Page 106 of Always Beth
‘Holy Christ, James.’
Moving backwards, I slide from the bed, taking her with me until her legs are dangling from the edge. Rising up to her elbows, she looks down at me and bites hard on her bottom lip in anticipation. As I’m about to drop my head she catches my chin, bringing my gaze back to meet her.
‘I’ve had too many months of mental foreplay thinking about this. I need you inside me now.’
Standing, I slide the tip of my cock between the black lace opening, and she’s not wrong, she’s wetter than ever and as I inch inside her, it feels like heaven. We both let out a steady breath as our bodies meet fully and as I slowly withdraw to sink straight back inside, her skin ripples underneath my touch.
‘Inside you is the only place I want to be, Beth,’ I force out between thrusts.
She gasps, her body rising to meet mine, grinding herself firmly against me in search of her release.
‘Too good, this is too…good.’ Her cry reverberates around the bedroom and I feel myself getting close to the edge from the sound of her voice alone.
‘Beth, I’m so—’
Fuck. She shudders repeatedly around me, gripping onto my body with a force stronger than I’ve felt in a long time. I groan as I follow her rapidly into my own climax, trying to support myself above her as my arms threaten to give way from the strength of my orgasm.
It seems like forever until our heavy breathing settles and as I collapse down next to her, the sensation of her hand travelling up along my thigh awakens my cock once more. It was only a few hours ago that she arrived here, as angry as the day we met. Now look at us. I knew we’d find a way back.
‘You came here today angry,’ I mumble into the softness of her loose waves. ‘Yet, you still brought crotchless underwear.’
She stills in the crook of my arm and turns her head sheepishly. ‘I err wanted to be prepared.’
‘Just as well it worked out then.’ I chuckle, pulling her in tighter. She swats me playfully, dropping her hand back down to my waiting erection and it’s all the encouragement I need.
‘Again?’ I grin.
‘Again,’ she whispers.
* * *
As I switch one cup out for another on the coffee machine, I can’t stop the smile spreading from ear to ear. This past week has been heavenly. It’s been hard to go to work every day, but knowing that they’re here when I come home fills me with joy. I didn’t realise anything was missing, until they completed me. Tomorrow they go back to the cottage and I’m dreading it.
Placing the cup gingerly on the bedside cabinet, I brush Beth’s hair back from her face as I perch on the end of the bed. Having spread herself out across my half, it makes the idea of leaving that little bit harder.
‘Beth, sweetheart, I’m going.’ Placing a solitary kiss against her temple, she stirs and reaches straight for my unsuspecting cock.
‘Don’t go. Stay. Love me,’ she murmurs.
My breath catches as she rolls on to her back, dropping the covers to reveal her naked body. Flashbacks of last night run through my mind, of her straddling me, riding me to within an inch of my life, taking her orgasm from my body in a raw and unrelenting fashion. I swallow hard and close my eyes as I remove her hand from the strain against my suit trousers. ‘I do love you.’
‘I know you do, but intimately, love me intimately. Now.’ She pulls at my tie and I inwardly curse.Why did I end my career break?
‘Beth, one of us needs to have some self-control and this morning that’s me. Your coffee is on the side and Lorena has had a bottle.’
Reaching up, she skims her hand across my cheek, allowing her fingers to dance across my lips. ‘You’re too good to be true.’
‘I won’t be good later. After having to suffer this all day.’ I point to my erection as I stand and readjust my trousers.
Pushing herself up against the headboard, she reaches out for her coffee and a wicked smile passes her lips. ‘What will you do to me later?’
‘You’ll have to wait and find out.’
Her giggle follows me as I wander through the apartment and as I grab my keys from the coffee table, I take one last look around the kitchen – where the sides were once empty and uncluttered, they’re now full with every baby contraption known to mankind, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Five o’clock can’t come soon enough.
Beth
I’ve been staring at my phone for what seems like an age. The envelope symbol has been taunting me and I know that once I click open, that will be the end of the matter. Knowing James was returning to work, to his one true calling, only reminded me of the career I left behind and I owe it to myself to prove I still have what it takes. After navigating an interview via Zoom in between expressing milk and changing nappies, whilst James was at the office, is enough reason alone to give me the job. Not that it’s any grounds for hiring a freelance political content writer.
