Holding nothing back.
This—coming with Bea, our bodies in sync, our eyes wide open, nothing between us—this is unlike anything I knew could exist in the world.
I’ve discovered my life’s purpose, and her name is Beatrice Best.
Giving her pleasure. Shielding her from pain. Laughing with her.
Loving her.
Her eyes drift nearly shut as one last shudder racks her body, and then she’s sinking against me, face in my neck, arms looped about my ribs. “Oh my god, Simon,” she whispers.
The last of my own release trembles away, and I find myself panting hard as well as I lower both of us onto the table.
“I—” I start, but I don’t know how to finish.
How does one saythank you for giving my life meaning and my soul a place to belong?
I suppose exactly like that.
But not now.
Not when it could be swept away later as a post-orgasmic high.
She twists her neck to press a kiss to my collarbone.
I squeeze her as tightly as my satiated limbs will allow, then smile.
“Satiated,” I murmur.
Her soft giggle is every reward I’ve never known I needed. “Thank you.”
“My utter pleasure.”
31
NATURALLY…
Bea
Simon’s bodyis my new favorite wonder of the world.
I love learning everything about it.
Like that he’s highly ticklish for a few minutes after sex. That he’s genetically blessed, and that and some running and push-ups are all he claims it takes to keep his flat abs and biteable pecs and shoulders. That his penis is absolutely perfect.
It’s bigger than I expected when I finally see it in the light. Not circumcised. Silky smooth and thick and beautiful.
And highly effective.
He’s playing with my fingers as we cuddle on the table, my hand resting on his chest, my head too, listening to his heartbeat. “Your favorite movie is…Honeymoon for One?” he guesses.
We’re at least a dozen questions deep in a game oflet me guess things about you, and it’s so perfect and serene and comfortable, I never want to leave.
I furrow my brow. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that movie.”
“Razzle Dazzle flick. Quite good. Features a studly young British man who aims a volleyball incorrectly and is rather an arse about it, hitting a lovely woman, thus setting up the plot for Jonas Rutherford’s character to come to her rescue.”
“You think my favorite movie of all time is a made-for-TV Razzle Dazzle flick that you had a minor role in?”
