Page 60 of Beautiful Life
“Fuck,” he mutters and I feel his hands come to my thighs and move up my hips to help me move as he thrusts up at the same time.
“Oh,” I gasp and have to lean forward putting a hand to his chest to hold myself up as I come quick for a second time. All I can do is press down hard on him as he thrusts into me three more times before pulling my hips down when he comes. I collapse to his chest where he nuzzles the side of my face while his hand is cupping the other side.
We lay here connected and let our breathing even out. I feel his lips come to my ear where he breathes, “Love you, gem.”
Again, I don’t say anything but acknowledge him silently like I always do when he tells me he loves me, this time squeezing him tight.
“There’ll never be anything better than this. Ever,” he keeps on.
“Tone.” I breathe into the side of this neck.
“Never.”
There he goes again, giving to me beyond measure. And here I go, taking everything from him, unable to give back. I know how I feel about him but I can’t make myself express it. Hating myself for not being able tell him how I feel or even what it means that he’s given me everything by actions and words.
But just as my heart is warring with my head, I hear an excited single, “Ruff!” coming from elsewhere in the house.
Tony stills immediately, then presses up into me one more time while I giggle.
We’ve had Finny for two days.
Finny is fun. Finny is energetic. Finny is lovable. And Finny is an early riser.
“Shit,” Tony mutters into my hair.
“Maybe we woke him.”
Tony grins up at me, “If one of us woke him up, it was you.”
“Tony!” I lightly slapping his arm for good measure. “You’re the one that talks. I’m pretty sure it was you who woke him up.”
Tony loses his grin and his eyebrows rise in question, “I talk?”
“Ruff!”
“Well, yeah. You talk. I like it, but you do talk.”
“I talk,” he repeats.
“Mm-hmm.”
He rolls me in the bed quickly, never losing our connection and his eyebrows go from raised to frowning as he tips his head to glare at me. “I don’t talk.”
“I didn’t say I don’t like it. I do. I was just making the point it could be you who woke up Finny. I’m not the only one making noise,” I defend myself. I mean, I really can’t help it, he’s the one making me make the noises.
“Ruff!”
“Whatever,” he says. He leans down and kisses me. “I’ve gotta get rid of this condom. I’ll let him out, you can stay here. We don’t have to be at the airport for another three hours.”
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll go to the doctor this week, get a prescription so I can start birth control again after my next period.”
“Ruff, ruff!”
Tony pulls out of me and kisses me quick. “Don’t do that.”
This time my eyebrows go up in surprise, but he’s already on his way to the bathroom. He doesn’t want me to be on birth control? What guy wouldn’t want the woman he’s sleeping with to be on birth control? I thought most guys wouldn’t want to mess with condoms if they didn’t have to.
Tony walks out of the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else, so I call, “What do you mean, ‘don’t do that?’”
