She collapsed forward, trembling all over, and I eased her off me with shaking hands.
“I can’t even move,” she panted, sprawling out beside me on her stomach, lips swollen and red.
I kissed her shoulder, the top of her spine. I was already sitting up, following her movements—unbuttoning my pants to slide them off my hips. “You don’t have to.”
She looked up at me, staying in that position—her ass round and perfect, her pussy glistening with arousal between her thighs. I knelt behind her, running my hands up and down her thighs, over her ass.
“You want me to fuck you from behind, baby?” I asked.
Noelle nodded…hesitant at first, then more confident. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Like that night in the woods.”
I gave her a half-smile as I held her hips, pulling her up onto her knees. My cock dragged through her folds, Noelle moaning softly. “You liked that?”
She nodded again, a blush spreading up her cheeks. “I want you to talk to me that way again, too. Like…like you’re gonna marry me. Like you’re gonna put a baby in me. Like you love me.”
My hands flexed hard around her hips, and for a second I couldn’t breathe.
Becausefuck.
That was everything. The way she said it—barely more than a whisper, but full of want, full of something that cut right through all the shit we’d danced around. All the what-ifs and maybes and too-soons.
She wanted it.
She wantedme.
And I’d never wanted anything more than to give her all of it.
I leaned over her, dragging my mouth along the curve of her shoulder, letting the head of my cock notch right where she was slick, hot, waiting.
“Idolove you,” I whispered. “More than I should. More than I know how to say.”
She trembled beneath me.
“And yeah, baby,” I rasped. “I’m gonna marry you. Gonna put a ring on your finger and tattoo your fuckin’ name on my soul.”
I pushed in slow, groaning as I filled her inch by inch. She gasped, braced herself tighter, and I gave her a second to breathe—just a second—before I was moving again, fucking her deep and steady, holding nothing back.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, Noelle,” I gasped. “Fuck…fuck, I love you. Give you anything you ask for, every drop, every dream…every future you ever even halfway thought you might want.”
Her body clenched around me when I said it—tight and desperate—and fuck, I felt that everywhere.
I gripped her hips, moved deeper. Slower. Let her feel all of it.
“You want it?” I panted. “Want me to fill you up, baby?”
“Yes—yes, Beau—please?—”
“Yeah, that’s it,” I breathed, eyes locked on the way she was taking me, the obscene way my cock vanished inside her clenching, dripping pussy. “You want my cum? Want me to give you everything I got?”
She moaned so loud I had to bite my own lip to keep from falling apart right then and there.
I leaned over her back, pressed my hand to her stomach. “Right here,” I whispered against her ear. “I want it to take. I want it to stick.”
She whimpered—needy and raw—and pushed back against me like she couldn’t get close enough.
“You’d be so pretty,” I rasped. “All round and glowing, lettin’ me take care of you. Feed you, rub your back, fuck you slow when you’re achy.”
Her walls fluttered around me, and I nearly lost it.
