Chapter Fourteen #2
My mouth collides with hers as our tongues tangle, lost in each other.
My hand trails the length of her body, sliding under her thong, caressing her folds.
She groans as her juices coat my fingers.
She writhes beneath me as I rub her clit, bringing her to the point of ecstasy before removing my hand.
Groaning in frustration, her eyes pin me with what looks like desperation.
I kick off my jeans and fist my cock, gripping it until the tip glistens.
She watches me pumping hard before sitting at the edge of the bed and leaning forward, taking my dick in her mouth.
Her hands rest at the base of my shaft as she twirls her tongue around my length.
My cock strains against her, and an urge comes over me, so I grab her hair.
She smiles up at me, a glint of mischievousness in her eyes.
Her cheeks hollow as she takes all of me.
“That’s my good girl,” I groan as I hit the back of her throat, and she pulls away, not letting me have my release.
I grab her roughly and turn her, bending her over the base of the bed, her arse on full display.
Her juices coat the inside of her thighs, and there’s nothing sexier than a woman’s arousal from pleasuring her man.
I line myself up at her entrance, taunting her as I slide in excruciatingly slowly.
She moans out loud, and my cock jerks in response.
I claw at her hips as I sink into her warm pussy, holding on to my restraint as I drive into her.
I thrust fast, my fingers digging into her waist.
“Fuck,” she cries out, panting. “Clay,” she screams. My name rolling off her tongue does something to me as I slow my pace. She looks over her shoulder, her hair sticking to her face.
I grin at her and pull her to stand, sliding out of her, and my cock aches to be in her instantly. I turn her to face me, placing her sweat-soaked hair behind her ear, and she leans forward, taking my lip between her teeth, tugging it gently. Her eyes sparkle with mischievous flare.
“You’d better finish what you started, Clay.” She accentuates my name, and I grab her leg, hooking it around my hip as I slide into her. I watch her tentatively as her eyes close.
“Bella,” I say sternly, removing my cock. Her eyes dart open, and she moans at the loss of contact. “Eyes on me,” I whisper. “I want to watch as you come apart on my cock.”
She licks her lips but stares at me as I hold her against me and slide her down onto my shaft. My hands firmly on her arse, I glide her seamlessly on and off my cock. She throws her head back as her walls begin to clench around me.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, and she pulls her head back. Her breathing hitches as she stares right into my soul. She clenches around me as she reaches her eyes fixed firmly on my own, milking me as I grunt out my own release.
Her head flops forward against my shoulder as I slide her back to the floor. Her legs shake unsteadily as her feet hit the floor, her energy spent. I grab her tightly and help her into bed, bringing the duvet up over her.
She grabs my hand as I turn away.
“Don’t go,” she pleads as her eyes close, and I frown. She looks so vulnerable.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, sitting beside her on the bed.
“The last time . . .” She yawns, and I move her hair away from her face. She leans into my touch. “You left me,” she whispers.
I lean over and kiss her gently on her head.
“I promise I’m not leaving.” I smile down at her, her eyes still closed. She nods gently as she pulls the duvet up over her shoulders. I sit there with my hand resting on her back until her gentle snores fill the room, then I make my way to the shower.
I let the water cleanse away the last few days. I thought I’d lost her, fucked everything up. Everything I’ve touched turns to shit, including my brother. I thought maybe it was his way of paying me back from the grave, that he didn’t want me to be happy.
I scrub my hands under the running water, his blood covering them.
I scrub at them with the nail brush, but his blood stains.
The water runs red, and my heart thumps in my ears, slowly taking over the sound of the running shower.
My chest tightens as I place my hand on the cold tiles, stabilising myself.
I turn the water to cold, bringing myself from reliving the nightmare.
The water runs down my face as I watch it swirl around the shower and down the plug hole.
I close my eyes and see his lifeless body.
“Fuck, Michael, just leave me alone,” I shout out into the darkness.
There’s a gentle knock on the door.
“Everything okay?” Bella’s faint voice echoes around the room.
I shut off the shower and grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist.
“Of course.” I smile as I leave the bathroom, my body still dripping.
“You’re freezing,” she says, grabbing an extra towel and wrapping it around my shoulders. I smile at her, and she frowns. “What?”
“You’re going to make a great ol’ lady. Already a pro.”
She pats me playfully on the back.
“Well, your ol’ lady is telling you to get in that fucking bed and get warm.” She smiles lovingly at me, and I wiggle my eyebrows.
“For you, my beauty, anything.” I drop the towel, and she looks down at my manhood standing at attention and ready for round two.
“Okay, big boy. Now, get your fucking fine arse in that bed.”