Chapter 24

24

Beau

I lay against the pillows with my arm curled around the back of my head while my wife is cuddled into my side, resting one hand on my chest as she sleeps. I've been watching her since I woke up.

And she looks so damned content that I don't want to wake her. Her face is so peaceful and content. Her soft breathing stirs something in my heart; love. I love her.

I just can't deny it anymore and I need to tell her.

And it's not just because of what we did last night, even if I loved every second of it.

We played until all hours, enjoying each other and making love until we were so exhausted we fell asleep. Autumn is like no woman I've ever met before. The way we fit together, the way she responds to me. It drives me wild. I dread to think what the time is now, but I don't really care.

I feel content in myself, and it's not a feeling I'm familiar with. I go about my life and my daily schedule the same as I always have, not unhappy, but not jumping from for joy either. Kinda just going through the motions, my feelings neutral and somewhere in the middle of being happy and just getting by. I've nothing to complain about. I love what I do, but I think there's been a big piece missing from my life. And that missing piece is now snuggled in my arms.

It feels different now. With Autumn living with me and being with each other every day, it's brought out something in me that I never knew was there; I'm protective. I want to hear about her day. I want to tell her things. I want to tell her everything . It's something I never knew I could have. She makes me want to be more, be better and I want to put in the effort because to see her smile, and to see her want me, it makes everything worthwhile.

It makes me feel like the luckiest man on the planet. I don't even care that this whole thing was supposed to just be a marriage of convenience for a while, to suit us both like we agreed. But we've gone so far past that now, I don't even know what the agreement was to begin with. The lines are blurred.

She stirs a little and I reach down to kiss the top of her head. She's so warm and her body feels so comfortable flush up against me. Her arm resting on my bare chest feels like it's always been there, and now I need her in my bed. Every night.

Yeah, we're still naked. We showered after and fell asleep cuddling each other.

I haven't been able to go back to sleep because, one, I want to hear the first thing she's going to say when she wakes. I'm worried she'll back out and everything will be ruined. I know she worries about things and I want to take that away, but I don't know how. This is supposed to be fake, after all. And two, I just want to watch her and relish in this time together. Being alone like this without anyone around is what we both needed. I'm sad that Ruth acted the way she did, but she'll have to get used to it because I'm not going anywhere.

An indulgent thought crosses my mind. Does Autumn love me too?

And it's one that I have no right to ask. Even if it isn't out loud.

"Beau…" Her whisper knocks me out of my reverie.

My eyes flick down to her as she moves her hand across my chest while she stirs.

I love how her hands touch me even in her sleep. My dick stirs beneath the sheets because this is what she evokes in me; complete and utter devotion. Her presence is so calming. And I've never felt this way.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Good morning." She buries her face into my chest like she's embarrassed.

I stroke the back of her hair until she looks up at me.

"Good morning, wife. How did you sleep?" Okay that's half tongue in cheek because I had her up most of the night.

She smiles and kisses my shoulder, and that's all it takes for my morning wood to expand even more. She lights me on fire with just a few strokes of her fingers and a peck on my shoulder. "I slept just fine, eventually, when you let me sleep."

I chuckle. "Oops."

"You can say that again."

"Oops," I repeat. She nudges me and rolls back onto her pillows, removing her hands from me and covering her face. It wasn't just one time. In fact, I lost count.

"Was it… Uh…." I love it when she's like this, all coy and shy. It makes me want to roll her over and remind her that I can make that blush ten times brighter. "Was it good for you, too?"

I snort. "Uh, we used half a packet of rubbers, so I think you know the answer to that. I loved every second of it." I stare at her, propping my head into my hand. For a second my heart drops as I think maybe she's regretting it, or having second thoughts. "Did you?"

She nods, removing her hands from her face. "Yes." She doesn't sound hesitant, thank God.

"Why were you covering your face like you're embarrassed?"

She bites her lip and I'm reminded that's what got her into trouble in the first place. "Because you were everywhere , Beauster."

"As your husband I should think so." I laugh to try and make light of things. I don't want her being shy or unsure around me. She's absolutely gorgeous, and the things we did to each other and with each other were better than anything I've ever felt before in my life. "As long as you don't regret anything? I know you were really upset yesterday. We need to talk about that."

She rolls onto her side to face me. "I would never regret anything with you, not when you make me feel… special. Like I matter. And this? Being here just with you, it's nice. It feels right."

"Of course you matter. Nothing has to be awkward. We're two consenting, married adults and we had some fun." Even as I say it, I wince. Had some fun? Am I crazy?

"Was it a one time thing for you?" She sounds hesitant.

I frown. "What?"

"You know, just testing the waters. We consummated the marriage and all, but what does this mean? Yes it was fun, but we crossed the line."

I brush some loose strands of hair off her shoulder as she traces her fingers down my arm, doing nothing at all to keep my morning wood at bay. She's not pressing into me enough to notice yet. "I guess it means that we have something more than what we originally thought. Crossing the line was so worth it." I rub my nose against hers.

"Do we keep going?" she whispers. "As in… the sex?"

I grin, rocking my hips against her. I love how she gets so shy about saying the word sex . "What do you think?" I want to hear her say it.

She gasps, looking down, now she's noticing what I've got going on. Oh yeah, he's standing up to your attention, wifey. You have full control of whatever you want to do to him. "Are you always like this in the morning?"

"Yes. Around you, anyway. You're naked and I had to restrain from waking you up with my mouth." I don't care anymore. She needs to know.

She rolls her lips in that adorable way of hers. "That's awfully enticing."

I smile into her hair, loving how she smells. "Isn't it?"

"You know I should really behave myself…" Her hand slides under the covers and her slight, dainty fingers find my cock easily; it's not exactly hard to miss. "But I'm not sure I can. "

It's like music to my ears. I love it when her voice resembles an incoherent moan, especially when she's panting my name.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love how hard you get." She gives my dick a tug and it's my turn to close my eyes and let my own groans take over.

"It's all because of you, Wifey ." My voice is hoarse and I'm leaking pre-cum all because of her touch and her sexy morning voice, laced with the fact she's up for it after a night of rolling around until all hours. I love that she can't get enough of me.

"I need to taste him again, more than I did last night."

Fuck yeah. It was so hot when she ran her tongue up and down my dick and then took the whole lot in her mouth. I run a hand over my face as my hips move to her jerking me off slowly. "You do?"

"Oh, I really do."

Here I was thinking she'd regret it and say we shouldn't do that again. I feel like a Jack-in-the-box ready to spring to life and give it to her all over again.

She slides down, kissing my chest as she goes. It looks so sexy to see her disappearing under the covers. She rolls me onto my back and climbs over the top of me, sitting up for a moment as the covers fall off her shoulders. I gaze up at her perky tits, her nipples hard and taut. I reach down to pluck them and watch her dip her head.

The minute her mouth touches my head, I jerk my hips. Oh, it's just too good; her hot little hand as well as her hot little mouth. I don't know how long I can last with her doing this. She wastes no time sliding her mouth over me and lowering onto my dick, her soft plump lips encasing me as her tongue slides on the underside of my length. She slowly, agonizingly, teases me up and down as I try not to be greedy and ramrod down her throat. I want to lose control, to make her eyes water, to shoot my load down her throat. Have her husband's cum dripping out of her mouth. And I will, if she'll let me.

"Baby girl," I groan, not taking my eyes off her. We're picking up the pace and she's devouring me like it's her last supper. I love the fact she loves it, her soft little moans tell me so. "Not gonna last."

"You don't have to," she breathes, between licks and sucks. Popping my dick out of her mouth for a second, she looks up at me with those big, beguiling, doe eyes. "Let go, Hubs. Let me see you."

My dick grows even more and her words give me all the nudge I need to rock my hips to her beat. We get faster and faster, her mouth gripping me, her tongue swirling all over my cock. I'll never get sick of this. Never.

"Baby, I'm gonna…" I move to pull out, as I'm not sure if she…

But she catches my drift and presses down firmly, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She reaches for my balls and cups them, giving them a tug, and it's the last touch I didn't know I needed before I'm spilling my load, calling out her name incoherently, with my arm across my eyes. I feel my dick pulse and the waves of motion go on and on and on "Fuck, Wifey. Oh baby, oh…"

When we finally still, and I try to keep up with the aftershocks, she slowly pulls her mouth away, swallows, and pops my dick out of her mouth.

Her sexy eyes look up at me, looking pleased with herself.

"Now that's a very good morning, Autumn Leaf." I can barely talk. My pulse races in my chest. I lay awake most of the night worrying about what would happen this morning, and I needn't have bothered. She's fine. She's better than fine.

She giggles, dragging her body up my side and laying on top of me. Her warm skin pressing into mine, her breasts squish against my chest. I love being like this. Both of us naked and needy for one another. Neither of us pretending; none of this is fake.

I reach forward to kiss her, not caring I can taste myself on her lips and finding it equally hot she swallowed me. "You're the sexiest husband," she breathes when we break for a second.

"And you're a fucking great wife."

Her lips part. "Let me show you how good I can be. Cowgirl and all." She laughs, rocking her hips against mine because I'm not coming up for air this morning; I'm ready to go again.

I love being married.

"I need to be inside you," I groan. I can feel her hot little pussy sliding along my length. I need her.

She grabs me by the base, rubbing my shaft against her sweet spot as we keep kissing. "And I need you to be inside me too," she breathes.