Page 13 of Love, Lena


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He kisses me gently, his lips brushing against mine. “I’m here, Lena. I’m here for you.”

With a deep breath, Beau pushes into me, deep, fast, taking my breath away. I feel my back relax, but my hips push back to meet his, to take more of him. I love feeling him slide inside me. A low moan escapes my lips as we connect, his shaft filling me completely.

He holds me in place for a moment, his hands on my hips, as we both adjust to the feeling of being one. Then, he starts to move, his hips slowly pulling back and pushing forward, creating a delicious friction that sends shivers of pleasure racing through me.

“Oh, Beau, that feels so good,” I moan, my voice catching in my throat as his hand moves around my stomach. Once upon a time, that would have filled me with shame, but I know he loves my curves.He loves me,I think, as he continues to slide his hand along my abdomen.

I know what he was doing, but that didn’t stop the anticipation as his hand slid lower, down between my thighs, to a place that made me cry out in delight. “Oh, my sweet Beau, the things you do to me.”

“Not half what you do to me, Lena, I promise you that,” he answers, clearly concentrating.

As his hands slid down, I felt his fingers tease me, caressing my sensitive skin as he searches for the sweet spot that drives me wild. I arch my back, whimpering with need as his fingers finally find their mark, his thumb rubbing against my clit in a rhythm that matches our lovemaking. I’m not ashamed of the need I feel for him or the sounds I make. I’m not ashamed because Beau makes me feel that way; he makes me feel those things, and he loves all of me.

He brings me up against his muscular chest, his left hand on my left nipple, teasing it, as his right middle finger teases me elsewhere. I can feel my body tightening, the pleasure building up inside me as his fingers dance around and on me. I think I forget how to breathe as the sensations flood my brain.

Suddenly, he thrusts hard into me, his shaft sinking deep, and I cry out in pleasure. I’m on the edge, relief in sight, just a breath away, my hips bucking and grinding against his hand.

“Beau, baby, I’m going to...,” I moan, the words lost in the haze of pleasure as my body begins to tremble, the orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave of sensation. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, the pleasure so intense that it leaves me gasping for air.

“That’s it, Lena. Take me with you, baby. Take me with you,” Beau groanes, and I feel him swell inside of me. That does something to me, makes something twinge deep inside, and I feel my walls clamp down around him.

The intensity with which we find our pleasure this time is greater than the first time, leaving us both breathless and spent; little more than two bodies melded together. I cry out as the pleasure continues to surge through me, and I hear Beau gasp.

He pulls me into his arms when my breath calms. He sits down on the edge of the bed and holds me close, soothing me until I can open my eyes again. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay, Beau. I’m yours,” I answer, kissing him softly.

The thing was, I know he was mine, too. Forever.

“I have to go to work,” I say regretfully, and he sighs.

“Come back tonight. Let me make us dinner.”

“Okay,” I agree with a wide smile.

“I can’t wait until tonight,” he groans against my skin, and I nod.

“Me either.”

I know that we’re both ignoring the elephant in the room. We’re going to have to tell Charlie soon, but for right now, I just want to enjoy being with Beau.

It’s kind of surreal to be with him like this after being in love with him for so long. When I first woke up this morning, I thought I was dreaming. Then he had pulled me into the bathroom with him, and I had blinked out of it, realizing it was real.

This thing between us is real. I always knew that we were meant to be, and now that we’re together, it feels even better than I imagined. It’s natural to be with him, as natural and easy as breathing.

We fit together. We have so much shared history and so many inside jokes. He was my friend first, but now he’s so much more.

I just hope that when we tell Charlie, it doesn’t ruin everything.

SIX

Beau

I wakeup the next morning with a smile on my face and Lena in my arms.

That smile drops when I hear my front door close and my best friend call my name.

“Beau, are you up?” He asks as he closes the front door.

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