Chapter 22

22

Beau

She wraps her arms around my neck and I swear to God my heart is beating so loud, you could hear it in the next county. Her soft lips press against mine and I hold my hands at her hips, unsure if I should be reciprocating. Okay, I did the first time outside her parents' house, but that was because she was upset.

"Kiss me back," she whispers. "Like you did before."

She feels and smells like a dream. I want nothing more than to lay her down on the bed and spoil her body. Devour her. Make her mine for real this time.

"You know we can't." It pains me to say it.

"Why not? We're married."

"Yeah, but it's a fake marriage, baby girl. I don't want to ever?—"

She shuts me up by snugging her body into mine and pressing her lips against me once more. Holy shit. All the blood rushes south between my legs.

Her lips part and screw it, I want this just as badly as she does. If she wants to make out with me, then who am I to argue?

A groan leaves my throat when I feel her hand on my ass and she pulls me farther against her. My dick pushes up against her stomach and she gasps. "Holy shit," I hear her whisper.

"You think he's gonna stay quiet when you're kissing me like this? I loved kissing you too, by the way."

"We can be friends and still do this, right?"

Do what? Is she meaning we're gonna… Oh, fuck.

"Yeah," I mutter, my hands gripping her waist tighter. "We'll figure something out."

I'm walking her backward and her hand grips my shirt as her legs hit the back of the couch. She falls back onto the cushions, taking me with her and I brace one hand down beside her head to stop myself crushing her. "I want you, Beauster."

My eyes grow wide. "You do?"

"How long since you had sex?"

I think for a moment. It's been a while. "I don't know, maybe like, six months?"

"That long?"

"Admittedly, I've been on a bit of a dry spell, but I've been busy." Maybe I sound defensive, but I still want her to know there's been nobody else. "What about you?"

"Three months. Since… my ex." I'm glad she doesn't say his name. I don't need to ever hear it. Imagining him inside my wife makes me want to ride on over to his place and beat his face in.

"I just want you to be sure. Once we go there, it's done, we can't go back." Here I was thinking making out was gonna be epic, but now we could be having sex. I don't know how I died and suddenly became the luckiest bastard on the planet.

"I mean, we need sex," she whispers. "It's healthy. And, uh, we're not technically legal until we consummate the marriage."

"Uh, huh, well, that says it all." I chuckle. Our breaths are ragged and I stare down at her.

"You have pretty eyes, Beauster. Did I ever tell you that?"

I smirk. "Not as pretty as yours, Autumn Leaf."

A soft smile crosses her lips. "You're the sweetest man I've ever known."

"You won't be saying that once we're naked," I blurt out. To my delight her cheeks pinken right before my eyes. I'm about to correct myself and remind her that we don't have to get naked, that we can do as much or little as she wants, but she's running her hands over my ass and I fucking like it.

"Tell me you want me," I hear the strain in her voice. It's as if nobody has ever told her, which can't be true. Guys must tell her all the time.

"You know that I do." Am I meant to be faking it, or telling her the truth? Somewhere along the lines, the rules became fuzzy. Everything is distorted and I don't know up from down . All I know is Autumn. She's like an angel underneath me and she wants me to make her feel good. She wants me.

"Say it."

"I want you, Wifey."

She pulls me by the lapels of my shirt so my chest presses into hers. "Then show me, husband. Because I need to feel you right now."

Neither of us can even blame alcohol since all we had to drink was sweet tea at her parents' place. "I just don't want you to regret anything," I manage, my lips hovering dangerously over hers. "Once friends have sex?—"

"Like you said, we'll work it out." She sounds needy for it. Desperate. And I fucking love every second of her begging. I want more of it. I want her to beg me to take her. "Do you want me, Beau?"

A primal need takes over and I shift my hips, pressing my dick into her stomach. "Do you feel that, Wifey? Does that feel like a man who doesn't want his wife?"

She visibly swallows and I smirk. Oh, she feels it. "I heard rumors about the Bassetts being hung like horses."

I snort. "Oh, God. Please do not give me any visuals of my brothers, you'll make it go away."

She kneads my ass as I shift and my dick rubs against her again. It feels so fucking good. "We may be pretending, but for tonight, let's do what makes us both feel good."

I brush her lips with mine. "Do you want me to make you feel good, baby girl?"

She nods. "Yes, Beau. I want to forget all about today and just be with you. Like this. Just us."

I want her so fucking much my balls tighten, ready to explode and I'm not even naked or anywhere close to being inside her yet. I can't even imagine what kind of heaven that's going to feel like.

"You're so beautiful." I sweep the hair off her face. "Everything about you is perfect, do you know that?"

She shakes her head.

I kiss her nose. "This." I kiss her forehead. "This." I move to kiss her throat. "This."

I shift my head lower and she grips onto it. I want to kiss her breasts, but I don't know if she'll… She moves my head over to one side and I plant a kiss there, seeing and feeling her hard nipple poking through her t-shirt, draws my balls even tighter. "This." I move to the other one. "These are fucking perfect."

"Touch them."

I do. I cup her magnificent tits and she groans as I settle more comfortably between her legs as she spreads them wide. She's wearing jeans and so am I, but it doesn't stop me feeling the friction between us.

"I want to taste them."

"Oh, Beau." Her groan has me lifting the hem of her t-shirt to reveal her glorious, soft skin underneath. I lift it higher until it sits under her chin and her white, lacy bra peeks back at me. I can see her rosy, hard nipples through the soft fabric and I stare at them.

Brushing my thumbs over each peak as she groans.

"Does my wife like that?" I flick my eyes up to her face. If she thinks I'm going to do this hard and fast, she can think again. I want to take my time. Exploring her body. I want to leave my mark on her, make love to her like nobody ever has before. I need it more than I need air.

"Yes. More."

I close my eyes and groan, flicking my thumbs once more as she jerks. Every little touch sends quivers through her body. Goddamn, I married a hottie.

I place my mouth over one peak, gently pulling the other one with my finger and thumb. She bucks up into me, and I hold her shoulder down with my free hand, sucking on her perfect tit as I try not to come in my pants. It's not enough. I pull back the material, her full breast in view and her hard as a rock nipple. I take it in my mouth, sucking and laving it with my tongue. My eyes shift up to hers, she has them closed. A look of pure ecstasy on her face as her lips part and her hands grip my head even tighter. She likes her tits being played with. Noted.

I pull at the other one, making her moan louder as I shift my hips so my cock is flat against her pussy. " Jesuuuuuus ," she groans.

I smile against her nipple, letting it go with a loud pop as I move over to the other one. I rip the material on her bra down and when I feel her eyes on me, I glance up, gripping her soft breast in my hand as I suck harder.

"Beau!"

Goddamn her moans send me to another place.

"Does my baby like that?"

"I need more, Beau, please, I need friction…"

I grin against her flesh. "Impatient? My little wife is needy for it."

She tugs my t-shirt and I move off her so she can reach. Pulling it from my body, there's heat and hunger in her eyes when she drops her gaze downward to take me in. Her hands roam over my shoulders, pecs and stomach as she groans, feeling her way. "You're so stacked," she says, making me laugh. I'm glad she likes what she sees. I'm about to answer when she adds, "Take your jeans off. Mine too."

How can I deny my beautiful wife? I pull her t-shirt over her head, leaving her bra in place and I waste no time with my belt and zipper. I shove my jeans down, leaving my boxer briefs on. I don't care that there's a patch of wet where I've already leaked due to our make out session. I'm reaching for her jeans but stop when I notice her eyes are focused directly on my package. "Holy shit," she murmurs.

I glance down. "He doesn't bite."

Her eyes dart back to mine. "He's big."

"He's not even out yet, and why are we talking about my dick in third person?"

She bites down on her lip and I smirk. "What?"

"You said— You said, dick."

She's so adorable. I lean down and cup one side of her face and kiss her chastely. "You're the cutest thing I've ever seen."

"Shut up and take my jeans off."

I comply, being careful to leave her panties in place; the same white, lace fabric taunts me. I don't want to overstep the mark, but when I lay back on top of her, her hand traces down the front of my body. Her fingers trailing down between us as I feel them brush lower and finally she cups my dick.

"Fuck," I mutter at the same time she says, "Holy mother of God."

I can't imagine Autumn playing with my dick. I can't imagine it in her mouth. I can't imagine it inside her, but man if I get to any kind of base past her gripping me tightly in her hot little hand, I'm gonna die a happy man.

I move my mouth to her ear. If she thinks I'm a super geek who's only good at playing games and removing tiny spiders from bathrooms, she hasn't been in bed with me.

I can play with her body for hours. "Does my wife want to take her husband's dick out?"

Her voice sounds like a silent prayer. " Beau."

"Yeah, baby girl?"

She grips my dick harder, her hand smoothing over the outside of my boxers and I need her to take it out.

I move her bra straps down her arms and shove the cups down, roaming my lips over her rosy nipple once more. I know she's feeling it, every single time I touch her, she bucks up into me.

"I want to see it."

"So take it out." I lift up to make it easier for her, dying for her bare hand to touch me.

This isn't all about me, so this is all she's gonna get until I finish what I'm doing, and I haven't even made her come yet. She tugs on the elastic of my boxers and pulls them down. My cock springs free. She gasps and I feel a hundred feet tall at her reaction.

I'm hovering above her, resting on my hands as we both glance down. My dick is pointing straight up and it's fucking hard. I don't think I've ever been so damn hard in my entire life.

"Jesus Christ." Her hot little hand moves over my shaft and she starts to sheath me slowly.

I groan, unsure how long I can keep this up without spurting all over her.

"You're so big."

I watch, my breathing just as ragged as hers as she milks my dick with her hand. I don't thrust, I want to, but if I do, this will all be over. And I'm not done with my precious girl just at the moment.

"That's it, feel how hard you get me. My hot little wife."

"I want you, Beau. I need you."

I love hearing her words, especially when she sounds so needy. She jerks me off while I lower my head. "Push your tits in my face, angel." She does as I say and I suck her nipple while she pulls my dick and I think I'm going to die.

Suddenly I move off her, grabbing both her arms as I pin them next to her head. I gaze down at her. "We really gonna do this?"

She nods. No hesitation. "I want you."

"Be more specific so I know, baby girl. You can talk to me."

Her sweet, beautiful olive skin is pink and flustered. It sends me to the moon and back. "I want my husband's dick inside me."

My heart races and I grin. When my mouth finds hers, this time my tongue dips inside and she gasps. We've never used tongues before, and it's so damn hot.

Holding her arms down I rub my cock against her heat and she groans. She must be soaking. "Tell me how wet you are for me."

"So wet."

"Do you want your husband to check?"

She nods, making a panting, breathy noise. "Yes."

I let go of her arms, cupping her tits as I suck and nibble each one. Then I move a hand lower and over the front of her panties. They're soaking. I cuss.

"You're dripping."

"I told you I want you. Hurry."

I smile, wagging a finger at her. "One thing you'll learn about me, angel. I'll never rush things when I'm in bed with you. I'm gonna take my sweet time and suck every single orgasm from your body."

"Oh, God."

I snake my hand under the elastic, groaning when I feel her flesh and then her legs part for me and she's so fucking wet. I groan out loud. I want to sink my dick inside so badly, but I need her to come at least twice before I even think about that.

She gasps when I run my fingers through her slit and circle her clit. "So wet," I mutter.

Knowing she's needy, I'll give her a little taste. Running my hands through her heat again, I spread her slickness and circle her clit again, this time I add pressure and she bucks beneath me.

"Beau!"

I keep swirling and watch the glow over her skin as her eyes squeeze closed and she detonates. "Who am I?" I growl.

"Husband!" she cries. "My husband."

I remove her panties, not even letting her come down from her spiral. Spreading her legs I forget about my own throbbing need and lean down to lick my tongue through her sweet juices. "So sweet," I mutter. "My wife is so sweet."

She's soaked and I love it. I lick her clit, my fingers pulling on her pussy lips gently as I circle one finger around her hole. Then I slide in. She grips my head tight and I almost lose my load. I pull out and insert another finger and start to move in and out as I nibble on her clit. Glancing up, she's on her elbows, watching me, and I've never seen anything so damn sexy in all my life.