yes,” she breathes, releasing the sheets in order to fist my ass.
I continue my trek, moving down her neck, collarbone, over to her shoulders.
Down both arms.
The tip of her fingers.
Letting my lips coast over her breasts but not allowing myself to focus there.
Not just yet.
Fuck it.
With the flat of my tongue, I lick her nipple, then the other. Back and forth, paying attention to each of them.
I have all night and I just promised her I’d take my time. With how much she reacts to me kissing below her ear, I have no doubt that once I wrap my lips around one of her nipples, she’ll go off like a rocket. I can’t wait.
Backing up my words with actions is more important than anything else right now but I plan to love every part of her right now.
I suck on one nipple, nipping at the tip with my teeth and biting just enough that she can feel the pleasure pain from it. She cries out and I relish in the fact that I was right. Her nipples are sensitive. I suck hard, flicking my tongue across the tip.
I squeeze her other breast, pinching with my thumb and pointer finger, keeping it squeezed before bringing it to my mouth.
I meant what I said when I told her it was for an eternity, my love for her. And I could suck on her tits for an eternity, as well.
Right here, I’m in heaven. Loving on parts of her that I’ve longed to touch for years.
Speeding through the steps just won’t do.
So I pay attention to her signs, learn what she loves and what turns her on.
Lucky for me, it seems everywhere I touch her turns her on.
It tells me that she wants me just as much as I want her.
Not being able to resist, I kiss the underside of her breasts, her ribs, her stomach.
Her legs are next.
This time I change my pattern, starting at her toes, over the top of her foot, up her shin, around to her calf, the back of her knee and up, up, up.
Her thighs each get special attention as she cries out my name, growling and moaning. Grunting.
More squirming.
“Beau. Please.”
“I have to taste you first, Addy. Can I do that?”
“Oh, fuck. Yes, please.”
More teasing around her center, pressing my thumb against her clit and rubbing it back and forth, slipping it inside her while my palm presses into her pelvis. She cries out and then I’m tasting her for the first time and it’s my turn to groan because holy shit. As hot as I knew it would be, my imagination didn’t do it justice.
When my lips close around her clit, sucking and flicking my tongue against it, she almost comes off the bed. “Holy hell!” she shouts. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
She lifts a leg, her knee bent and foot on my shoulder, sliding it up and down my back before she drops her knees to the bed.
“You close?” I ask against her.
“So close. Right there. Right. There!”
While she comes against my mouth, I can’t stop my hips from dry humping the fucking bed like a horny teenager because I’m a minute away from coming all over us and she hasn’t even touched me yet. Just being here with her, naked and watching her come is enough to set me off.
I hold her down with one hand on her waist and with the other, I use my fingers, inserting two inside her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
She sounds annoyed when she growls, “I’m a little turned on, Beau.”
I chuckle at her sass and she shimmies against me.
I lift my head so I can watch her, curling my fingers and rubbing the tips against the little ball so deep inside her. She looks to the ceiling, her mouth open but no sound escapes. Her hips move up and down and I keep moving my fingers inside her, wanting her to come at least one more time before I’m inside her and lose all control.
She starts quivering and her legs go wild around me. Keeping my fingers inside her, I move so I’m above her, looking down at her.
“Look at me, Addy.”
Her glazed over eyes connect with mine for a split second before she cries out, lifting her head and kissing me, tasting herself on my tongue and more moaning, this time from both of us.
“Inside me. Now.”
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”
“Beau. Dammit. I’ve been patient. I let you have your fun. Now it’s time to let me feel your dick inside me. If you knew how long I’ve wanted this, how many times I’ve fantasized while touching myself…”
That’s all it takes and I’m inside her.
Slamming hard, we cry out as one at the overwhelming sensation of her wrapped around me. No barriers between us.
No question about birth control or whether or not we’re safe without a condom.
Reckless and out of control.
I pause, slide out slowly.
“Watch,” I demand and she lifts her head.
Together we watch as my dick glides back into her.
“Perfect,” she whispers, eyes focused on where we’re joined together. “It’s perfect.”
“Yeah,” I grunt, sliding out slowly then back in.
But that’s all the control either of us have.
She lifts her hips and I wrap an arm around her ass to help her get positioned just right before I grip her hands once again, needing the control.
Addy’s legs wrap around my waist and my fingers tighten around hers, keeping her hand pinned to the bed as I pump into her. Going slow is long forgotten.
We try to kiss but our movements are too erratic.
I try to suck her nipple into my mouth.
She tries to lean up and kiss my chest.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Addy.”
“So do you.”
“I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“You are,” she says, confused.
“I mean, I’m already looking forward to the next time.” I slow down so I can kiss her. “And the next.” Another kiss. “And the next.”
“The things you say…”
The words that I’m saying aren’t even close to what I’m feeling.
I open my mouth to tell her that but then she reaches between us, her hand touching the base of my dick and there are no more words.
We move together, our hips working against each other but together.
Gripping her other hand in mine, I keep her still and do the work for us both, pounding into her and only slowly down to lift her leg and drape it over my shoulder, plunging even deeper.
Our breaths are heavy and our lips graze, her nipples hard and pebbled, teasing my chest.
With the new angle, it doesn’t take her long to scream through her orgasm.
And it doesn’t take me long to follow right after her.
I grind against her and grunt through my release, coming harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life.
“Holy shit.”
“I know.”
“I’ve never had three orgasms before,” she says, giggling, causing aftershocks to roll through me. I moan at the sensation and lift my head that I buried in her neck wh
ile I was planting myself inside her, look down at her, and take in the look on her face. Committing it to memory. The first time I came inside her. The fact that I was able to give her three orgasms makes me feel like a king.
“You’re beautiful.” It’s an understatement but those two words are a struggle to force out of my mouth as it is. Breathing alone is difficult, let alone having the ability to form coherent words.
“So are you,” she tells me, her hand on my face.
“Hardly.”
“You’re inside me and just gave me three orgasms after you told me you’re in love with me. All this for the first time. If I tell you that you’re beautiful, trust me that I’m speaking the truth.”
I grin.
“I didn’t use a condom or even ask if that was something we needed to worry about.”
“I’m healthy.”
“Me, too. And honestly, if you’re not on birth control, I’m okay with that.” Her eyes widen at my admission and I kiss her. “The thought of planting my baby in your stomach has me ready to fuck you again.”
“We should probably slow down a little bit.”
“I’d say knowing each other for twenty-five years means we can speed through a couple of the steps. But if you feel like I’m rushing you, I’ll take a few steps back.”
“I’m not on birth control but I know my body and we’re at a time that’s safe that I won’t get pregnant.”
“Damn.”
She grins. “I thought you said you’d take a few steps back?”
I grin back. “I lied. Well, not really. I’ll go at your pace but just know that my pace is probably a lot faster than yours.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I finally have you, Addy. I’ve wanted this a long time and my patience is seriously at risk.” Another kiss and I begin to slip out of her. “I promise you I will never pressure you to go anywhere you aren’t ready to go with me. Just know I’m here. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.” Her eyes grow wet and I’m not about to have her crying any sort of tears while she and I are in bed together so I change the subject. “We need to clean up. Eat something. And then I have plans for more of this for the rest of the night.”
Chapter Twenty
Addy
Beau made good on his promise. The rest of the night we spent exploring each other’s bodies. After we ate grilled cheese sandwiches and potato chips with French onion dip and hydrated by drinking about a gallon of water, we christened surfaces in my home that I never dreamt of christening.
He woke me with his mouth between my legs.
I didn’t let him have his fill before I took over, pushing him onto his back and taking him into my mouth.
Learning his body is more fun than I imagined.
Especially when he lets me play and do whatever I want.
After years of friendship, I was afraid that things would be awkward between us but they’re anything but. There’s no embarrassment or shyness.
Walking around naked in front of him and allowing him to explore my body that’s imperfect isn’t uncomfortable in any way. I may have a little cellulite in my thighs and butt and stretch marks from carrying Zoey, but he doesn’t care.
In fact, he makes me feel good.
Wanted.
Cherished.
When his eyes and hands are on me and when he tells me I’m beautiful or that I turn him on, I know he’s telling me the truth.
To him, I’m sexy.
Lying on my side, curled up into his with my fingers playing with the smattering of hair on his chest and tracing a circle around his nipple, I’m more relaxed than I’ve ever been in my entire life, even though I have a little bit of prickly hair on my legs because my leg hair grows so fast that even though I shaved just yesterday morning, it’s already growing back.
Beau doesn’t seem to mind, though. His hand is rubbing up and down my back and his other reaches over, gripping my thigh and bringing it over his stomach. Once I’m situated how he wants me, he lifts my chin with the side of his finger and presses a kiss to my lips.
“I love you.”
“I know. I love you, too.”
“If we don’t get out of bed and put clothes on, we’re not going to have the talk and we have a lot to share so I’m going to let you go and you’re going to put on my shirt and a pair of panties and we’re going to eat some actual breakfast — and by that, I mean food — while drinking coffee and sitting on the porch.”
He’s right. I might not want to let him go, either, but we do have a lot to talk about. Richard Noosma and how I know him, how long I’ve actually been in love with him, how long he’s felt the same way, Chris, Zoey, what this means… so much has gone unsaid over the years and it’s time to get it all out. “That’s the plan, huh?”
“That’s the plan. And since my dick needs about an hour to recover because it’s gotten more of a workout the past twelve hours than it has over the past five years, it’s a good one.”
“I agree it’s a good plan. Why can’t I wear my own shirt?”
“Because I’m your man.”
“Say that again,” I say, voice husky as I rub myself against him.
“I’m your man.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m your woman.”
“Oh, yeah. I could get used to hearing those words from your sexy as fuck lips,” he growls before flipping me over. “I told you I need an hour but that doesn’t mean you can’t get some once more before we go. I’m not gonna be gentle, Addy.”
“Please don’t be.”
He plunges two fingers inside me, his thumb pressed to my clit while he sucks a nipple into his mouth and I cry out.
“Shit!”
“That’s it, baby. Give me everything you’ve got. I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll feel the tingles tomorrow.”
I lick my lips and slap at the bed, twisting beneath him, needing the release but wanting to withhold it at the same time.
He grows hard against my thigh and I wiggle more, hoping he gets the picture.
“Inside me. Now.”
“Demanding little thing.”
“I know you’re ready and you want it, too.” I reach between us and grip him, proving my point.
“I don’t have the will power to tell you no.”
“Good.”
He flips us over again and I straddle him, positioning myself over him and slamming down.
“Ahh!”
“Fuck yes, baby. Ride me.”
Rising up on my haunches, I hold onto his shins behind me and move my body up and down with his hands under my ass to help guide me.
“So good,” I whimper, head thrown back.
He knifes up, sucking a nipple into his mouth and wrapping my legs around his waist, fists my hair and tugs. With access to my neck, he goes wild. Kissing and sucking and licking everywhere he can while our hips move. I keep riding him and he keeps pistoning back and forth until we’re both crying out through our release.
His deep growl that he finishes by biting my shoulder.
Mine a scream so loud I’m afraid my neighbors can hear.
After a bit, he lies back and I fall forward, draping my body over his. We’re sweaty and the scent of sex is heavy in the air. My hair is tangled and skin is flushed.
Beau’s calloused hands grip my waist and slip me off him.
“I have nothing left in me. You’re insatiable.”
I giggle. “You started it.”
He swings his legs off the bed and stands up, walks to the bathroom, and comes back with a wet washcloth. “I suppose that means I have to finish it then, huh?”
I preen at his attention, letting him clean himself off me.
“That’s sexy as hell, Addy. Seeing the results of us together slide out of you like that. You make me like a caveman.”
When he looks up at me something in my expression shifts his own. “Shit. You like that, too.”
I nod, incapa
ble of speaking.
“We wasted a lot of years,” he says quietly. “I’m not going to let that get to us and ruin what we have now. We might have missed out on that time together, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make up for it.”
“Is that why you said you wouldn’t care if I got pregnant?”
“Part of it,” he admits. “The rest of it I’ll explain over breakfast. Up you go,” he says, helping me stand and tossing me his t-shirt. I slide it over my head and pause, taking in a deep breath in the process.
After he’s slid on a pair of shorts and I’ve put on my panties, used the toilet (a bladder infection after mind-blowing sex wouldn’t do), wash up, and throw my hair in a bun, I meet him in the kitchen where he left for when I went to the bathroom.
He hands me a cup of coffee and I take it greedily.
“Fried eggs and toast okay? That’s about all the energy I have,” he says, looking in the fridge.
“Works for me. I’ll start the toast. How many pieces do you want?”
“Four.”
I laugh. “My gosh, I’m going to need a second job so we can afford to feed your appetite. Though it’s a good thing eggs and bread are cheap.”
He turns around from where he was placing the skillet on the stove and looks at me.
“What?”
“We.”
“We… what?”
“You said we, as in a couple. I like the sound of it.” He shrugs.
“Might take a little bit to get used to it. Realizing that we’re a we and we’re finally there.”
“I hope I never get used to it.”
“Yeah,” I say on a sigh and will myself not to cry.
“Right. Eggs. Toast. Coffee. Porch.”
“Yeah,” I repeat, still sighing.
We smile at each other and get to work. Two eggs medium and two pieces of toast with strawberry jelly for me. Four eggs sunny side up and four pieces of toast, two with peanut butter, two with strawberry jelly, for Beau. He also grabs a yogurt and a banana along with a glass of milk. I honestly don’t see how he eats the way he does and manages to stay trim. Though, he works his ass off doing physical labor almost every day and when he’s not on a roof, he’s doing anything else he can to stay in shape.
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