It’s different than before.
It’s...
I can’t describe it.
I can’t describe my feelings for Beau.
Or, maybe I can. Maybe I know how I feel about him. Maybe that’s the scary part.
Maybe that’s why he’s stopping too.
Because no matter what we’ve been feeling, this right now…it means something.
Beau moves so he’s right over me again, gaze fully on mine.
This time, I’m the one who smiles first.
That seems to be the rock in the calm waters.
The scarred man lowers himself to me, a kiss clasping us together. I don’t say his name as his hardness enters me, but I’m all but sane as he starts moving in and out. The slight pain is demolished by absolute pleasure. My legs wrap around his waist, his arm tightens our bare chests together. Beau fills me in a way that I swear I’ve never experienced before.
I moan.
He moans.
We pick up speed.
I’m getting close.
He’s getting close.
The world doesn’t exist.
Just him.
Just us.
I can’t stand it.
I can’t standnotto have it.
Hot waves of pleasure singe my every fiber.
We’re intertwined and coming apart all at once.
I break our kiss to call out his name.
I can’t think about the future. I can’t think about the danger, the uncertainty. Wondering what will happen if Guidry comes back. If we survive whatever it is that’s going on. If we don’t.
I can’t think about any of that.
I can only feel us.
And not even the rain can take that away from me now.
I’m happy,and that’s why waking up in a cold sweat with my mind racing sure is a kick to the pants.
Unlike the night before when I’m waking in a bed that isn’t mine and confused by it for a second, when the sleep clears from my head and I feel the weight of an arm and leg across me, my mind doesn’t hesitate.
