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“Wicked,” I half-laugh as I tentatively touch the device.

“Wicked destiny,” Beau’s dead serious. Unbuckles a strap. “Yours. Get naked and let’s try it out.”

It’s a strange sensation. My back’s cradled in a wide, padded sling. My hips are held in another. There’s a strap under each thigh, suspending my legs, which are spread wide and high. Nothing’s binding me, per se. He showed me how to get out of it myself.

Above my head hang two padded loops for my hands. I grasp them tightly because, without the support, I turn slow in the air like meat on a hook.

I’m naked and weightless and open, floating at exactly the height of his hips. Beau’s shirtless but still in his jeans, standing between my legs with his hands running up the insides of my thighs like we’ve got all night.

Well, we do have all night.

Beau starts by worshipping my tits. Cupping them. Thumbing my nipples while kissing me deep. Then he lowers his mouth to work one nipple hot and slow while rolling and pinching the other one. I feel it everywhere. He grazes it with his teeth. Sucks hard enough to sting and soothes with his tongue. Does it again on the other side, back and forth, until both nipples are so stiff and sensitive, I’m squirming.

Hanging there, I can’t curl in on myself, cover up or push his head away. My hands are full of the straps and my legs are held open and all I can do is arch into a mouth working me over. He knows it, and takes his time. I can feel myself dripping before he’s touched me anywhere else.

“Beau.” It comes out ruined already. “Please.”

He drags his mouth down my belly, then he drops to his knees. The swing puts my spread legs at his face level as if the whole thing was measured for this purpose.

Apparently, it was.

Beau gawks at my pussy as if it’s the most beautiful flower he’s ever seen. Spreads me open with his fingers then licks up the length of me, greedily. The intensity is unreal and, inadvertently, I emit a keening sound of utter ecstasy.

He works me with his whole mouth, tongue, lips, and the flat of his jaw. Sucks my clit and lets it go. Pushes two thick fingers into me and curls them.

I lose my mind. I can’t close my legs. I can’t rock away. The straps hold me captive and the swing rocks me gently against his mouth with every move he makes.

Throughout, he keeps his eyes fixed on my face. Beau is hollow-cheeked and shining with my wetness. Relishing how he’s making me fall apart. I come on his tongue with the loops crushed in both fists, shaking so hard the whole rig sways.

Beau stands while I’m still coming down, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and peels off his jeans. His beautiful cock is thick and flushed dark. My whole body clenches at the sight of it.

“Look at you,” he croons, low and wrecked, one hand jacking himself slowly. “Soaked and shaking for me. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sweetheart.”

“Yesss.” I nod furiously. “Put your cock in me. Now.”

He lines himself up and pushes in slow while and I hang there and take every inch of him. Suspended like this I can’t brace, push back, set the pace. All I can do is let him fill me. Beau grips the straps at my hips and rocks me on to his cock like I weigh nothing, which in this thing I basically do. The angle is so deep and so precise I lose the ability to make words.

My man knows my body like a song he wrote. Always has. Floating and helpless and full of him is a verse we’ve never played.

He reaches for the nightstand.

I hear the buzz before I feel it. My hips jerk in the straps. Beau touches the vibrator to my clit while he’s buried to the root and the myriad of sensations stacked on top of each other short something out in my brain. I make a noise I’ve never heard in my life.

He holds the vibrator against my clit, steady, no mercy in it, and starts to move again. Long, deep strokes and there’s nowhere for any of it to go. I can’t get away from his cock or from the buzz and the way he looks at me with such unabashed devotion sends me to space. My whole body starts to climb again before I’ve come down from the first one.

“That’s it.” Beau’s breathing hard, working me on him. “Give me a big one.”

It builds and builds with me helpless in the air. My hands wrapped in the loops, nipples aching, thighs quivering in the straps, and when it explodes, I white out. I come so hard around him I feel it in my teeth, screaming his name into a room nobody can hear us in. He fucks me through every second of it while the toy keeps going until I’m sobbing.

A few strokes later he bursts too, gripping me to him, my name in his mouth like a prayer.

After, Beau’s tenderness undoes me more than the sex. He unbuckles me and works the straps loose one at a time, rubbing each place they held me, my thighs, my back, kissing the faint pink lines, checking my shoulders, my hips. Asking is this okay and how’s that and holding my whole weight so I never once have to hold it myself.

When he’s satisfied I’m still in one piece, he carries me to the new bed. Our bed. Lays me down and pulls the blanket up. Makes sure I have a glass of water on my nightstand before he lets himself lie down next to me.

Aftercare, with Beau, is its own act of love. He never skips it. He’d sooner stop breathing.

Tangled together in our new master in our new house, I feel both wrung out and content. Eleven months of staying in the guest wing of the house he’d shared with Yolanda and now we have a fresh start. He gutted this bedroom and it’s completely remodeled. A new master bathroom, a his-and-hers closet with my things on one side, his on the other. Decorated in colors we picked out together.