Beau's rhythm becomes erratic. He buries himself deep inside me and swivels his hips as my inner muscles milk him.
He drops his weight down on top of me. His face falls to my neck. I wrap my hands around his back and cradle him to me.
We breathe heavily. I can feel the dampness of sweat where our bodies connect. My lust-filled brain begins to process every touch and caress. Nothing I could have imagined would have lived up to how he makes me feel.
"Wow," I husk. "That's what I've been missing?" I ask incredulously. Beau doesn't lift his head, but his hand pinches my nipple in punishment.
"No Samantha. Only I can make you feel like that." I believe him. He rolls to his back, tugging me close, placing his arm under my head.
I snuggle in deeper, getting comfy, "I'm going to lose myself in you." Beau sighs like it’s a good thing. I wonder if he realizes that I've been lost for far longer than I'm willing to admit aloud or to myself.
With my naked body pressed against his, my breathing slows, and my skin cools. I shiver, and Beau yanks the corner of my comforter up to cover me.
I sleep in his embrace.
