Page 47 of Back To Our Beginning

I had nothing to say. All I could do was feel, as his tongue delved deep and began to fuck me. My arms were limp, I had no strength to touch his head. I wanted to. I wanted to grab his hair and insist he fuck me properly.

“I don’t want to come this way,” I whined.

His tongue swirled around my clit, then he sucked it into his mouth, and I about died.

“No. Cock.” I demanded.

He lifted his head. “Do you have condoms?”

I frowned. What was he talking about?

For a second, the shift in tone hit me sideways. One minute I was floating, seconds from falling apart in his mouth, and the next minute he was asking me questions.

Oh yeah. Condoms. I remembered those things.

“Maddie, I only had the one condom. Unless you have any, you’re stuck with this.”

“Dammit. I thought soldiers were supposed to be all prepared and stuff.”

“I’m a Marine, not a soldier.”

“Soldier. Marine. Whatever. You should have been prepared.”

He shook his head, then slid even deeper into my bed and parted my folds again. There was no teasing this time. He thrust at least two fingers inside of me and sucked my clit into his mouth. His fingers moved like they were searching for something. Then I cried out and trembled.

“W-w-what?”

His tongue swirled around my clitoris as he continued to suck. His fingers continued to brush against that magical spot inside me. I was going insane. I was so close. So desperately close to shattering.

“Beau,” I gasped, but I didn’t know if it was a plea or a prayer.

He didn’t answer, just groaned against me, his mouth working me like I was the only thing that mattered in his world. His curved fingers continued to stroke that place inside me that made everything unravel.

The pressure coiled tighter and tighter and then, and then…

I came apart with a cry, my back bowing off the bed, my hands fisting in his hair, everything in me pulsing with pleasure until I saw stars.

Somehow, he held onto me, but he never stopped. He continued his endeavors, letting me ride out my pleasure. When I finally slumped back against the mattress, dazed and trembling, he looked up at me like I was his own personal miracle.

Which was only right, because he was mine.

* * *

Beau opened my car door and held out his hand so I could more easily step on the running board to get out of his truck. For God’s sake, it was about the same height as my Jeep, and I constantly jumped in and jumped out of my vehicle all the time. Hell, it wasn’t like I was wearing a dress or skirt. I wasn’t even wearing sandals. I was in jeans, a crop top, and my boots. But if Beau wanted to be all mannerly, I wasn’t going to complain.

It’d been my suggestion to grab coffee at Java Jolt. Not only was I dying for a vanilla chai with whipped cream, but I had my fingers crossed that they’d baked cranberry orange scones this morning. Of course, I’d have to deal with Ruby. She always worked Sunday mornings. The after-church crowd was one of her busiest times. Hopefully, she’d be too busy to give me too much shit.

When Beau shut the truck door, then linked our hands together, I about swooned. Here he was, holding hands with me in front of everybody. Tedious Ted didn’t believe in PDAs, so Beau was freaking me out. But as we continued down the sidewalk toward the coffee shop, I enjoyed holding his hand more and more.

He let go to open the door for me, then he guided me in with his hand on my lower back. I did a full body shiver. Mr. Marine better be buying some condoms today.

Just as I suspected, the place was packed and the line was long. Beau and I were one of the few who were in jeans. Everybody else was dressed in their Sunday best. When we got in line, Beau slipped his arm around my waist.

“What’s good here?” he asked.

“Everything,” the pre-teen girl behind us said. She was probably about twelve years old. Maybe three or four years older than Bella.

“What’d I tell you about listening to other people’s conversations?” her mother admonished as she gave Beau and me a strained look.