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She smiles at me, looking every bit like her mother, and says, “The princess story!”
Piper
Lying here in bed without any clothes on brings a wave of negative thoughts through my head. What does he see when he looks at me like this? Is it still the same woman he fell in love with? Or does he wish I still looked like her?
He’s told me plenty of times since I had Josie that I’m beautiful, but what if it’s something he thinks he has to say?
I shake my head, silently cursing myself for all the negative thoughts running through my mind — but that’s what happens when I go down the rabbit hole of comments. It’s been three years since I had Josie, yet I still come across the occasional comment talking about the weight I packed on and it only makes me want to cover myself up in moments like this.
Beau would hate that thought. I think. I’m not sure what he would hate or love anymore, not when my mind can only think about all the wrong things. Before I can get too far into my mind, Beau pushes the door open slowly, and his eyes lock onto my body spread out on the bed for him.
He smirks as he steps into the room, his eyes not moving from my frame as he discards his clothes onto the floor, hovering his naked body over mine once he gets on the bed. “God, you’re beautiful.”
The tears sting the back of my eyes and I try my best to blink them away. He seems to notice, because he frowns and brings a hand to my face, then presses his lips tenderly to mine. “Be here with me, Piper. Live in this moment. Right now. Don’t think about anything else. Let me show you how much I love you.”
I nod into the darkness and bring my arms above my head, letting him have free reign over my body for the moment. His lips burn a hot trail down my neck until he reaches the curve of my breasts, then his tongue darts out to lick my nipples. I arch my back into him, wanting more, but he continues his trek down until he comes to my waist.
His fingers dig into the soft flesh as he presses another soft kiss to the parts of my stomach I hate the most — the stretch marks. A lot of people can appreciate the beauty of them, knowing they brought life into this world, but I only see a flaw that I wish I didn’t have. Beau though? This is when he makes me feel like it may not matter, that it’s all in my head.
The way he touches me each and every night, savoring the way my body looks laying across the bed, it’s like he wants to commit each moment to memory. It doesn’t matter how often we do this, he treats it as if it’s the first time all over again. When his tongue flattens against my clit, I part my lips and let out a strangled moan while rocking my hips into his face.
His grip tightens around my waist and I let him take over until I’m coming down from the edge, his name sneaking past my lips in a whisper so as not to wake Josie.
Like usual, he lifts from his spot between my legs and pulls himself between them, his dick teasing my entrance. I rock my hips, opening myself up for him as he pushes slowly inside of me, my eyes closing at the sensation of being filled completely by him.
It’s electrifying, consuming every part of me, filling me in the most sensual way, and this is the part that always makes me feel like I’m not flawed. Not to him, anyway. The way he brings his hands over my thighs, which have grown thicker since the pregnancy, or the way his other hand comes over my stomach which isn’t as flat as it used to be.
I’ve never had someone show me how perfect I am in this way. Where it really counts. I bring my hand to his head, threading my fingers through his thick strands, and pull his face down to mine. I’m falling all over again for this man as he slips his tongue between my parted lips, all while thrusting himself slowly in and out of me.
This is how it usually goes — we’ll start off slow, then go rougher once he knows I’m completely in the moment. It’s a routine and I’ve never once seen him get upset over it, he basks in this moment. Loving that he’s the one to make me feel better about myself.
When I pull our lips apart, he searches my eyes for the answer he needs, then he nods before changing his rhythm. The bed scratches against the floor as he pulls out, only to thrust back in, and my breaths become ragged. His tongue wraps around my nipples again, sucking and tugging on them with his teeth, and it only makes the pleasure coursing through me that much better.
I never thought that this would be my life, but I can’t help the happiness that courses through me every night when he walks through the door after work or in the morning when he’s standing at the stove without a shirt on, talking animatedly with our daughter while making us breakfast.
Beau is more than I could’ve ever imagined and he’s all mine. This all consuming love is mine to keep and that thought is what has his name falling from my lips again as he brings me to another sweet release, his moans following right along with me.
He rolls off me, gets his breathing under control, then curls onto his side and wraps his arm around my waist. The safest I’ve ever felt has always been in his arms, and that’s never going to change. I smile as my eyes slowly drift shut, our hearts beating in tandem with each other.
Forever has never felt so right.
THE END
