A Bullet Never Lies(Closed for Courage)

Irene shivered at Beau’s husky groan. She knew he was close to cumming by the way he thrust a little harder, his hand gripping her hip and pulling her back against him with urgency. She moaned, her fingers curling in the pillow beneath her head as she felt her body building up for something amazing.

“Now, Beau. NOW!” She gasped, her pussy clamping down on his cock yet again as he wrung another orgasm from her sensitive body.

She felt her belly clench tight, her hips bucking back against Beau as the hand she hand on his hip dug into his flesh tightly. She whimpered, moaning with each breath that she released as her orgasm made her sing.
 
Beau groaned as he felt her pussy clamp down on him. He thrust into her hard, releasing his seed deep into her, thrusting with each spurt. He gently bit down on her shoulder, just hard enough to drive her even deeper into the throes of passion.

"Oh god," he groaned, feeling his orgasm finally starting to die down. It had been more intense than any he had had recently. He was always amazing at what she could do to him.

He stroked her side softly, helping her come back to him, as her body seemed to finally relax. He loved the way she looked, her hair awry, sweat covering her body, and yet looking as lovely, and sexy, as ever. He knew he was an extremely lucky man for having her as his wife, even if they met and were ready to kill each other at the time.
 
The feel of his hot seed bursting into of her body had Irene gasping. Then he bit down on her shoulder and drove her wild, a long moan drawn from her lips as he groaned against her ear. She sighed in contentment and drifted in the sea of orgasmic bliss.

When she finally came to her senses, Irene felt his hand drifting down her side, stroking her skin until she opened her eyes and slowly relaxed. “That was amazing.” She murmured, turning her head slightly to look into his eyes.

She slowly reached up and touch his cheek, his beard scratching her finger tips as she smiled at him and giggled in the aftermath of such an amazing orgasm. Tipping her head upwards, she pressed her lips to his, sighing as she claimed his lips in a gentle and consuming kiss.

She took his hand and placed it on her belly, helping him to caress her bump. She loved the feeling of his warm palm caressing the growing bump. She sighed happily, the kiss ended as she simply stared up into his eyes.
 
"And how are you feeling?" he asked, the smile evident in his words as he softly rubbed her belly. He could never get enough of knowing that their child was slowly but steadily growing within her. It had become a big turn-on for him to know she was pregnant with his child.

He continued to kiss along her shoulder and neck, nuzzling against her skin. Her taste was amazing, and he never seemed to get enough of her. He inwardly shrugged and went back to letting his lips run across her skin.

He groaned softly as his cock slowly slipped out of her. His hand made its way down to her pussy, softly rubbing their mess along her lips, letting the light friction stimulate her.
 
“I’m feeling wonderful.” Irene sighed as he rubbed her belly and kissed along her shoulders and neck, his nose nuzzling against her damp skin. “You always make me feel wonderful, Beau.”

She shivered as his cock slipped free from her body, his hand slowly making its way to her pussy. The moment his fingers started to rub their combined juices into her skin, she let out another little moan.

“Baby, if you keep that up, I’ll be making an even bigger mess.” Irene purred, turning her head to nuzzle against his cheek. She playfully nipped at his chin, smiling as her lips came into contact with his yet again.
 
Beau smiled and then looked at Irene. "Would that be such a bad thing? I'm doing laundry tomorrow, and have always enjoyed cleaning your juices up," he said, a twinkle in his eyes. He did love the way she tasted, and had never had a problem showing it.

He smiled and waited for her to see what she said, as well as to tease her a bit more. He wouldn't start something, but he loved to watch her body squirm slightly.

He nuzzled against her neck and then nipped at her ear, enjoying the purrs that were issuing from her throat due to his ministrations.
 
Beau knew exactly what it took to get her going. She went from calm and cool to panting and moaning in a matter of moments. She squirmed in his arms, her nipples hard and aching as his fingers continued to tease her in a gentle rhythm.

“Oh, sweetheart, yes.” She purred as he nipped her ear, his nose nuzzling against her neck and his beard scratching her skin.

She curled her toes, her body trembling as another orgasm started to build low in her belly. She whimpered as she tried to contain it, her body trembling in his arms as his fingers took her towards heaven again.
 
Beau slowly backed his fingers off, letting her come back from the edge. "What would you like this time?" he asked, wanting to give her that one last orgasm before she was too tired to continue.

His fingers came up to his mouth, where he casually cleaned them, tasting only her. He smiled at that, knowing she was extremely turned on and ready to go.

He kissed behind her ear, wondering what it would be. He wasn't sure, but had a faint idea of what she might want. He decided to see though, before jumping the gun, so to speak.
 
Irene was panting as he pulled his fingers away from her pussy, licking them clean as he asked what she wanted this time. She couldn’t even form the words to ask for what she wanted. She just whimpered, rolling onto her back after she felt him kiss her ear.

Spreading her legs under his gaze, she ran her hands over her aching breasts and over the bump of her belly before she settled them deep into her wet folds. She moaned softly, her eyes locking onto his as her fingers played with her clit, massaging the weeping folds.

“I just want you, Beau. In anyway you’ll have me.” She gasped, her hips already starting to move as her fingers massaged and teased her throbbing pearl.
 
Beau smiled before sliding over her body. He trailed kisses down her body, sucking and licking her nipples as he worked his way past them. He placed kisses all over her stomach, while teasingly running his tongue along her belly button. He loved the way it made her whimper with pleasure.

He finally moved her hands out of the way as he licked along her outer lips, tasting her. She tasted amazing, sweet and yet tangy. He worked his way around her clit, running his tongue through her lips, collecting as much of her juices as he could.

He finally let his tongue reach her clit, before placing his lips around it, gently sucking on it and running his tongue around it. His fingers trailed along her legs until they reached her pussy. He slowly pushed two fingers into her, letting her feel every movement as they sank into her.

He curled his fingers, trying to find the that special spot of hers. When he located it, his tongue started to really work over her clit, trying to drive her over the edge with a passion. He was waiting for the explosion her orgasm would bring her.
 
Irene was lost in the kisses that Beau was peppering along her skin. He worshipped her breasts, sucking and kissing her nipples before he passed on to her belly. He ran his tongue over her belly button and she whimpered, squirming as he pushed her hands out of his way.

She let out a whine as he licked her pussy, a broad stroke of his tongue making her spread her thighs wider to give him complete and total access to the object of his hunting. When he touched her clit, the moment was electric and her hips bucked off the bed, a moan escaping her lips.

“Oh, baby…” She murmured, her hands clenching in the sheets tightly as he slid two fingers deep into her body, curling them until he touched that special spot deep inside of her. “Fuck! Beau!”

Her thighs trembled as he started to flick his tongue over her clit, his rough fingers stroking against her g-spot as he strove to milk an enormous orgasm from her. She clenched her eyes shut, gasping to air as her heart hammered in her chest. Then she exploded.

A cry issued from her lips that was half animal, half human. She bucked hard against his lips and hands, her thighs clenching on his head as stars burst behind her eyes. If she had ever been lost before in an orgasm, she certainly was now.
 
Beau clamped his lips down, trying to capture all of her juices. He tried to keep up, doing a pretty good job of it as he was able to lap up most of her juices. His fingers still strummed along her walls, trying to prolong the pleasure.

He used his free hand to tease her back door, knowing that it would also help prolong the pleasure. He was slowly trying to milk the orgasm for all it was worth.

His tongue continued to tickle her clit, taking turns lapping her juices up, and then teasing her clit some more. He was really enjoying the sounds she was making, even though her thighs were trying to crush his head. It was a small price to pay for seeing the woman he loved in this much pleasure.
 
Irene was a whimpering mess, her mind swirling as he continued to prolong the orgasm that was pulsing through her body. She twisted her head from side to side, gasping for air as she felt his fingers pressing against her bottom, stroking her rosebud until she swore she was about to die.

“Beau…” She sobbed, tears of pleasure starting to course down her cheeks as she finally loosened her hand from the sheets and took a hold of his hair, trying to pull him away from the sensitive flesh that was still trembling and quaking.
 
Beau followed the full, sliding along her body. He knew when it was too much, and it was close to that line. He finally slid to where she wanted, greeting her with a kiss. He propped himself up on his elbows, his hands softly caressing her cheeks as he waited for her to relax again.

When she was finally relaxed, he smiled and kissed her softly. "I think that one might have finished both of us," he said with a smile. nuzzling against her neck, sighing happily. He hadn't ever gotten this much satisfaction from giving another pleasure, but he was amazingly content with her pleasure.
 
Irene whimpered in response as Beau pulled away and caressed her cheeks. As she slowly came down from the high she'd been riding, she stared up at her husband with a very sated expression. She smiled lazily and nuzzle back against him, rolling to her side as she waited for him to snuggle against her. She was tired, exhausted and incredibly happy.
 
Beau readily complied, sliding against his wife and wrapping his arms around her. He had found out that when he slept like this, he was never haunted by nightmares like be used to get. He also woke up with a smile and the consistent feeling of a morning erection pressing against his wife's wonderful butt. He sighed happily with these thoughts, content with his life, and finally feeling secure in his upcoming role as a father. He knew everything would be alright as his eyes closed and he slipped off to sleep holding the woman who had turned his life around for the better.
 
The next morning dawned grey and cold. Irene let out a little sight as her eyes opened and she took in a fresh blanket of snow outside their window. She wasn’t looking forward to going to the café that morning, but she knew she had to. It was nearing payday and she needed to get some work done before then.

She gently slid from Beau’s arms, stretching as she sat on the edge of the bed. Moving into the bathroom, she relieved herself and then took a shower, washing away her aches and pains from the evening before. Once she was finished, she dried her long, thick hair, admiring how it seemed even glossier in the light.

A thick sweater and a pair of jeans finished her ensemble. She’d put on her snow boots and thick coat before she left, but first she wanted to get some breakfast. Walking back into the bedroom, she smiled at how peaceful Beau was sleeping away in their cozy bed. Leaning over the covers, she kissed his cheek and gave him a smile as his eyes opened.

“I’m going to cook some breakfast. Want some before I leave?”
 
"I'm driving you into town," Beau said, his tone showing he wasn't taking any arguments. It made sense, especially since his truck had the plow hooked up. He knew that he'd have to be running errands, so figured that would be the safest way to do things when snow came.

He slid out of bed, not bothering with his normal boxer-briefs. He slid into jeans and a sweatshirt, before sliding socks on as well. He stood up and stretched. He heard his back pop before he sighed happily. He smiled before wiping his stubble.

"Breakfast? How about whatever you want," he said before stepping forward and wrapping his lovely wife in a hug, kissing the top of her head softly.
 
“Beau, I’m capable of driving myself.” Irene said, pouting slightly as Beau insisted on taking her to town himself.

She sighed softly as he slid out of bed and pulled on his jeans and a sweatshirt, getting ready for a day out and about. She managed a small little smile as he wrapped her up in his arms, kissing the top of her head.

“French toast?” She asked him, wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling up against his warm chest. “And some orange juice?”
 
Beau smiled and said, "That sounds wonderful, sweetheart. I know you can drive yourself, but this way I can clear the drive, and run the errands I need to run before tonight." He squeezed her softly, happy to be holding her.

Beau took her hand and slowly made his way to the kitchen. He opened the blinds, loving the look of the mountains with a fresh coat of powder. "This is beautiful country, isn't it?" he asked Irene.

He stoked the fire, piling on a few new logs, letting the den warm up for the rest of the day. He needed the fire to keep going until he was back from running errands, mostly shopping and picking up some more winter clothes.
 
“Well, if you’re going out with your truck, go by Myra’s store and pick up the rocking chair I’ve been wanting.” She said with a grin as she followed him into the den as he got the fire going again to keep the house warm while they were out. “The one that we looked at last week.”

She moved into the kitchen, pulling out the items that they needed for French toast before she moved out of the way to let Beau cook. She walked into the mud room and grabbed her boots, pulling them on as she waited for breakfast to be done.
 
Beau just shook his head and chuckled. He had wanted the rocker to be a surprise, but his wife rarely missed a step on him. He also knew that she probably suspected that was what he was going to get. He just sighed and realized that was just one of the small things he loved about Irene.

He moved about the kitchen with a concentrated energy, seeming to take no time before he was pulling french toast off the skillet. "Breakfast is up!" he hollered, setting the cooked toast on a plate and putting some more to be cooked on the skillet. He poured two glasses of orange juice and then set the table before pulling the rest of the toast off and setting them on the plate.

He smiled, loving his new family life. He was also thinking about that recliner he was going to get as well. He knew that when it came down to it though, he would end up in the rocker, and his wife in the recliner. She seemed to love the overstuffed furniture that he bought.
 
Irene sat down at the kitchen table to a plate piled high with French toast. She smiled at Beau and laughed softly. Her husband was a sweet man, one that did anything to keep her comfortable. It was almost too much at times, but she most definitely enjoyed the thought and attention.

She ate the sugary breakfast with a smile on her face, practically moaning at the wonderful food that he had put time and effort into. A sip of his fresh squeezed over juice definitely put a nice little cap on breakfast. When she had eaten her fill, she pushed her plate away and sat back with a sigh, her hand caressing over her belly as she watched him finish up as well.

“I would never have thought three months ago that we would be sitting here, enjoying a nice little breakfast in a nice little house.” She said, giving him a sad little smile. “It almost feels like a dream.”
 
"I know what you mean. It is a dream come true, and I'm happy that we are finally where we want to be, and seem to be meant to be," Beau said, taking her hand. "It's going to stay that way too. There won't be anything that takes it away from us either, so it's not a dream."

Beau smiled and cleared the table, happy that they were where they were. They had a family, one that was growing soon, and a house and lives that they wanted to have last. He couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be.

"Okay, so we have shopping to do after you get to work. Is there anything we need while I'm out, aside from your rocker?" he asked, wanting to make sure they got everything they'd need in case a winter storm struck.
 
“I can’t think of anything else.” She said softly as she stood and took her plate to the sink. “Maybe some groceries in case we get any more snow.”

Placing her plate in the water to soak, she moved back into the mud room to get her scarf and gloves. Pulling them on, she pulled her hat on and then waited for Beau to get the truck started and warm.
 
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