A Bullet Never Lies(Closed for Courage)

Irene saw the look in his eyes that told her he wasn’t interested in leaving their house all day. She laughed softly at his wink and then groaned as he thrust into her and ground against her clit. After whimpering in need that only he seemed able to raise in her, Irene leaned forward and kissed her husband with a passion of a woman in love.

Her lips clung sweetly to his, her fingers playing in his hair and tugging on it lightly before she parted from him and gave him a grin. “I suppose you might convince me to stay inside today…if you work hard enough that is…and promise me a nap this afternoon.”
 
Beau smiled and then looked at her, studying her for a minute. "Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you within the best of my abilities. You surprised me last night, and I want to see what all you want to try today," he said smiling.
 
“I just want a day alone with you, Beau.” She said in a heartfelt voice, smiling at him in the happiness that had been so rare just a few months ago. “No work to interfere, no one trying to call us. Just you and me in a blanket in front of the fire.”

In his arms was her favorite place to be and she knew that he would readily agree. Leaning towards his ear, she nibbled at the lobe with her teeth and laughed in a throaty way. “Who knows…I might be convinced to let you try my bottom again.”
 
Beau grinned before getting up and making his way to start a fire. He loved spending a lazy day watching movies and snuggled up in a blanket. He also knew that she loved it, and it had become a big weakness of his. She'd offer that, and he'd do quite a bit for it.

After the fire was going, he laid down on the couch, waiting for her to come join him. He smiled and held the blanket open, waiting for her to join him naked on the couch.
 
Irene was over the moon as Beau started a fire and she was soon sighing as she cuddled up next to him under the flannel blanket from the back of the couch. It was nice to just enjoy him and listen to the crackling of the flames.

“I never would have thought that my life could be this peaceful.” She said, glancing up at him as she smiled. “Just you, me, and our peanut. It’s a far cry from where I was a few months ago.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, nuzzling against his neck as she yawned softly and finally found her favorite place against his shoulder. She could doze like this all day, like a lazy cat in a sunbeam.
 
Beau smiled as he watched her drift off to sleep. He picked up a book, careful not to disturb her, as he placed his reading glasses on and started to read. He wasn't tired yet, and knew that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. Instead, he held Irene close while he read.

He shifted a few times, making sure to not disturb her, as he finished one book, and started another. One of the things he loved to do now that he had the time was read, and he was a voracious reader. He was tearing through a western series, and the fire was still going well, and his wife was asleep in his arms. He was truly happy how his life was shaping up.
 
Irene dozed off and on, her eyes opening sleepily from time to time to watch Beau reading. She had learned that her husband was a keen reader and she loved to surprise him with new novels from her bookstore. He seemed to enjoy the western series that she had brought home a few weeks ago and it put a happy smile on her face to know that he could find enjoyment in such simple things.

“I have the last in the series in my car.” She said after a few moments of silence. She didn’t even bother to move as they talked. “I forgot to bring it in last night.”
 
Beau chuckled. "It's staying in the car then. Not going to move from this spot. We will just have to wear me out," he said with a grin as he turned the page. He knew she'd nap on and off. The pregnancy had made her more tired throughout the day, and she frequently took naps. It was actually cute to him.

He smiled and then snuggled down a bit more, trying to keep her closer, before going back to reading. He felt her breathing steady out, before he knew she was asleep. He set his book down and closed his eyes, wanting to see if sleep took him.
 
It was just after noon when Irene finally woke, looking at the dying fire for a moment before she turned her eyes toward Beau. He had his eyes closed, his breathing even, but she never knew when he was truly asleep or not. She had learned long ago that he was very good at pretending, something that had probably saved his life a few times in his former profession.

She sighed softly and rested her head against his shoulder, looking around the room at all the pretty little things that made up their lives. Their house was new, gleaming with a shine that worked to chase away the shadows of her former life. Her husband certainly loved her, a far cry from the men that she had seduced and killed. And her child…

She had moments where the darkness would creep back in, all those dark little thoughts flooding back in until she felt like she’d drown in the undertow. It made her feel panicky and raw, all the kinds of things she fought so hard to get rid of.

As her pulse started to race and her hands felt clammy, she reached beneath the blanket and caressed her belly, murmuring to herself that everything was alright. “It’s alright. It’s alright.” She said over and over again, the soothing motion of her palm against her bump slowly making her relax yet again.
 
Beau could feel how anxious Irene was. He waited until she had soothed herself before sliding out of the blanket to keep the fire going for another several hours. He slid back in, pulling her on top of him and smiling.

"Are you okay now, or do I need to chase all those bad thoughts away with a mind-blowing orgasm?" he asked teasingly, although there was a slightly serious tone in his voice as his fingers trailed softly and slowly through her hair.
 
It was then she knew that he’d heard the entire thing. Irene didn’t have to hide things with Beau. He understood just as she understood him. He never made her feel bad about her episodes, just accepted them as they came and let her work things out for herself.

When he asked her if he needed to chase the bad thoughts away, it had half in jest, but as she turned her eyes towards his, she nodded. It was all she needed to do as he trailed his fingers through her hair.
 
Beau smiled and lay back. "Then use me as you need, my love," he said, knowing she would know best what to do. He trusted her that she wouldn't hurt herself or their child, but he didn't know exactly what she needed at these times.

He put a hand on her hips and waited, lightly running his fingers along her skin. He could feel the heat coming off of her, and loved how she always seemed warm to the touch, showing her truly warm nature.
 
As Beau lay back on the sofa, his hands resting on her hips, Irene straddled his hips. She moved the blanket out of the way, looking down at Beau’s erection waiting for her to do what she wanted.

“I love you, Beau. I hope that you know that.” She said as her fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling him towards her wet entrance as she slowly sank down on his stiff shaft. “Ooohhh…” She cooed as her body stretched perfectly around him.
 
Beau moaned softly, loving the feeling of her lips parting around his cock. He was always amazed at how tight she felt, even after they had sex marathons. He loved it and wouldn't want it any other way as he waited for her to take control.

He smiled and then winked. "Well, ride 'em cowgirl," he said, gently slapping her ass as he waited, trying to keep the mood fun and light.
 
Irene stared down at Beau as he smiled, winking at her before delivering a slap to her ass. The sound was sharp, echoing off the room around them and she actually gasped, her hips jerking in response as she laughed and prepared to give him the ride of his life.

“I think you’ve been reading too many westerns lately.” She said playfully, raising herself up and down on his stiff cock before flexing her hips as she truly rode her husband.
 
Beau couldn't exactly place it, but having her ride him was one of the most erotic things he had seen in his entire life. It was an amazing feeling watching his wife truly gain the pleasure she was after, and the bonus was that he gained pleasure as well!

"You look so fucking hot right now," he said softly, letting her know that he couldn't get enough of her, but also that he loved seeing her like this. He wanted her to be more care-free around him.
 
Irene moaned at her husband’s words. She loved it when he told her that she was sexy or hot. It gave her the confidence that she needed to get through the changes that her body was currently under going.

Planting her hands against Beau’s chest to provide herself support, she stared down into his handsome face and grinned. She rode him as best as she could, her hips flexing back and forth along his hard cock as she cooed and moaned.
 
Beau groaned as he felt what Irene was doing. His wife was amazing, and knew exactly how to manipulate her body to get what she wanted out of his. It seemed like she didn't even think about it anymore. He realized he was the same way though.

He started to buck his hips in time with her flexing, grinding against her clit as well. He wanted the both of them to be completely satisfied for the time being, and ready for the next round later to be even more exciting.
 
“Oh God, baby.” Irene moaned as Beau bucked his hips hard against hers, flexing and grinding against her clit with such precision that she was gasping with pleasure.

She was going to cum and it was going to be wonderful, but she wanted the ride to continue for a long as possible. Gritting her teeth, she growled as she fucked her husband harder, whimpering each time he brushed against her throbbing clit. She couldn’t hold out.

“Beau!” She screamed, her pleasure echoing off the walls of the living room as she came with a shudder around his cock.
 
Beau groaned. He thrust into her hard, his hips lifting from the bed as he came right after her. Her screaming his name had driven him over the edge. He hadn't realized that he liked it so much, but the other time she had had that scream ripped from her body, it drove him instantly more wild.

He looked up at her, panting for breath. "I...Love...You....You...Are....Amazing!" he said, taking a deep breath after each word to try to finally regain what she had knocked out of him.
 
Draping her body across his, Irene snuggled up against Beau’s warm buddy. She sighed softly, her eyes closing in the dreamy after glow of their love making. She grinned as he told her that he loved her and she was amazing.

“You’re not so bad yourself, baby.” She said softly, turning her eyes towards him and giving him the smile that she felt trying to burst forth.
 
Beau grinned as the smile spread across her face. He couldn't help it, but whenever she smiled he invariably always ended up smiling as well. Her smiles were very infectious, as those around her had also come to find out. It was one of the things that he thought helped her adapt so well now that they were out of the business.

His hands slowly made their way down her back as his started to knead her ass, grabbing a cheek firmly in each hand. He had a habit of doing this when she was lying on top of him. It wasn't so much that he was trying to get her going, but he absolutely loved her ass, and always liked to be able to have a hand on it when he could. He also knew she liked it, so he was killing two birds with one stone.
 
“Mmm…” Irene purred as Beau gripped and kneaded her bottom in his strong hands. She felt her belly rumble as she lay on her husband, her hunger making itself known as she looked at him and laughing softly.

“I think I’m going to go shower. Why don’t you order take out.” She suggested, stretching her neck until she could leisurely kiss her husband, a fire slowly building in her that she had long ago come to recognize as love. “Unless you wanted to get bundled up and go into town.”
 
Beau smiled and then grabbed a menu from a restaurant that he knew they both liked. He thought about it, then set it down before starting to prepare some comfort foods. He liked to make this stuff, as it was easy and quick.

He hummed to himself as he waited for the chicken strips to cook, and kept stirring the mac and cheese. He had grown up eating these, before things suddenly went downhill and he started with the life he had lived when he met with Irene.
 
Irene showered quickly before slipping into a comfortable pair of yoga pants and a thin tank top. She found that as her belly grew, her want of comfort also grew as well. It seemed that their little peanut was already ruling her life with an iron fist. She smiled at that thought as she pulled her wet hair up into a messy bun and made her way back into the kitchen.

Beau’s humming is what she noticed first, followed by the smells of food cooking on the stove. She knew he was in a good mood when he cooked his child hood favorites.

“Beau, you didn’t have to cook for me.” She said softly as she stepped into the kitchen, looking in the pot that he was stirring. “And I think this is the reason I’ve already gained 10 pounds.”

She smiled sweetly at him, kissing his cheek before she went to the table and had a seat, sighing as she propped her ankles up in the chair across the way.
 
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