Chapter 9 – Bellamy
BELLAMY
Light, teasing kisses trickling down my legs stir me from a heavy sleep.
Since we’ve returned home, sleep has been tricky for me, coming in fits and waves.
It doesn’t matter if I’ve slept or not, my body reacts naturally with anticipation to Sebastian’s warm breath and soft tongue on my inner thighs.
My hands dive down, immediately finding his thick hair, and I moan, trying to drag him up to where I need him.
He chuckles against me, giving me tiny love bites in warning as if to say, You’re not the one who gets to run this show.
His dominance has become something I crave.
Something I never imagined I’d need. I was a virgin before I met him, having little experience with men, but I had watched plenty of porn and I knew the things that seemed to turn me on and the things that didn’t.
I had been alone. No friends to speak of.
My father was in a facility, so my nights were long and lonely, but I was nothing if not strong and independent.
So the notion of someone controlling me always raised my hackles.
Until I realized giving him control in the bedroom didn’t undermine my strength or independence outside of it.
I learned the relief that can accompany someone else taking the reins.
The sweet bliss in being able to shut off your mind and entrust yourself to someone else completely knowing they’ll always love and protect you. Knowing that if I did ever say king or even stop, he would.
Sebastian kisses upward only to track back down, making me rip on his hair.
“Impatience isn’t rewarded.”
“Neither is teasing for cruelty purposes.”
He laughs, biting my thigh at the tender junction right beneath my pussy. “Are you needy, my love?”
“For you? Always.” And when he hears the sincerity in my voice, I feel him smile against my skin.
Our room is still dark, the shades drawn tight, and I sigh as I sink back into the bed, knowing this wonderful moment won’t last long and soon we’ll have to be up to get Phaedra off to school and the children ready for the day.
I stretch my arms above my head, feeling the silk sheets glide against my skin.
It’s still so new to me, waking up in this opulent palace with a king as my husband and his three children as my new family.
He breathes in deeply, inhaling the scent of me, before finally his tongue draws tiny circles around my clit.
He teases me with delight, immediately pulling away and blowing cool air on me until I shiver against him.
One hand slides beneath my nightshirt, lifting one full breast and squeezing it until I moan loudly.
“You can’t be loud. The children will be up soon.”
“Then you shouldn’t have started this.”
“Should I stop?”
“Would His Majesty like to be poisoned over breakfast?”
“Oh, my fiery girl.” He smacks my inner thigh, and his tongue and lips immediately suck on my clit, sliding it into his mouth. I snatch his pillow from beside me and slam it over my face as I cry out. Breathing in the scent of him only seems to enhance the sensations.
Sebastian’s tongue is rough yet playful as it works my clit, swirling tiny circles around and alternating that with heavy, wet kisses.
Two fingers slide straight into my pussy before curling up and rubbing that magic spot on my inner wall.
All the while he teases me gently with his tongue, going slow enough to make me shake.
I stuff the pillow tighter over my head as he continues to nip, suck, and lick my pussy until I’m a dripping, quivering mess. I’m so close and I know he can feel it because every time I reach that point, he pulls back, edging me in the best and worst of ways.
His fingers slide in and out of me, quickening their pace, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, giving me a hint of his teeth this time, I detonate.
My thighs clamp around his head as my body rides his face, grinding out my release against his mouth, taking everything he’s giving me and never wanting it to end.
With one last dirty lick from my ass to my clit, he begins trailing kisses up my body.
He peels my nightshirt over my head as he trickles his mouth down my neck, to my shoulders, and over the swell of my breasts.
His tongue traces the valley between them until he reaches the tight pink buds at their peak.
Catching one nipple gently with his teeth, he scrapes it lightly at first and harder when he feels me squirming beneath him.
A gasp flees my lungs, all my senses focused on his mouth.
My hand flies up, digging into his hair and holding him tighter against me as he circles my nipple, brushing his thumb back and forth across the other peak that hardens with each stroke.
It’s pure, delicious bliss as his tongue flicks faster as if it has a mind of its own.
My body tightens, a fresh swell of pleasure already coiling tightly in my belly, and I arch into his mouth, wanting every inch of my body to be touched by his lips.
Sebastian smiles against my skin as he ravages my tits, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine and making my empty core clench as he works his way back up my neck.
Soft sighs and humming moans and hungry groans are the only sounds in the otherwise quiet of the morning.
He kisses my collarbone and slides his hands down the length of my back, grazing just above my hips, touching me in all the right ways, silently promising all the perfect things he’ll do if I let him lead.
Firm lips rake up my neck and over my ear as he moves his hand from my hip until it’s wrapped around the back of my head to tug me close.
In my next breath, his lips slam down on mine, and I immediately melt into him, my eyes fluttering closed.
His tongue invades my mouth, twisting and dancing with mine, until he’s rolling us so I’m on top.
“Ride me,” he commands, breaking the kiss to stare up at me with wonder in his burning eyes. “Ride me hard. I want to watch your gorgeous body fuck me. I want to see your beautiful tits bounce.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I slide over Sebastian and guide his full, thick cock along my wet folds, using his tip to play with my clit. He smirks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“What?” I coo innocently, though considering how breathless I already am, I doubt I’m fooling him. “I’m just lubing you up.”
“Oh, is that what you’re doing? It looks to me as if you’re using my cock as a toy on your cunt.”
“I might be doing that too.”
He smacks my tits and pinches my nipple, making me moan and writhe against his cock, which is right on my clit.
“Put me inside you.”
“And if I don’t?” I challenge. “What will you do then?”
“Tie your hands and fuck your ass until it’s dripping with my cum.”
“Oh fuck,” I moan, pressing the head of his cock in tighter on my clit. “Will you?” I don’t even know where the question comes from, but now I’m begging for it. “Not right now, but soon, will you do that?”
He twists my nipple harder. “My naughty fucking girl, you are so perfectly filthy. Yes, I will absolutely do that. But not now. Now I need you to put me inside you so I can watch and feel you come on my cock. It’s starting to get late.”
I whine but shift up onto my knees and moan deeply as he enters me, my hand slamming down on his chest, holding onto him like a lifeline.
The feeling of him inside me will never grow old, but I swear, each and every time feels better than the last. I start to move, lifting up and pushing back down.
I gasp softly as his full length fills me all the way to the hilt and whimper with pleasure as I move against him.
Sebastian sits up, leaning against the headboard, and I wrap my arms around his neck, but he shakes his head.
“I have a better idea.” He lifts me up, one arm under my knee and the other behind my back, and he shifts me until I’m arched away from him. “Hold on to my shins.”
Immediately I do, and he starts pounding into me.
And with this angle, with my thighs spread over him, with my pussy open and exposed, with his cock hitting my front wall with every thrust, it’s mind-blowing.
I start bouncing, moving in time with his thrusts, needing to take him in deeper, wanting it harder.
My tits are high in the cool air, my nipples hard, and I arch deeper, move faster.
Taking control, I ride him, undulating my hips and driving down hard as he thrusts up into me. He cups my bouncing breasts, and they overflow his hands as I move in perfect sync with him. A groan rattles from his chest, sweat building on his forehead as he pushes me farther down on his cock.
His thumbs roll across my nipples, and I feel a sharp burst of pleasure rip through my body every time his cock brushes against my sweet spot.
Sitting up, I tickle my lips against his, panting and moaning into his mouth as I grind against him, using his pelvic bone to rub my clit every time we slam together.
He fucks me with long, deep thrusts that vary with speed and intensity, and when his thumb starts rubbing my clit, my head falls back, and my eyes close in dizzying bliss.
I move up and down and side to side, bringing both of us closer as he pulls me in so he can feel my hips grinding into his.
I open my thighs wider, wanting his fingers to move faster on my pulsing clit and needing him to slide in deeper and harder than ever before.
Our bodies move together as one, building a rhythm that takes over.
His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my waist, just hard enough to leave marks, and it makes me clench around him, ripping a groan from both of us.
The force of our movements leaves no room for anything but pleasure as my hips buck against his hand and my body bounces with the thrusts of his cock inside me.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you. So fucking hot I can hardly stand it.”
“I’m close,” I cry, hanging on to the edge.