Coming Home For Her

He doesn’t waste any time burying his face between my thighs. I swear he can’t get enough of me. Every time he goes down on me, he eats me as if he were a starved animal. I drop my head back when he pushes a finger inside of me. He begins to work it in and out, heightening the pleasure he’s already giving me.

His tongue circles my clit, flicking it back and forth as he works another finger inside of me. I gasp when his other hand slips up my body. His fingers begin toying with my nipple. It feels like he’s everywhere.

It’s all too much when he hooks his finger inside of me, hitting the perfect spot. I call out his name before falling back onto the bed, the pleasure taking over my body. Every part of me feels sensitive. When he kisses the inside of my thighs, my body jerks.

He lifts me, moving me to the center of the bed. He continues to trail kisses up the length of my body until he settles between my legs. He leans down, taking my mouth in a kiss that feels different than any of our others. It’s soft and sweet. I get lost in it for a moment. I dig my fingers into his hair.

He spreads my legs apart with his legs settling more into me. The head of his cock presses against my entrance. I slide my fingers down his back.

“Tell me what you want.” He kisses down my jaw.

“You.” His hold on me tightens. I spread my legs, lifting my hips so he slips more inside of me. He lets out a groan and pushes more into me before pulling out again. His thrusts in and out of me are slow, allowing me to adjust to his size. Little moans pour from me as I dig my fingers into his back.

“You feel so damn good.” He pulls out, thrusting all the way inside of me this time. I gasp at the fullness I feel, causing him to freeze.

“No, it’s good, Beau. More.”

“You’re going to kill me. Wrap around me.” I do exactly that, knowing he’s going to make this good for me. I dig my heels into him, encouraging him to move. “So fucking tight. And all mine.” His thrusts become quicker and deeper.

I wrap around him, holding on tight. For so long I’ve dreamed about this. Wanted it and now it is all happening. I dig my nails into him when he shifts, hitting even deeper inside of me. Another orgasm pushes down on me.

“I need you to come for me, dream girl,” he grits out, and I know he’s holding back waiting for me. His hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit. I go off and scream out his name as my whole body locks around him. He groans my name into my ear as his release spills inside of me. For a moment I think about what that means, but when he starts kissing my neck I forget about everything but him.

“I’ll spend my life being worthy of what you gave me here tonight.” He doesn't move, keeping his face buried in my neck. I don’t want him to. I stay wrapped around him, my breathing starting to match his.

“It was always meant to be yours,” I admit. “I knew it the first day I saw you. No other guy I’ve met has ever measured up to you.”

“I don’t want you sizing up other men.” He nips my neck, making me giggle.

“How about you?” I ask, licking my suddenly dry lips not sure I really want to know the answer.

“Longer than I should have.” He kisses my neck again. I sigh, closing my eyes. “I haven't been with anyone since before I met you. I want you to know that.” I relax more under him, and something inside of me finally settles.

15

Beau

I watch my girl spin around the dance floor with Angel. She looks breathtaking with her dress flaring out around her. They are both laughing and having the time of their lives. The pink dress she’s wearing leaves her shoulders bare, along with most of her legs. It stops a few inches above her knees. So much of her skin is on display. I want my mouth all over her, but that’s nothing new.

I both love and hate that pink piece of material she claims is a complete dress. The top is fitted while the bottom flares out at her hips. It shows off every damn inch of her hourglass figure. The pink is bright, and there is no missing my dream girl out in the center of the dance floor. It really sucks that I don’t get to walk out there and claim her. Letting everyone know that she’s mine.

We stood at the front of the ceremony while Angel and Logan vowed their love for each other. My eyes stayed on Carey the whole time. I wanted that exact same thing for us. I’d never given marriage much thought, but I’m getting it now. My cock hardens thinking about her vowing herself to only me. Promising to be mine forever.