Chapter 23

23

Autumn

This man. This man! I try to close my legs, but he holds them open. The sight of Beau between my thighs is too much, not to mention he's buried — literally buried — his face against my pussy. I cry out over and over as he milks more and more from my body, and I'm a mess. I'm a hot, sticky mess because of him. I had no idea my best friend could do these things. No man has ever made me feel like this. They've never taken their time, and definitely never eaten me out. Michael never liked it, but he expected blow jobs whenever he wanted. No! I'm not thinking about that asswipe while Beau sends me to Heaven and back.

He keeps muttering how wet I am, but he doesn't stop playing with me. He teases and teases me until I'm screaming his name, his fingers deep inside me as I squeeze his head with my thighs. I'm a panting mess when he finally lifts his head, and I practically scream again when he says, "Are you ready for your husband's cock now?"

I had no idea that Beau could be such a dirty talker. It's so freaking hot!

"Yes," I pant without hesitation. "I want it, I want to make you feel good, too."

He smiles, kissing his way up my body. "You do make me feel good, baby girl. Just by watching you come undone. But I'm not going to make love to you on the couch. I want you in our bed, but for now this bed will have to do."

Our bed.

Holy smokes.

He lifts me and I wrap myself around him as he peels me off the couch. Our mouths meet and I taste myself on his lips. This is by far the hottest thing I've ever done.

I never really expected that we would get to this point… That Beau might feel the same way about me, and maybe he doesn't feel exactly how I feel, but he wants me. He wants my body, and that has to be good enough for now. And boy, do I want him. All of him.

The way he makes me feel special in all the little things he does. The special touches. The gestures. All the things that make him Beau. He's a good person and that's what I love most about him. The rest is just a bonus. A very big bonus.

"I want that too," I murmur between kisses.

He carries me to the bed, setting me down gently as I reluctantly let go. He looks so buff; his wide chest glistening with sweat as he moves over the top of me. "You have such a beautiful body, Autumn Leaf," he whispers. "You're perfect. Every inch of you."

I breathe heavily reaching for him, needing him in my arms. "And so are you, do you know that?"

His lips quirk. "Maybe we're perfect for each other after all."

My heart hammers in my chest at his words. "Come and find out."

I can't believe we're doing this. We're really going to have sex. The thought of being with Beau enthralls me, it makes my chest tight and my core clench. There is no going back from here. Once we cross that line, that's it. And we've already crossed so many already. I'm so needy for him I shock myself. I've never been so excited for sex in my life.

Beau takes charge, but not in a domineering way, in an ‘I gotcha' way. He knows what I need and he knows exactly how to deliver it. I like that he can take the lead and make me scream. I want more of that.

Beau slides his body down onto mine, encasing me under him like I'm in a cocoon, it feels so good and so goddamned safe. "So beautiful," he murmurs.

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me. " Beau ," I moan.

We're both completely naked and I feel his rock hard, giant cock digging into my hip. He wasn't kidding when he said he'd take his time with me. He's not rushing to the goal post; instead, he kisses my lips, then my jaw, my neck, the top of my breasts.

When he takes a nipple in my mouth again and holds my arms beside my head, I shamelessly cry out. Nobody has ever treated my body like this before, and I can't get enough.

"I need you inside." I grapple for words as he sucks and nips, ignoring my pleas. I feel him reach between us and after a long intake of breath, I feel what he's doing; rubbing his cock through my folds without penetrating. Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

Back and forth, his rock hard dick coats itself in my wetness, and when his tip nudges at my sensitive clit, I fall quickly and loudly, but Beau still doesn't quicken the pace or shove inside me. I want him to. I want him to rock me into next week.

"I love it when you come like that," he whispers.

Holy shit. His words. His fucking dirty words will be the death of me.

"Do you feel how hard you make me, Wifey?"

I squeeze my eyes closed because he doesn't stop rocking his hips, sliding his cock through my ridiculously wet pussy as I bite down on my lip and grip his back as I hang on for dear life. "You're so good at this."

He chuckles against my breast as he moves his mouth over to my other needy nipple. "It's always the quiet ones you gotta worry about."

"No truer words spoken."

"I want to fuck you now," he breathes.

Holy shit!

"O-Okay."

"You're so wet."

I want to combust just hearing his dirty talk. I've never been very good at it, but to hear Beau cuss like that, it sends me to another place. A dirty place where I want to be his bad bitch. "You think?" I can't hide my face with my hands like I want to; he's still pinning me down.

He kisses me once, twice on the lips and then he rises, reaching over to his wallet on the nightstand.

I cock a brow. "Came prepared?"

He looks back at me, his face dreamy with this look that will embed itself into my memory forever. "Always."

He looks happy. Carefree. And hungry. He looks hungry for my body and that does things to me that cause me to slap his ass with my palm. "Hurry up already!"

He chuckles as I keep my hand there, then the other one, feeling the soft smooth skin of his perfect ass. This man has a killer body and tonight it's all mine.

I sit up as he pulls the condom out. "Can I have a taste, Beauster?"

His eyes darken when he turns back to me. "Holy shit."

"Is that a yes or no?"

"If you so much as touch my dick with your mouth, I'm gonna blow."

I pout. "Just a little taste? Please… "

He swallows hard and I see the debate in his eyes. He holds the foil packet in his hands as I push up and then roll him onto his back. I shove his chest down so he's resting on the pillows and I spread his legs. Holy mother of God. Seeing Beau like this, at my mercy, his fat cock sticking up and dripping for me makes me slide my mouth straight down to his length and lick the underside. When he hisses, I do it again.

I grip the thick base, unable to contain my moan as I lick him from root to tip, circling the head as I flick my eyes up. Pure ecstasy washes over his face as he watches what I'm doing. It takes my breath away. "How is that, husband?"

"If you could see how beautiful you look."

I smile then suck on his tip, gripping the base and taking him farther into my mouth. He's so big and wide that my jaw stretches. Ding-dong husband with a huge schlong. I don't know how I'm going to hide my blush from my friends when they ask me how the sex has been. At least now I won't have to lie. I know that if foreplay is this good, the sex will be amazing.

I hollow my cheeks and take him as far as I can go. He makes this ragged sound and it makes my pussy throb. I need him. I need him like I've never needed anyone before.

I bob up and down, my eyes never leaving his as he stares at me with a hunger that frankly looks like he's about to rip me to shreds. I love it. I love this side of Beau. I love it when he lets go and the passion in his eyes takes over.

I suck like my life is depending on it, gripping his base as his hands tighten on the sheets underneath him. He doesn't grab my head like most guys do and force me farther, but when I hit the back of my throat, he's pulling me off and I yelp when he rolls me over and slams his mouth next to mine.

"My wife is a very naughty girl." Jesus, did his voice get five octaves deeper?

"Your wife likes her husband's big dick."

He smirks, clearly impressed with himself — as he should be. I watch as he rocks back onto his haunches, brings the foil packet to his mouth and rips it off. Grabbing my hand he whispers, "You do it."

I swallow hard as his hand guides me to his dick and I roll it over his tip, and then down the base. His breath comes in a heavy pant with every single touch of my hand.

Then, he lets go and I sink back to the pillows. Like he can't wait one moment longer, his tip is nudging at my entrance and I grip his hips as he rests on his hands and slides into me. In typical Beau fashion he takes it slow, rolling his hips and sliding every fat inch inside of me until he's full tilt. He's so deep his eyes roll into the back of his head.

"Such a perfect wife." He slides out, then repeats. Agonizingly slow.

Oh, I think I just died and went to best-friend's-bed-heaven and I don't ever want to leave.

"So full," I groan. "I can feel… Oh, God, I feel everything… "

His eyes are on mine as he slides out, then pushes back in, a little thrust at the end. "I don't want to hurt you…"

"You're not. It's perfect. We fit so perfectly."

"So tight." He keeps muttering it over and over as he rocks in and out of me. I run my hands down his pecs and abs, feeling every muscle I never knew he had. When my hands settle on his ass, I squeeze it.

"Does my baby want more?"

I nod. "Yes, Beau. Fuck me, please !"

He grins and then he really starts to move. My mouth forms a perfect ‘O' when he slams harder, sliding in and out as the bed rocks. "Slide your legs around my waist."

I do as he says and then he reaches up and grabs the headboard. The headboard!

His pubic bone brushes my clit and I feel my body tingle as I let go, my orgasm slamming me just as hard as he is. I scream out his name. But he doesn't stop. Oh, no. It only spurs him on. He moves one hand to my hip, lifting my ass as his other hand still grips the headboard. He slams in and out faster, harder, grunting and making sounds that I never thought I'd hear from my Beauster's mouth.

He's so deep. He brushes that place inside me that is foreign to most men, and I detonate. I grip his ass even harder, digging my nails in as I come.

" Autumn ," he grits. "I'm coming… I'm… Fuccccck ."

He rides out his orgasm, stilling as all the muscles in his body contract and he closes his eyes, shooting his load and I swear to God I've never seen anything so hot.

We're both panting breathlessly as Beau lets go of my hip and the headboard and collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, not caring that he's crushing me.

"Holy shit ," I whisper. I barely get the words out, I'm so out of breath.

"Yeah."

"Are we friends with benefits now?"

He chuckles, lifting his weight off as he gazes down at me. His lopsided grin warms my heart. He's still inside me and makes no plans to move and my heart constricts at the feeling between us; it's love. I know it's love. This isn't just sex or friends with benefits. This is… something else.

"Nope."

I frown. "No? Was it not goo—" I don't get to finish the sentence. His mouth covers mine and I gasp. His tongue finds me again and we kiss like long lost lovers. Not two friends who tricked everyone we love into believing we're married.

My head pounds.

This is definitely not going to be a hardship.

"It was perfect," he finishes when he finally lifts up. "And I want to do it again."

My eyes go round. "Again?"

He laughs. "Don't look so horrified."

"I'm not," I say. "I just… I've never been with anyone who could do it more than once in one night."

He's unperturbed by my explanation, but his mouth comes to my ear. "I don't give a shit about anyone else you were with before me. They were obviously dumb fucks who don't know their way around a beautiful woman's body." Holy shit, yes! "So I'm gonna change all of that. If you'll let me."

He's not even being arrogant with it. He knows he's good, and that's okay with me.

I nod. "Yes… Yes, I want that."

There's that grin again, lighting up his handsome face. He pulls out and I already mourn the loss of him. Then he flips me over again so I'm on top. "Take it off and roll on another one."

I do not deserve this man. This sex God in my bed.

We're going to do it again?

My heart leaps in my chest and I can feel my whole body flushed and warm. My face especially is burning. Not with embarrassment this time, but with lust. With absolute lust. I'm going to remind Beau Clarence Bassett that I can be a good wife. That performing my marital duties is an absolute pleasure. One I insist on.

I don't know if I'll ever get my fill of him. But tonight? Tonight I'm just going to enjoy it. Tomorrow I'll worry about how we go back to what we were, even if deep down I know we'll never be the same again.