Chapter 13 Bella #2
I rested my hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath my palms, and smiled against his lips.
Turned out, nothing was hotter than being wanted and understood.
His teeth grazed my throat lightly, a gentle nibble that sent sparks straight to my core. I gasped, arching toward him.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he rasped, voice husky. “On top of me, riding my cock.”
Holy shit. His mouth, his words.
“Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“Good,” I whispered, fingers tightening in his hair. “Really good.”
He hummed in approval and slid a hand up to cup my breast, teasing my nipple through the fabric. It hardened instantly under the friction, and I moaned softly.
“What about this?” he asked, rolling the peak between his fingers. “Do you want my hands here or lower?”
“Both,” I managed, breathless. “I liked your hands on my ass before, but that feels good, too.”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Mm, greedy girl.”
His eyes locked on mine as he tugged my bra strap down, exposing one nipple to the air. He blew cool breath over it, watching it pebble tighter. “I’ve been dreaming about tasting these gorgeous tits for months now.”
His other hand palmed my ass firmly, gripping the flesh as he pulled me closer against his lap. The pressure of his hard cock made me throb. He didn’t push, just held me there, making me squirm.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Heat flooded my cheeks even as I rocked subtly against him.
And then, because I knew he would appreciate it, and fuck did I crave his appreciation, I added, “I’ve thought about you touching me like this. About you . . . sucking on my nipples.”
“Oh, baby, be careful what you wish for.”
He closed his mouth over my exposed nipple and sucked. A sharp cry shot out of me when he bit down.
Nipple nibbler unlocked.
Bennett’s tongue swirled, teeth grazing just enough to sting before he soothed it with a slow lick. The sensation shot straight between my legs, and I rolled my hips, chasing the friction of his cock straining against his jeans.
Both of his hands dropped to my ass then, fingers digging in as he spread me slightly and guided me. Slow, deliberate rocks dragged the hard ridge of him right along my clit through the soaked lace.
“That’s it,” he murmured, switching to my neglected nipple and giving it the same treatment. Suck, bite, lick. Fuck. “Take what you need, Bella. Use me.”
I whimpered, hands fisting in his hair. The rough scrape of his stubble brushing my breasts sent sparks skittering up my spine.
That decided it. Bennett was never allowed to shave his face again.
Each roll of my hips earned a low growl from him. His thumbs traced the crease where thigh met ass, teasing dangerously close to where I was dripping for him, but never quite crossing that line.
I rode him hard and fast, grinding down against the massive cock threatening to break free of its denim constraints. But as incredible as he felt, something was still missing.
“I need more,” I squeezed out between breaths, frustration lacing my voice.
Bennett released my nipple with a wet pop. “Tell me.”
“I need something inside me, filling me.”
His jaw tightened, a hungry sound rumbling in his throat. “You want my fingers, baby? Stretching this tight, perfect pussy?”
I nodded frantically, too turned on to be embarrassed by his words. “Please. Yes.”
He didn’t make me wait.
One strong hand stayed on my ass, holding me steady against the ridge of his cock, while the other slid between us, fingers hooking through the soaked strip of my panties and drawing it to the side.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.”
His eyes locked on mine as he circled my clit. I rocked into his hand, chasing more, but he held me still with the grip on my ass.
“Easy,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. “Let me take care of you.”
He pressed one thick finger against my entrance, testing my readiness, letting me feel the promise of pleasure still to come.
Geez, how Dickensian.
The Ghost of Bella Still to Come.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said before sliding a finger inside, giving me time to adjust to the gentle stretch.
I was tight, but my slick heat eased the way. He sank in to the knuckle without protest.
“Good girl,” he praised, holding still while I clenched around him. “Just one for now, baby. Breathe.”
I exhaled shakily, nodding. And then, he started to move.
Shallow thrusts at first, curling slightly to stroke that sensitive spot inside while his thumb settled over my clit in firm, rhythmic circles.
The dual sensation lit me up like the Fourth of July, though something told me that Uncle Sam wouldn’t approve. I jerked involuntarily, grinding down on his finger and the hard length still trapped beneath me.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Want more?”
“God yes.” I gasped, head falling back.
A second finger joined the first, pushing in alongside it with a wet sound that made me clench harder. He scissored them gently at first, opening me up, stretching me wide.
“Still good?” he checked, slowing until I nodded frantically.
“Please.” I wasn’t above begging, “Don’t stop—”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he growled, fingers pumping deeper now.
Faster. The heel of his hand pressed against my mound with each drive, adding pressure while his thumb rubbed my swollen clit without mercy.
“Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful. Hear how wet you are for me?
This tight, little pussy is sucking me in like it never wants to let go. ”
I was lost, riding his hand shamelessly.
The room filled with the soft sounds of his fingers fucking me, my broken moans, his ragged breathing. His free hand held me open, tilting me back so he could drive even deeper.
“Come on, baby,” he rasped against my breast, teeth scraping skin before he sucked hard enough to leave a mark. “Let me feel you soak my hand, Arabella.”
Arabella.
Pleasure slammed through me, sharp and blinding.
I cried out, my entire body seizing as I came hard, walls pulsing around his fingers in tight, rhythmic waves. Slickness coated his hand and dripped down his wrist.
He worked me through it, fucking me with slower, deeper thrusts until I collapsed against his chest, trembling and breathless.
Only then did he ease his fingers out and bring them to his mouth, licking them clean with a low, satisfied hum. “So. Fucking. Sweet.”
His arms wrapped around me then, one hand stroking my back while the other cupped the nape of my neck, holding me close as I floated back down to Earth.
“You alright?” he whispered, lips brushing my temple.
I nodded weakly. Aftershocks rippled through me, little sparks that made my thighs twitch.
Fierce heat rushed to my cheeks.
Here I was, dripping all over his lap, no doubt staining his favorite pair of jeans, and he was still rock-hard, throbbing against my mound. He hadn’t even taken his shirt off.
“God, that was so—” I buried my face in his neck, unable to finish the sentence. “And you didn’t even—”
Bennett’s quiet laugh rumbled under my cheek. He tipped my chin up gently with two fingers, those fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Don’t be embarrassed about letting go like that,” he said softly, thumb brushing over my flushed skin. “Not with me. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.”
I bit my lip, still unsure. “But what about you?”
“Believe me, baby, that was for me.” The sincerity in his eyes melted the last of my embarrassment.
I exhaled, relaxing against him again.
“But just so you know,” he murmured, his smile turning a little wicked. “The next time you come, it’s going to be with my name on your lips.”