Page 45 of Laugh

Grazing my fingers along his and threading them together, I share my thoughts. “I was just thinking about how no one tells you what this feels like, having someone’s weight against your body. It’s like everything disappears and I really like that I can only see you right now.”

He hums in thought. “It’s like nothing else, that’s for sure.” Beau’s fingers tighten against mine and a serious look comes over his face. “I’m going to start kissing you now, so–”

“Condoms!” I blurt out before I even register the thoughts of using protection entering my brain. “That’s something we should discuss, right?”

“Fuck. Right. We should probably talk about that.” He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and shifts like he’s going to move away from me, but I stop him.

“Don’t move. I like our bubble.”

His eyes soften and he settles back down and lifts a hand to brush a lock of hair from my face. “I normally use protection and haven’t been intimate since my last physical. Are you on any kind of birth control?”

My cheeks heat, which is silly because these are things weshouldtalk about. Adulting is serious business. “Yeah, I have been for a while.”

The smirk that lifts the corner of his mouth is sexy as hell, but I’m not sure what I said has him smiling. “Well then, happy girl. What would you prefer to do? I’ve got one in my wallet that I can grab.”

Chewing on my lip, I debate internally as quick as possible. Everyone always says it’s important to always protect yourself, but I also really want to know exactly what this is going to feel like. Thewholeexperience and all that. Plus, I have no doubt that he’s being truthful with me.

“Is it bad that I’d rather not use one?”

His hand slipping behind my back to unclasp my bra is all the answer I need. Dipping his head down, he brushes his lips across mine, slightly sore from how hard I was chewing on it. Then he slants his mouth and draws me into nothingness where the only thing I can think about is how he tastes and the feel of his tongue.

The moment he frees my hands to stroke my skin, mine are reaching, desperate to touch any part of him I can.His skin is soft, but firm under my fingers tips as I explore the ridges of his muscles, bunching together at every spot I touch. He feels like strength.

I’m completely lost to him and the feel of our bodies as they slide together, trying to get closer and meld into one. Every path his hands take, tingles follow until my whole body is singing with nerves firing. It’s like every part of my body is connected, all paths leading directly between my legs. I can’t stop myself from shifting against his cock that’s pressed firmly against me.

We’re both breathing heavily until I feel his hand slip to the band of my underwear resting low below my stomach. I freeze, my eyes widening slightly, knowing this is the moment where things really change between us. He searches my eyes for a sign that he can go further. Shifting my hips up, I give him silent permission. His gaze stays locked on mine as he dips his fingers under the fabric. I cry out softly against his mouth when he just barely grazes my clit, already drenched with my arousal.

Hunger flashes through his eyes as he watches me while he does it again, and again, each time pressing more firmly and dipping lower toward my opening. My hands are resting low on his hips, and I dig my nails in when, on his next pass, he slides a finger inside me. The feeling is indescribable, like all the goosebumps and shivers and tingles shoot to the spot right inside of me where he’s settled.

“Nooo,” falls from my lips as his finger slides out slowly. I’m panicked that he’s pulling away from me. It’s short-lived when he pushes it back in, quicker than before.

Running his lips over the edge of my jaw, he reassures me. “I’ve got you, Happy.”

My hands slide everywhere on his body, not sure where I need to hold on to him as he nips and sucks across the sensitive skin of my neck and collarbone. His fingers don’t slow down, driving into me, pulling more wetness by the second.This time, when his lips find mine again, there’s a new urgent need as our tongues battle and bodies grind against each other.

I’m not sure when I decide, but I grab the boxers he’s still wearing and try to shove them down his hips. Growling in frustration when I realize my arms are too short, he laughs and drags his finger from my body slowly as he backs away from me.

Tilting his head toward my own sparse clothing I’m still wearing, he orders, “Take them off,” as he quickly removes his own.

There’s no embarrassment on my part as I quickly toss my bra hanging from my arms off the bed and wiggle out of my panties. I’m sure it’s not graceful, but I can’t think hard enough to make it provocative. I’m also certain that Beau doesn’t care either.

Both of us now fully divested of our clothes, there’s no hesitation as we reach for each other and find the intensity hasn’t fizzled out. Now that my breasts are bare, his tongue immediately runs down the center of my chest as he works his way over to my peaked nipples. Sucking the first one into his mouth, he presses his cock against my pussy again and begins a slow thrust between my soaked lips. His tongue flicks against the sensitive tip, desire rising higher with each pass.

My fingers thread into his hair and hold him to my chest as he moves his mouth to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first. I can barely focus on how good it feels when all I can think about is the head of his cock and shaft sliding back and forth over my clit. Bolts of pleasure make me shudder with every pass. I’m sure the sounds escaping my lips are growing louder as he continues to move against me, his hands stroking over my sides.

His movements speed up until his tip nestles against my opening and when he tilts his hips to move again, this time it slides a fraction inside of me. Beau’s tongue pauses, his warm breath fanning over the wetness he’s left behind.

I crack my eyes open, only to find him already looking at me. Laying a sweet kiss to my nipple, he lifts his body up to rest his chest against mine without pulling his hips back from where he’s resting just inside of me. Holding his weight up on his elbows, he uses both hands to cup my face to run his thumbs softly against my cheeks.

“I’m going to do it quick to get the painful part over with. Do you trust me?” His eyes don’t move away from mine when I give him a small nod of permission.

Kissing me slowly for a moment, he watches my face as he pushes his way into me. Concern wrinkles his brow when I wince at the pinch of pain as he breaks through my virginity. Beau pauses when I clench my muscles, afraid of him moving both deeper and pulling out. I need him to stay right where he is becausefuck,that hurts more than I thought it would.

Dropping kisses all over my face, he continues stroking his thumbs, every now and then reaching up to wipe away a tear that frees itself from my eyes.

“S-sorry. I’m okay. It just hurt a little more than I thought it would.” My words come out raspy and slightly wobbly.

His smile makes me feel better about my reaction. “Don’t apologize. I’m sorry I hurt you. We’re not in any hurry, so we’ll take as long as you need, alright?”

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