"Okay Be-a-u," I mock giving his name additional syllables and lie down on my back. I'm in no way comfortable. I flop on my side curling my legs up, my butt pushed against his hip. I sigh feeling better.
His body curls behind me, "See, more than enough room. I might like this little ass bed after all. Now you've got nowhere to go." He molds his body to mine from head to toe and wrapping his arms over my hip, around my tummy. I almost suck it in but stop myself. Just because I'm softer than what he's used to, doesn't mean he won't like what he feels.
I listen to his breath even out, his body becomes increasingly heavier on mine. The weight of his arms sinks further into me as he relaxes in sleep. It’s not uncomfortably heavy, just enough to let me know he is relaxed, asleep, or close to it.
I was worried he'd want to have sex, but now that he doesn't, I'm not sure how I feel about it. Does he not want me? Did something I do freak him out? Is he only here because he feels obligated?
My thoughts run in circles, until I finally fall asleep.
I wake feeling overly warm. I feel fingers gliding up the back of my thigh then over my bottom and up my back. I feel Beau behind me, his warm breath fanning over my nape. My back arches as he presses against me. I grind back letting out a long exhale.
Beau's lips are at the side of my neck, his hips rocking into me.
"Sammy?" He grates then bites my shoulder.
"Mm," is my less than articulate reply.
"You awake baby? You want me touching you, right Sweets?"
"Yes," comes out breathless. Beau turns me on my back and lowers his lips to mine. His mouth is warm and thick as he starts the kiss. My hands seek his bare shoulder and neck. I'm needy for his kiss. I want to pull him on top of me. He leans down and lifts the hem of my shirt, slowly sliding it up. I sit up enough to pull it off and my full breasts bounce right in front of his face.
He doesn't waste the opportunity, his mouth is around my nipple instantly, my hands go to his hair, curling while grabbing handfuls of it to urge him on. He makes a gratifying sound. I feel it on my skin. He bites down, pulling back on the sensitive skin.
He kisses my lips gently, "Sammy I want to be inside you so bad, but I need to know you're ready and that you want that. Do you want me inside you?” His hips rock forward emphasizing his words.
"Yes Beau," he exhales like he was holding his breath. He continues to move his body against mine.
His face lowers back to my breast as he leans over me. The feel of his toned body laying on mine is intoxicating. My thoughts scatter as he moves between my legs. My panties and his boxers offer very little in the barrier that separate us. I can feel his need. It feels wonderful knowing I've created it.
Beau sits back on his heels, tracing his finger under the edge of my panties, asking permission. I lift my hips as an answer. He slides the material down to my knees, then lifts my foot up to remove the fabric from one leg. He places my foot back on the bed, my knee folded at his side after placing an open mouth kiss on the inside of my ankle. He does the same with the other side. I try to close my legs a bit, but he doesn't allow it, holding me open by placing his palm on the inside of my thigh.
"Shy now, sweets? After you already came on my tongue?” He bends to kiss me, “I want to see and touch every inch of you Sammy, no hiding." I want him so bad. I don't care right now anyway that my instincts move me to cover myself.
"Condom?" I offer as a kind of answer.
"Where?" He asks and lays over me again kissing my neck and down my throat.
I'm confused by his response, "huh?" his hand is cupping my breast as he rocks his hips forward, it’s the only answer I can give
"Where are the condoms baby?"
"I don't know."
He grunts, "Samantha, where are your condoms?" Beau’s question is punctuated with a harder thrust.
I moan my response, “I don't have any condoms."
He freezes, "You don't have any?"
"Of course not," I say, sounding put out.
"Fuck," he growls and drops his head onto my shoulder.
"You don't have any?" I ask, running my hands down to his butt while I push my heels into the bed. I don't want that lovely friction to stop, so I'll create it myself. He regains the initiative and grinds down causing both of us to give a verbal response.
"No baby, didn't want to jinx it. Why don't you?” He pants and lifts my leg over his elbow to give more space for his hips to slot closer into thevof my open thighs.
My neck arches from the pressure. My brain short circuits.
