His lips moved against mine and I felt his dick swell in my grip.
“Can you taste yourself on me?” he asked, never breaking the contact of our kiss.
“Yes,” I answered, licking him again.
“Good,” he growled into my mouth as he rose up and moved over me, pushing my legs apart with his knees. He lowered himself down until his face was so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His eyes were filled with a hungry intensity that caused my still pulsating inner walls to clench with anticipation. They were still spasming as he pushed himself into me with a powerful, electric thrust.
My legs and arms sprang up to wrap around him and I cried out, burying my face in his neck. His hand moved to my hip and he tilted my body up. “So deep,” he gritted out as he pushed even farther inside of me.
“Yes,” I whimpered against him as my fingers gripped his shoulders. “So deep. Please don’t stop.”
He moved his hips in a hypnotic rhythm, lulling me with a steady stream of sensation that reminded me of ocean waves. His chest was pressed to mine, and I could feel the beat of his heart, like a pounding drum, in perfect time with mine.
Our bodies worked together in perfect syncopation. My hips rising up to meet his thrusts, keeping up with him instinctually as he sped up and built the intensity. Our heartbeats sped up together, too, right along with our motion.
I could feel the steadily rising build of an orgasm starting up deep within me, and I wondered if he was mirroring me there, as well. My inner walls clamped down on him as I anticipated him coming, buried deep inside me, my arms and legs holding him close to me as I came apart at the same time, and his arms held me just as tight.
He was close, but I sensed he wasn’t quite there yet. I determined not to let myself come until I felt him start. To take that as my signal to send myself over the edge. I only hoped I had enough will and fortitude to resist what my body was screaming at me, by now, to surrender to.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. Beau thrust into me a handful more times, powerfully, before he stayed inside me, unmoving except for the waves of clenching muscles I felt in his back, underneath my palms.
When I felt him tense beneath my touch, I did the opposite. I relaxed my body, opened myself up, let the orgasm flow through me. As soon as I did, it hit me like a tidal wave and every muscle in my body clenched right back up again.
I clung to Beau. He clung to me. We trembled together but were both stronger than we’d ever been. I felt connected to him in a way that I’d never even imagined was possible, as if tangible cords of love were springing up around us and tying us together, anchoring my heart to his and vice versa, for always. It was the single most beautiful moment of my life, and the fact that I now knew that it was only the first of many made it even more special.
I wasn’t exactly sure what life had in store for me, but with Beau by my side, I couldn’t wait to find out.
Chapter 34
Beau
“A good marriage is like a casserole. Only the ones making it really know what goes into it.”
~ Barbara-Jean Nelson
12 WEEKS LATER
I couldn’t think of a more beautiful day to get married. The only thing that could make this day perfect would be if I was the groom and Sasha was the bride.
One month ago, I’d had a proposal planned and ready to execute. Nothing “cheesy” because I knew that wasn’t what she wanted. She’d told me that she didn’t want any attention on her when I got down on one knee. No witnesses at all. I’d bent that rule a little when I recruited Dug to participate in it by tying a balloon to his collar (in honor of Up) with the ring attached on the string and getting into position to ask Sasha in the privacy of our backyard.
Right before I called her to come outside, she shouted my name. I heard the panic in her voice, and I rushed inside to find her standing in the hallway holding a plastic wand with two pink lines in the center.
“You’re pregnant?” I