“Do you trust me, Magnolia?” he asks.
“With my life,” I say confidently.
“Let me help you find her,” he says, brushing his lips across mine as he moves his hands to my waist.
“You better not make a joke about finding her inside of me,” I smile.
“I was going to say you need to relax in order to escape the demons, but I think I like that one better,” he laughs.
“How do you suppose you can help me relax?” I ask.
“Well, you have a few options,” he says as he moves me to lie on the bed and he settles between my legs. He has his hands on either side of my body. Beyond his positioning, he is hardly touching me. It is I who has my hands on his chest. I am letting instinct lead, and it’s brought me to lying under him with an urge to beg him for more.
“Oh?” I ask.
“We could meditate. We could try yoga. I could give you a massage,” he says.
“Or?”
“Or I can fuck you,” he says with a devious smile. “I can help you escape your mind while reminding you just how much I care about you. Understand that if you let me inside of you, Magnolia, you will be mine and I will spoil the shit out of you. I will show you all the love that you have been missing.”
“I’m not after anything materialistic, Beau,” I say. “Please don’t think I…”
“I know, sweetheart. I know that’s not what you are after. I think you would be content living in your car still, which is why I am so confident in this. We have a lot to learn about each other, and maybe it won’t work out. Maybe six months down the road, we will decide that we are better off as friends. I want you to have the reassurance that no matter what happens, I am here. I will not hurt you, no matter what you say or do. If you end up moving on to be with another man, I want you to go into it with confidence that you are deserving of love, and you never settle for the abuse that Chris gave you. All I have ever wanted to dowas make you happy, so I’m asking for a chance for you to put a little bit of your trust in my hands.”
“Okay,” I smile. “Help me escape.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a smile.
“I really need for you to quit being sweet for a moment and fuck me like it’s a punishment for running away,” I say.
“Oh, sweet Magnolia,” he says as he sits back. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Beau and I are driven by pure instinct as we get undressed. He is moving slightly faster than my anxiety is building, and I’m incredibly thankful for that. He moves down my body, gently kissing every scar and physical reminder of the abuse I endured. As long as I stay focused on his touch, I can relax.
“My sweet Magnolia,” he sings as he settles on the bed between my legs. I am nearly panting when he wraps his thick arms around my thighs. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look.”
“Beau,” I whimper softly. Something about the subtleness of his dominance is indicative that he is going to absolutely wreck me.
Instead of responding, he flicks his tongue across my clit. I gasp and arch off the bed, so he keeps doing it. “Oh my God,” I moan.
“I am your God now, Magnolia,” he says as he looks up at me from between my trembling thighs. “Now, pray for me.”
When he returns his mouth to my pussy, he starts sucking on my clit. I’m starting to come undone at the seams already, but this sends me headfirst over the edge. I twist my body, and he promptly rolls and pulls me on top of him. I grab hold of the headboard to keep myself steady as he wraps his arms tightly around my thighs to ensure that I cannot escape his mouth.
His wonderful fucking mouth. Christ, is this what I’ve missed out on for seven years? All my worries feel insignificant whenhe is making me feel this good. I can finally see the light, and it reminds me that it was always there. I just had to open my eyes and look for it. I am looking now, and all I see is Beau and his radiant soul drawing me in.
When my orgasm crashes over me, Beau rolls us back and hooks his arms behind my knees. He leans into my body, folding me in half. I’ve never been so excited to have my knees in my chest before. “Take a deep breath,” he says gently.
“Why do I…”
“Shhh. Take a deep breath, Magnolia,” he repeats softly. I nod and do what he tells me.
“Oh fuck,” I groan when he slowly fills me. This man is painfully large, and my body is struggling to adapt to his size.
“Christ, you are so fucking tight,” he grunts.
“Slow. Please, God. Slow,” I beg.
