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I know he's excited. We've messed around plenty, but this is our first time doing this.
He mutters, "Got something to make my wife relax," he says, setting his rigid length against my groin.
"But first and foremost, my husband is a breast man," I tease, my body vibrating with need as he kisses, nips, and teases my breasts. This delicious torment can only lead to wonderful things. I know exactly what he has waiting for me; I've seen the man naked plenty of times already, and he's a big man. A big, big man.
Beau reaches down between us to cup my mound. "Feel that? Feel how wet you are, Sweetness?"
My back arches off the mattress, my pelvis pressing back into his touch, asking for more.
"All yours," I whisper.
He groans, slicking his fingers into my wetness, finding my clit, and bringing me to a fast first orgasm.
My body is still twitching when he sets his tip inside me. "More. Please."
"I'll never deny you anything you want, baby."
He hooks one strong arm under my knee and presses my leg up, spreading me wide before sinking in all the way to the hilt.
I gasp, feeling him everywhere. He's so thick and stiff. Electric pleasure arcs through me, down to the tips of my toes and fingers.
My moans disappear into Beau's mouth as he kisses me with claiming strokes of his tongue.
"Tight," he rasps. "So ... tight..."
"Too tight?" I ask meekly.
"You're gonna make me see stars, my girl," he grits out. "Just want to stay right here for a second and remember this moment."
He's not moving. He's not letting loose yet. His arms on either side of my head hold his weight up like he's scared he might crush me.
"I love you, Beau."
On a ragged breath, he answers, "I love you so much, Sweetness."
He slowly, tenderly, begins to move inside me.
"Let go and do what you feel. You won't hurt me, and you won't crush me, Beau. I can take whatever you want to give me," I say.
The look of love pierces my heart.
With a short grunt, Beau pumps into me, sending sparks of pleasure again.
Watching me carefully, gauging my reaction, he thrusts again and again.
"You feel so good. Keep going," I say.
Beau makes a mess of the bed, taking me hard, over and over, with such perfect friction that I feel another release building from deep within me.
I urge him onward, my nails digging into his back, my mouth leaving nipping kisses on his chest and shoulders.
He comes and comes hard, with his face buried in my neck. The feel of his loud cry against my skin is enough to unravel me. I come with him still buried in me, moaning his name.
He goes quiet but moves slowly, wringing out all of my release.
When I finally stop twitching, he rolls over and tucks me against his side.
I trace a finger over the ridges of his chest, his stomach. "I guess all we need to do now is buy a dress," I say, smiling.
