Chapter 19 – Sebastian #2
I can’t stop. I need her not just wet but absolutely drenched and on the brink of coming if I’m going to make this good for her. I fuck her with my tongue and my lips and even my teeth. Ravenous.
“Take off your blouse and bra.”
The top half of her twists about frantically, a tear of fabric, and the blouse is up and over her head. Her bra follows. My fingers catch on her skirt, pulling away so I can unzip it. Then she’s there. Naked. Bare for me. Fucking perfect.
Rising slowly, I take in every inch of her flesh, and once I’m standing, I spin her around and walk her to the bed, unable to remove my eyes from her.
I suck in a shaky breath as I lay her down, her dark hair fanned across my comforter, my hard cock already leaking in my briefs.
Never have I seen a more gorgeous woman. I doubt one exists.
And here she is, wanting me, giving herself to me.
Me.
How will I be able to contain myself when I’m inside her? It’s a real fear because I already know the heaven that is her body will eclipse everything once I’m consumed in it.
No longer able to resist, I rub myself through my slacks.
“It makes me hard as fuck knowing I’m the first man to ever taste you and even harder knowing I’m the first man to ever fuck you.”
And the last. I will be her first and her last. Her only.
“I’m on the pill.”
Jesus. “You sure?”
She nods, gulping. “Positive.”
Hell.
I strip down, loving how her eyes rove around me, eating up every muscle I’m composed of. She’s breathless, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, and there is no missing the flicker of nerves beneath her lust. The way I want to take her, own her forever…
My cock slaps against my abs as the last of my clothes hits the floor, and then I’m crawling on the bed, hovering over her, staring into her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, Bellamy,” I tell her.
“Thank you for giving me this piece of yourself. Tell me, promise you’ll tell me if you need me to stop or slow down or do something different.
I will try.” I cup her face in my hand and drag my thumb along her cheek.
“I will try to be gentle, but it’s been so long, and I’ve wanted you for so long, and I don’t know if I can be. ”
Her head bobs, her teeth still working her lip. My hand slides between us, my fingers playing with her clit, rubbing it in circles and swirling moisture all over. All the while I hold her gaze. Already knowing her eyes are the only place I will be looking when I slide inside her for the first time.
“Good?”
“Yes.”
“Nervous?”
“Yes.”
I smile. “Eyes on me, sweetness. I’ll take care of you.
” My nose rubs hers and I continue to touch her even as I start stroking my cock, rubbing it against her opening, lubing myself up with her arousal.
My mind swirls with thoughts, each more depraved than the last. There is no limit to the things I want to do to her, but right now, I just need to be inside of her.
My hand hits the bed, denting the mattress in by her head while I line my cock up with her opening. With my eyes on hers, I press in ever so slightly. Her legs come up, knees bent and angled outward as she attempts to make more room for me to fit.
“Breathe, baby.”
She does, sucking in a rush of air, and with it, I push in deeper.
Nora was a virgin when I married her. A good girl from a very proper family.
With Nora, this was a lot simpler as I didn’t crave her the way I crave Bellamy.
The sheer willpower it’s taking for me not to slam myself balls-deep in her now is brutal.
Sweat already sticks to my brow with the effort.
A hiss sears her lips when I reach the point of resistance, and my fingers return to her clit, rolling it to get her to relax.
I hold still, jaw locked tight, and stay like this for a few moments.
Finally, she nods, wordless and tense. I slap her breast hard and pinch her nipple to shock her.
It works, distracting her enough to have her muscles uncoil, and I push all the way in to the hilt.
A wounded cry flees her lips, but I’m there, kissing it, breathing it in, holding her as I still once more.
“The hard part is over.”
“It burns.” Her face is pinched up and I continue kissing it, her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her furrowed brow.
“I know, sweetness. But it’s going to feel so fucking good in a moment.” I start rolling her clit, vigorously rubbing it, forcing her to find pleasure despite the pain.
Slowly, I start to slide out of her only to push back in, rolling and angling my hips up, hitting that spot inside her that will have her seeing stars soon.
Her eyes glimmer, her body unsure, but I keep going.
Keep moving. I drag her thighs around my hips and tilt my body forward until her ass is half off the bed.
“Feel me, Bellamy,” I demand. “Feel yourself. Allow yourself to let go and experience how incredible this is. How perfect we fit together.”
Because fuck all to hell, it’s amazing. Warm, wet, tighter than my fantasies allowed me to imagine.
It’s killing me how good she feels. Indescribable, and I’ve hardly started fucking her yet.
But it’s more than that somehow. It’s her.
This woman beneath me. Staring straight into my eyes.
Into my soul. Seeing it in all its darkness, and yet she’s still here with me.
A chasm of insatiable need builds within me, growing, multiplying, taking over everything until my entire being is fixated on her. It’s strangling and stunning and never, in my wildest dreams, did I fathom it was possible to be this alive with someone.
The more I move inside her, the more her body responds in kind.
Her hips rock up, anxious to meet my every thrust. Her thighs quiver against my hips, her feet press tighter into my lower back, and her hands, where they were bunching up the blankets, are now in my hair, on my shoulders, and along my back.
“More,” she cries out, and fuck. That. The word I’ve been inwardly dying for her to say.
With a shuddered exhale, I lift her legs up to my shoulders and pull her pussy flush against me.
I start to pound her. Only I’m not close enough.
Leaning over her, I take her legs with me, bending her in half until I can kiss her.
My lips meld to hers, my tongue thrusting in her mouth the way my dick thrusts in her cunt.
The feel and taste so exquisite I nearly lose it right here.
Her mouth is as greedy as mine, her body openly taking me, swallowing me up, and I break the kiss so I can see it.
She moans and pants into the room, writhing as her hands clutch me as if I’m her lifeline.
I stare, mesmerized, my cock dark in the dim lighting, and I can just faintly make out the red smear of her blood on me.
I roar, the sound climbing instinctively up the back of my throat, and then my lips are back on hers, my hands in her hair as I hold her to me.
And like the beast she asked for, I fuck her. I fuck her deep and I fuck her rough and I fuck without mercy. I fuck her and I make her mine. Here, now, in this room, there is no going back. Skin slaps against skin, nails dig into my flesh, and yet that only drives me higher.
“You feel me? This is me fucking you, Bellamy. This is me taking all of you.” My voice is barely more than a primal gasp as I slam in and out, feeling her cunt cling to me with every brutal pump.
“Yes. Oh, yes. I need…I…I need.”
“Tell me what you need.” It’s all I can do to hang on. Sweat coats me, my heart a thrashing band in my chest, my life hers as she rewrites my genetic makeup with every pulsing quiver of her pussy around me.
“I don’t know.” Her head twists back and forth, her face a sonnet of mind-bending pleasure. “I just need. More and more and more.”
“Filthy girl, you need to get fucked harder?”
“Yes. Please. I…I’m so close and it’s so much but I still need.”
There’s no possible way I can deny her. Or myself. She has me too captivated. Transfixed. Never has a woman wrapped me up the way she does.
Sucking a deep breath of air, I unleash myself.
A pounding that rattles my heavy bed, shifting the furniture with every brutal hammer.
My hands grip her hips, my fingertips bruising as I clutch her flesh, holding her against me.
She has no course. No movement I don’t allow.
She is at my mercy. My vessel and I use her accordingly.
Her whimpers and cries, her eyes rolled back in her head, her blissed-out expression the only affirmation I need.
And then suddenly she’s coming. Her body pulsing and shaking, thrashing about on my bed beneath me.
Her hand slashes at my chest, her nails marking me as it consumes her, overtaking her until it’s almost too much for her to bear.
I tumble over the edge with her, chasing her high, the feeling so overpowering I half imagine I black out because the next thing I know, I’m on top of her, no longer hovering above her, but still inside her.
“You okay?” I manage. “Did I hurt you?”
No response, and I force myself up, propping my head with my hand, my elbow sinking into the bed so I can gaze down at her. Her eyes are closed, her breathing ragged.
“Bellamy?” Fear grips me, and I run my fingers along her face.
“Yes. I’m okay. I just hadn’t realized…I mean, I never knew.” A shaky breath. “I’d made myself come hundreds of times, but it’s never been like that.”
I kiss her deep, long, and hard. “Don’t move. I need to clean you up.”
She shakes her head, a flush creeping up her face when she realizes she’s bled a bit on my bed. I don’t care. I like it, actually, and I tell her that. My dick is already getting hard again at the sight of it, my body coiled and needing more.
I run my finger along the smear on my cock and bring it to my lips to taste. She watches me, a look of shock and wonder on her face. The taste of her virgin blood has me kissing her again.
Years, my mind is telling me. We’ve waited our whole life for her to be able to handle us.
I ignore my thoughts as I head for my bathroom and return with a warm, wet cloth. I press it between her thighs and wrap her up against me, holding her close, breathing her in.
“You’re mine, Bellamy. I’ll never be able to let you go now.”
My heart twists inside my chest, and I blink open my eyes to find her safe in my arms. Safe…
Jesus, fuck, will she ever be that again now that she’s mine?