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Stella didn’t like the feeling of insecurity, so in many instances where she did feel it, she would disregard the feeling to the best of her ability. But when Beau quelled those insecurities, even if she didn’t want to show it, a smile bloomed on her face. She would never admit to feel insecure in their relationship, but it was hard not to when it felt too good to be true. “Then I want to go,” she told him, one hundred percent truthfully, as well. She kissed her fingers before pressing it to the spot on his arm where she hit him, as if he was in serious pain and that would fix it. “You’re never quiet,” she argued, shaking her head. “Well, let’s not let your sister see anything. I don’t want her to tattle to your parents.”

Stella gave a little laugh before saying, “Well, I would think you like it considering half of the clothes I wear are yours,” she reasoned. Stella thought his suggestion over. The smallest of pangs in her heart made itself known, only because if Isabella were still here, Stella knew she’d be stealing clothes from her to wear. But Izzie wasn’t here, so their neighbor would have to fill in–Not that Stella didn’t appreciate Cora, it was just hard knowing she was almost a substitute for the older sister Stella had lost. “I’ll snag a few of her dresses and send her a text when we’re already on our way there,” she planned, letting out a little laugh. Her arms wrapped around him, giving a squeeze before trying to pull him from the couch. “C’mon, let’s start packing now.”

Beau tried to hide the nerves that accompanied the idea of not only seeing his family again, but having Stella see his family too. He didn’t want to make a face that concerned Stella, so he tried to look down instead. Mocking offense, Beau rolled his eyes, insisting, “You’re never quiet either!” Beau laughed at her then shrugged, “What’s the worst that could happen? They send us home? They stop giving me money? Oh, wait...” He joked, because both he and his parents knew that sending him home was no punishment, but he tried to forget the blackmail his father was holding over him that could serve as an actual punishment. And that punishment would be way worse than normal punishment given out by parents.

“I do have a good fashion sense,” Beau joked, but only partially, as a good bit of his clothes he bought with his parents’ money was designer. Beau was still getting used to not being able to buy any expensive article on a whim, having spent a lot of his free time previously online shopping for things he didn’t need and sometimes didn’t even really want. “Oh, grab some condoms from her cabinet too while you’re over there so we don’t run out at my parents,” he said, completely serious. He gave her a pout as she tried to get him to move, “We don’t need to pack now. We have plenty of time.”

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“Are you sure you really want me to go?” Stella asked in response, almost feeling like Beau’s multiple questions on the topic was implying he was having second-guesses about taking her. Maybe, it hurt a little bit, but she couldn’t really blame him. She was exactly the opposite of what his parents, or entire family, would want. Her expression changed to a smirk after his teasing, though, and she shoved him in the arm. “Oh, I’m the loud one?” She asked with raised eyebrows, obviously mockingly. “I think you need to give yourself that advice,” she suggested, sniggering after. “However, I would hate to scar your sister like that, so I’ll try to keep it down.”

Stella pretended to be offended by the comments, hand laying over her chest in mock hurt. “I hope you’re not trying to imply my fashion sense is inappropriate.” As if half her clothes weren’t filled with holes and tighter than necessary. Beau did definitely have a point, though. If she was going to meet his family, she might as well try not to appear so out of place, even if she really was. “Uh, well, I don’t really own anything ‘fancy,” she finally responded seriously, biting her lip. It seemed to make much more sense for her not to go, even if she really wished to. “I don’t even own one nice thing; I don’t know how I would find stuff to wear the entire time we’re there.”

Beau raised his brow in response to Stella’s question, concerned that she believed what she had asked. “Yes, of course I want you to go. I mean, I don;t want either of us to go, but if I’m going to have to sit through hell, you’d better be with me,” he assured her, hoping she understood his hesitancy was only in relation to his parents, not her. “Ouch!” he joked when she shoved him, always pretending she hurt him more than she actually did. “I can be quiet when I want to be. I just don’t usually want to be,” he defended, although even at his quietest, he really wasn’t all that quiet. “I think she’s seen more than she’d like to admit,” he said with a quick grimace. He’d had suspicions of things Monica had accidentally witnessed, even if she’d never confirmed those suspicions before.

“I love your inappropriate fashion sense, I’m just doubtful that my grandma would too,” he teased her. Not that his grandma approved of much of anything. Even Beau’s nicest suits, if from the wrong designers, weren’t approved of by her. “You could just steal clothes from Cora. She won’t notice they’re missing. Or at least if she does, we’ll already be in Nevada when she does,” he suggested. They stole a lot of their stuff from Cora, and while Beau was very sure Cora knew about all of it, she only ever confronted them about the things they didn’t return for a longer than usual period of time. Missing clothes for a week would be nothing compared to what they’d “borrowed” in the past.

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Stella didn’t think she would ever understand politics. Or rather, she did understand it, just not why people would want to dedicate their lives to a superficial and corrupted system. She didn’t really know what to expect; she had certainly never been to a gathering this fancy, and from what Beau was describing, it sounded like a lot more people than she was used to would be there. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to go. Because even with the risk of feeling like shit if someone made a negative comment, it was worth it to learn more about Beau. To see the world he grew up in, and understand him just a little bit more. She never did get bored of learning every thing she could about her boyfriend. “I’m wounded,” she replied in a deadpan tone, before turning more serious as he pulled her down next to him.

“But…I do want to go,” she declared, truthfully. As much as it terrified her to meet his family, she was honestly a bit curious about them as well. Could they truly be as bad as Beau made them out to be? “Besides, I think I’d die if I didn’t get to watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade with you,” she joked, finding it easier to cover up her nerves with humor than to confide in him about them. It was nothing against Beau, as God knew he was the person she was most open with, but that didn’t change the fact that she was completely uncomfortable with the idea of being weak in front of anyone. “Besides, this way instead of being stuck around a bunch of old people, you can find a closet with me,” she enticed, voice joking, but there was nothing funny about her proposition.

“Are you sure you really want to go?” Beau asked again. He wanted to make sure, just in case something did go wrong, like it was bound to, he didn’t want to feel like he had dragged her into the situation unwillingly. “Yeah it would kinda suck to be away from you that long,” he said, which was the truth. He didn’t like the idea of being with his parents again for any period of time, but especially being without Stella would make it even more painful. He laughed at her last comment, but Beau knew it wasn’t as easy as made out to be in movies. Especially when his parents expected that type of behaviour from him and had a personal conviction towards preventing it. “You’ll have to be quieter than usual, then,” he teased her, “Can’t give my parents any suspicions to send Monica up to ‘check on us’.” He spoke from experience.

“Do you even have the right clothes for this? Because you can’t wear my clothes in front of my family and I doubt any of your clothes would be appropriate,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he imagined the response any of Stella’s usual wardrobe would evoke. “This whole ordeal is a formal event. Not just the dinner. You’ll see.” Beau hated the way he was forced to dress around his parents. Nice pants and nice shirts with collars and buttons. How torturous. But there would be a few nice things about returning home. Good food, for one, as well as his car(s) and the sweet pleasure of reveling in his father’s sour loss.

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It was a bit relieving to know Beau didn’t find her opening the of the mail snooping. Stella had been in her fair share of controlling relationships where any small unconsented to breach of privacy turned into an argument. But Beau didn’t have anything he intended on hiding from her, at least that she could assume, and it showed in the way he was unbothered by sharing personal things with her. She peered over his shoulder as he flipped the envelope over in his hands, practically inspecting the way he reacted to it.

She had never seen such a fancy and formal invitation to Thanksgiving, considering it was just a stupid family holiday, not even one of the more popular ones. Her family had never gone out of their way to throw an extravagant Thanksgiving, usually just her mom picking up a precooked turkey from the grocery store and heating up premade mashed potatoes in the microwave. Thanksgiving was a fun holiday, until last year’s when it was just her and her mom. It didn’t seem to be much fun without Isabelle, that or they were just more aware of her lack of presence when it came to the holiday.

“Seems pretty fancy for ‘just Thanksgiving,’” she commented as he pulled out the invitation. All that for a holiday that came around every year? The invitation itself looked like it cost more than her whole meal. “He has to make up for his loss in an all-out Thanksgiving meal? Oh, the fragile masculinity,” she mocked, already knowing Beau wouldn’t be offended by the comment. She bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth, before finally asking, “They want to meet…me?” It was no secret that Stella didn’t enjoy showing any vulnerability, so while the question stemmed from insecurity she tried not to let it show, hoping Beau wouldn’t know her enough to see through it (which was stupid hope). It wasn’t that she didn’t want to meet his parents, but she could already envision their reactions. She was nowhere close to the type of girl they wanted for their son, and she didn’t have to meet them in person to find that out. There were already a lot of days where she felt like she wasn’t good enough for him, like he deserved so much more than she could ever give, and his parents’ disapproval only seemed to further prove that, at least in her mind. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Beau laughed a little at her comment. It was true, after all. “Well, he’s got to schmooze people that expected him to win and gave him money to do so. Not to mention he’s unemployed now and has to find some other position he can be appointed to,” he mumbled, looking over the invitation details closer. Beau knew that was how the game was played and he’d been witness to it his whole life, but that didn’t mean he supported it. Watching the corrupt method of how his father was exactly why Beau practically worshiped Bernie Sanders. Beau knew Stella well enough to know that she was going to be a little uncomfortable with the idea of meeting Beau’s parents. Anyone with half a brain would be, knowing how judgmental they were. “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings when I say this, but I don’t think they want to meet you. They just know I won’t go without you,” he explained, reaching up to grab her hand and pull her down beside him on the couch.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I have to go, but you don’t have to,” he reminded her, his head resting against her shoulder, “I mean.. they’re not going to like you. But only because they’re terrible people who only like people who are as terrible as they are.” It would be interesting, to say the least, to have his entire family, as well as many old influential rich white guys, all meet Stella over Thanksgiving, but he didn’t want Stella to be discouraged when they responded negatively. There hadn’t been a Heck family thanksgiving as long as Beau had been alive without some kind of drama, most recently involving either the revelation of his father having an affair or Beau bringing someone unsavory home. He didn’t want to go without her, but he didn’t want to risk his parents saying something offensive towards her either.

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With a huff, Stella sorted through the mail she had just grabbed from their apartment’s mailbox on the main floor. As she ascended the steps, she flipped through the envelopes, sighing with every bill she came across. The last on the stack was what caught her attention most though, an unusually thick envelope. But the most interesting, or distressing, aspect of the envelope was the return address, bold letters showing her boyfriend’s parents names.

Whatever was in it was really not for her to open. And yet, knowing Beau’s relationship with his parents, she couldn’t help but feel a bit worried about it. What if it was something bad? Surely if it was, she would be able to break it to him better than whatever they sent. Despite her better judgement, she tore the envelope’s top corner, sneaking a peek in the package right before she walked through the door of their apartment.

Stella certainly didn’t expect to see that two plane tickets were what was making the package so thick. As she finally walked in, she called out, almost questioningly, “Hey, babe?” She hadn’t pulled anything out of the envelope, instead presenting it to him, and its torn condition. “Please don’t be mad, but I was…curious.” That certainly sounded awful. “I mean, worried.” It sounded pathetic, but at least it was the truth.

Usually when Stella went to get the mail, there was never anything interesting. Occasionally there’d be a random catalog for things they’d never want or be able to buy and he’d spend the next hour or so writing a scathing email to the publisher about the destruction their wasteful marketing was causing for the environment. So to hear Stella’s voice call out for him, somewhat nervous sounding even, it was very out of the ordinary. He looked up at her from his spot on the couch, pushing aside the game of solitare he was playing on his laptop to take the envelope from her. “I don’t care if you read my mail,” Beau commented, hardly looking over the paper before noticing the family crest on the back. Those pompous motherfuckers.

Beau had been expecting this letter for some time now. Thanksgiving was an important holiday to his family for the purpose of appearances. Growing up, Beau felt like there were always more unknown white politicians in his home for dinner than actual family members. Beau was secretly hoping they’d let him stay in Seattle this time, but he knew it was part of the contract he had been blackmailed into. At least they’d have good food instead of whatever Beau and Stella could attempt to cook on their own.

He was surprised, however, to see the two plane tickets instead of one. He had mentioned Stella to his father’s lawyer a while ago, but not in the most civil of ways. He figured his parents would ignore his request to bring his plus one but for once, they gave in to him. More likely than not, they stupidly thought she’d be someone they (and the media) would approve of. “It’s just thanksgiving,” he told her, pulling out the formal invitation, “Probably going to be more over-the-top than usual since my dad lost the election.”

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Stella knew exactly what he wanted, but that didn’t mean she was about to give it to him. Call her kinky, (many did), but there were few things she loved more than hearing a man beg, especially when it came to sex. As her tongue stopped flicking so she could swirl it around his tip, she refused to take him deeper in her mouth, even as he moaned her name, sounding the slightest bit frustrated. She couldn’t help but watch with enjoyment the way his eyes fluttered shut out of pleasure. Part of her wanted to go the extra mile just because she still felt guilty over the things she had said during their fight. Part of her worried that Beau didn’t truly forgive her, that he may hold those things against her. And even though it made no logical sense, she thought maybe if she could show him how much he mattered to her during sex, then he wouldn’t.

While one hand gently gripped his erection, the other moved down his thigh, nails raking against the sensitive skin to drive him just a little more nuts. After his almost pleading, she took his length deeper in her mouth, just for a few moments sucking before she removed her mouth, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. “I wanna hear you beg for it,” she commanded. She absolutely loved being bossy in bed, but more than that, she knew Beau loved when she was bossy in bed as well, at least when he wasn’t the one being bossy. “Tell me exactly how badly you need me,” she cooed, her lips placing a soft kiss achingly close to where he really wanted her mouth.

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Beau was a switch if there ever was one- but only with Stella did he truly thrive off of being dominated. It was something he was particular about, and Stella had been the first to figure out the right way to do it, the right way to touch him, the right way to leave him completely under her control- and enjoying it. He knew she wasn’t going to give in so quickly, especially not after he hadn’t done so for her. And even though he felt like he was going to simply explode if she continued to tease him, being right where he wanted her but not close enough, he still savoured the feeling, the torture, she was giving him.

His hand knotted in her hair as her fingers dragged down his leg, the slight sting only culminating into a sensory experience that was pushing him further and further. He let out a desperate moan of relief as she finally moved deeper, but his pleasure was soon interrupted as she moved away, causing him to whimper slightly, opening his eyes to look down at her. Although her demand should’ve only frustrated him, chills ran down his spine and he couldn’t help but play with her in return. He looked down on her with big, pleading eyes, releasing his grip on her hair and instead brushing it off her forehead, “Baby,” he said, repeating dramatically, “Baby, please baby.” He even gave her a pout before she moved to kiss his skin again. He did need her. He needed sexually, clearly, but he also just needed her in his life. He’d learned that more than anything after their argument. The fight only confirmed something he had always thought: there would be nothing worse than losing her. “I need you, I need you,” he told her, his hand moving towards the back of her head, “I need you more than anything in this world. More than air in my lungs, more than drugs in my veins. Baby, I need you.”

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Stella’s eyes were half-lidded, eyes dark with lust, as the pleasure continued to race through her body. That was, until Beau removed his fingers, a whine falling from her mouth as she wanted anything but for to stop. But she knew what he was doing, that putting off the climax would only make it more enjoyable. As he brings his hands to her face, she can feel her own wetness still sticking to his fingers, the only fabric left on her body now soaked. She absolutely loved the way he spoke when they were intimate, how demanding he was being at the moment. Before Beau, she preferred to be in control of all sexual situations. But only with him, she gave up some of that power, loving the back-and-forth and give-and-take of their intimacy. Plus, she never had to worry about whether or not she was going to orgasm when it came to him–he took care of that amazingly well.

Before she got onto her knees, she had to push forward, catching his lips with hers in a searing kiss. Afterwards, she did as she was told, a rare occurrence for Stella, dropping to her knees as she finally finished unzipping his pants, licking her lips as she did so. It was no secret from anyone how much enjoyed giving blowjobs, even more so to Beau. The ways he reacted, how much pleasure and enjoyment she was able to give him, she absolutely loved it. As she pulled his pants and boxers over his hips, she pressed a kiss to the skin below his navel, her mouth trailing south. But she wasn’t about to give him everything, she had to tease him just as he had done to her, no matter how badly she wanted to wrap her lips around him. Lightly, she gave the softest of kisses to the tip, before she took the tip in her mouth, sucking before her tongue flicked over the slit of the tip. She continued to make eye contact with him, only increasing the intimacy, but also so she could watch his reactions. She still continued to only suck the head, wanting to leave him on edge, almost waiting for him to beg as she gave a moan around his head, knowing the vibrations would drive him crazy.

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Beau felt a little bad as she whined, but felt a sort of sick pleasure at the same time knowing what a hold he had on her, feeling like she needed him. Her arousal not only turning him on, but making him feel loved, too. It was the irony of their relationship, in which everyone always said your relationship shouldn’t be based around sex, but sex was what brought them together, gave them an outlet to show how strong their love was, not just say it. Sex never made Beau feel loved before, in fact it often led him feeling empty, but it was a completely different experience with Stella, an experience he didn’t even know was possible.

He loved the way she kissed him, how even in the heat of the moment she couldn’t stay away from him. And even just a kiss from her could set him on edge, leaving his lips tingling. He exhaled in relief as his boxers and pants were finally pushed away, freeing his erection. Beau's hands found their way to her hair as soon as she started to kiss down his waist, twirling the strands through his fingers, knowing very well that she would take the opportunity to take control again, but he would let her for the pleasure that accompanied it. “Stella...” he moaned as she started to tease him, partly in frustration and partly in pleasure. He was quickly becoming more anxious, waiting for her to continue further. He loved the eye contact, the intimacy associated with it, how personal she made it. He knew he wasn’t just another dick to her, he was more than that to her. But he couldn’t keep his eyes open for long before they fluttered shut in pleasure, spurred on by the vibrations she was sending up his length. “Stella, more,” he insisted, less demanding as before and slowly becoming more pleading in tone.

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Stella’s mind was barely capable of having a concrete thought, her brain buzzing with pleasure as the action of his fingers sent currents of electricity up and down her spine. She had never been treated with such care, not intimately, but especially when it had to do with sex. Most of the guys she had been with were only interested in penetration or getting sucked off, and if they had to do something for solely the pleasure of her, they did it while complaining the whole time. But Beau never once whined when it came to these things, instead focusing on bringing her to orgasm without even being asked to.

Which was why while Stella found everything about Beau physically attractive-from his messy curls to his tattooed skin to his calloused hands-she was pretty sure her orgasms wouldn’t be half as intense if the immense love she felt for him wasn’t there. It made everything that much more exciting, that much more special. As his mouth found the sensitive skin behind her ear, she gave a silent gasp, arms pulling him closer to her, squeezing him tighter, nails digging into him harder. The combined feeling of his his teeth scraped across her skin and his fingers between her legs left her breathless, chest heaving as her heart beat wildly, growing faster as his rhythmic fingering did. “Oh, baby,” she repeated, not even in the state of mind to be able to make a comeback. Her voice was raspy, embarrassingly higher than usual. Her hips jerked again at a particular rough pump, and she moaned again, this time louder. “You love bad girls,” she defended, after moments of trying to control herself enough to respond.

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He loved the way she clung to him, like a very sexual hug, almost, but even non-sexual hugs from Stella always comforted him. Hugging was one of those things that Beau never really did. As a kid, his parents were never actually the ones parenting, and a hug from the nanny would just be odd. He never hugged his brothers and sisters either, he was always the one they picked on growing up, and still do. And in past relationships intimacy was about sex only, but with Stella, Beau was content to sit in her arms. At least, most of the time he was, but this situation was different and he needed to be a little bit closer.

He could practically feel her heart beating as their chests were brought together. He always knew he had her under his spell when she moaned like that, loud enough to wake the neighbours sleeping next door, and he hoped they did. He hoped they’d make enough noise to remind all of Vegas how much he loved her, that they weren’t nearly through with their relationship yet, no matter what they thought of them during the party. He knew she was getting closer, and while Beau wasn’t a fan of orgasm denial, getting too much joy in making her orgasm, Beau was a tease, and he knew stopping now would only increase her orgasm tenfold later. Treacherously slow, he pulled away his fingers, placing both hands on her face to look at her. “I do love bad girls, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to let you get away with that,” he told her raising an eyebrow as he moved his hands to her shoulders, starting to push down, commanding simply, “On your knees.” It wasn’t really much of a punishment, even if he was phrasing it that way. For whatever reason, Beau didn’t understand (but was grateful for nonetheless), Stella enjoyed sucking dick, and he wouldn’t have acted so forcefully if she didn’t. But they both enjoyed being the bossy one during sex, and as much as Beau was enjoying himself now, he was looking forward to her turn, too.

#nsfw #kinky fuckers #send them to church

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Stella was not pleased as her hands were pushed away. Sex was always a battle of who was in charge between the two of them, not because either one of them was selfish with their intimacy, but actually the opposite. Both of them were so focused on giving the other as much pleasure as possible, that they both always wanted to be in control. Which was why she wasn’t about to give in to him completely. She managed to mumble her reply of “I’m not good at taking turns,” but before her hands could return to what they were doing, his was moving south. A gasp escaped her lips as his fingers entered her panties, one of her hands moving to grip his shoulder as she felt her legs turn to putty as his fingers slid between her folds, the smallest of moans leaving her mouth as she couldn’t control keeping it in.

He knew just the way to play her, just how to give her too much and not enough all at the same time. Her nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers finally entered her, so painstakingly slow, and her hips bucked forward as they slid back in a second time. “Baby,” she finally said, her mind unable to form a more complex sentence, or even thought. The only thing that filled her brain was Beau, how much she loved him, how much she needed him, sexually at that moment, but also just needed him in her life in general. Her hand that wasn’t on his shoulder was curling in his hair, pulling on his strands harder and harder every time his fingers entered her again. But even as she was complete putty in his hands, she didn’t want to give up, didn’t want to hog all the pleasure. The horrible things she had said to him not even twenty four hours ago were still repeating in her head, and she desperately wanted him to know how she didn’t mean any of it; she was just hurt. So she used all the focus she had left to run her hand that was on his shoulder down his bare chest, once again returning to open the pesky zipper, her hand attempting to reach into his pants and wrap around his length, if he would let her.

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Beau knew Stella wouldn’t be too happy as he refused to let her take control, he typically wasn’t either when she did the same, but he’d let her.. next round. I wasn’t that he didn’t want Stella to be in charge, he loved when she bossed him around, when she dominated him, but he just wanted to be first, at least for today anyway. He smirked as he was able to evoke such a strong reaction from her, her light moans only stroking his ego, one of the parts of sex he shamelessly enjoyed, and he only went faster, harder, wanting to drive her crazy, all for him.

Beau was mad for her. He could get so caught up in her facial expressions, her moans, the way her nails dug into his skin, the sharp pain always further exciting him. Beau’s lips found their way behind her ear, nibbling at the skin before mumbling, “Mm, what was that?” He loved to hear her call him baby, to remind him that he wasn’t fucking strangers anymore, he was fucking someone that loved him. And love made you do crazy things, like find more pleasure from your girlfriend’s orgasm than your own. He needed her to know that she was important to him, that he was going to put her first from now on, that he’d never leave her guessing what she meant to him like he did that night. He loved her hands in his hair, a gruff groan escaping his throat the harder she pulled on his curls, but he kept his lips against her neck, biting as sucking as he refused to stop the increasing speed of his fingers between her legs. The other hand moved to swat hers away as he felt her reaching into his pants again. “You’re a bad girl, Stella Maxwell,” he chided her, although he wasn’t surprised at her persistence.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stella replied after his warning of playing him, even though they both knew exactly how she was doing. She continued to subtly stretch her body in front of him, giving him quite the view until he finally rushed to her, giving her exactly what she wanted. She loved how she could see the way she affected him, as if the lust he felt for her was somehow proportionally to how much he loved her. Maybe with others, it was accurate, but she was pretty sure the way her and Beau treated sex was not the same most couples did. It was just another activity to show how much love their was between. She fucked many people before, but none of them fucked her with the intimacy Beau did.

In his arms, mostly naked, and in close proximity to Beau was all she wanted. As his fingers trailed down her body, she bit her lip, his fingers leaving a trail of sparks down her midsection and erupting a fire between her legs. She wanted to feel his hands on every part of her body, bring him as close to her as possible. As much as she was working on turning him on, driving him mad, he was able to make her putty in his hands with just two simple fingers. “I am clever,” she responded. “But maybe you’re just too good at this game.” She couldn’t handle the banter anymore, practically ruining her own game of going slowly as she closed the small space between their mouths, hungrily kissing him. Her hands ran down his chest before she couldn’t help but palm his erection through his pants, wanting to feel how much he wanted her. But it wasn’t long before the amount of layers separating them, and her hands immediately unhooked the button of his pants, attacking the zipper next as her mouth moved against his, tongue flicking against his bottom lip.

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Beau would be the first to admit that in all honestly, he was just a horny guy, but that didn’t make sex with Stella any less special. It was still different, still left his mind blank, his knees week, even just from thinking about her. There was no doubt in his mind that she was the best he’d ever had, and he was sure their feelings for each other had something to do with it. They were so comfortable with each other, they could read exactly what each other wanted, and neither of them were ashamed in asking for something else. Unlike with other girls he’d had in the past, Beau wasn’t focusing on his own orgasm, instead he always aimed to put Stella first, and he found that in return, she did the same for him.

Beau loved the way Stella knew her way around his body, how pleasing her hands felt as his dick hardened, but he wanted to win. He wanted to be in charge this time and he knew he couldn’t let Stella manipulate him like that if he wanted to do so- he’d be left under her control. He pushed his hands away from his pants, breaking their kiss to mumble, “You’ll have your turn. It’s my turn right now.” He had made his plan, his plan to make her weak for him, completely subject to him. His fingers returned to their place on her torso, running along the waistband of her panties before sliding inside, rubbing roughly between her folds, touching her the way he knew she liked to be touched, before those two fingers found their way inside her, pumping in and out, slowly at first.

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Stella loved how low his voice got when he was turned on, how sexy the husky tone of his voice was. “Yeah? Then why don’t you show me how dirty you can be,” she taunted, as if she hadn’t known already. That was the thing with being intimate with Beau; she never got tired of it. Of course she had heard of couples getting bored with each other sexually and she would be lying if she said she didn’t end relationships in the past because of repetitive sex. But every time Beau touched her, the same heat, the same rush, erupted inside of her and she could never think of anything but how badly she wanted him.

She loved how absolutely attentive he was to her, how his eyes were nowhere but on her. It was a complete contradiction from hours earlier where she believed she wasn’t on his mind at all, a thought that hurt her more than she’d like to admit. She knew he was trying to keep it together, or at least act like it, and she was honestly pretty impressed at how he was controlling himself. If he had been teasing her like this, she probably would have tackled him already. She couldn’t deny the smile that adorned her face as he complimented her. No one made her feel beautiful like he could, no compliment seemed as genuine as the ones he gave her. She took one, two, achingly slow steps back towards him, fingers playing with the waistband of her panties, but not removing them. She wanted to push him all the way to the edge, so close that he’d have no choice but to let his lust for her take over.

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They were both well aware of the dance they always played, the fight for who would be dominant, at least for the first round anyway. “Oh, I’ll show you,” he smirked, starting to plan exactly what he would do, exactly how he would touch her body, as soon as he could get his hands on her again. Besides, it was their first makeup sex so it had to be special. Beau hoped it would be their last makeup sex too. Not because he didn’t want to make up with her again, that part was fine, he just hoped they’d never need to make up again, that they’d never fight like that again. It was very lofty hope, especially considering they were both stubborn and very opinionated, always butting heads with almost everyone, yet, oddly enough, not usually each other.

Beau wasn’t going to let her doubt him again. He was going to convince her she made the right choice, that forgiving him was the best decision. And, of course, he was going to do that through sex. Most people would tell him that was unhealthy, to base so much of their relationship on sex, but it really wasn’t. Their relationship was based on a lot of other things, namely, how crazy head-over-heels in love with her he was, but sex was just how they expressed that. And so far they’d had no issues with that method. “Don’t play me like that, Stella,” Beau said, shaking his head, but a wide grin stayed on his face nonetheless. If Stella wanted to go slowly, she should’ve tied him down first, because it wasn’t long before he couldn’t control himself any longer and he sprung from where he sat, taking her in his arms with an aggressive motion, pressing his forehead to hers. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he asked, breathing the words on her lips as he slowly dragged two fingers down the center of her body, “Two can play this game, you know.”

#this took so long im so sorry haha #nsfw