Forty-Four
I stand, taking her into the bathroom, not for the reason she thinks. Oh no, I want her to have the moment she always dreamed of. I’m not letting anyone take that away from her, not even herself. Holding her to me, I place her on the countertop. Once she settled, I moved away from her after kissing her on the tip of her nose. Time to get to work.
Going to the control panel on my wall, I set the temperature, start the jacuzzi tub, and put a few bubble bomb things she likes into the tub. Grabbing a few towels from the closet, I set them on the warming rack, something I know she loves. I also grab her shower cap, because I know how my woman is about her hair. I smirk, remember the first time she used it, and almost kicked my ass thinking I had other chicks that weren’t my sisters in my space. Walking back over to my woman, who had been watching me intently, I slid in between her legs and wrapped my arms around her, picking her shower cap on her head with expert precision, if I must say so myself. With a smirk, my eyes connect with hers.
“I want to taste your lips, Bellamy,” I say huskily.
“You going to give me those lips, my tornado?” I say with my lips millimeters from hers.
She hums and moans. That’s all the invitation I need. I lean forward, taking her lips the way I love doing. Fire, passion, and electricity sparks between us are like a balm to my soul; I love how my woman's lips feel against mine. When she parts her lips wider to allow me full access, she moans as I plunge into the depths of her warmth. Bellamy wraps her arms behind my neck and raises her hands, messaging my bald head. The last sweep of her tongue has my fraying restraint out the window. I pull away from her, lifting her to her feet, bringing her small, lush body closer to my own as I rub my engorged and hard as fuck cock against her belly.
Lifting her shirt because the fucker is in the way of what I want, I don’t break the kiss until the last possible moment. Quickly wrapping it over her head, I grow, knowing that her bra is also a damn obstacle. My hands go to the clasp, and I undo it. Releasing my head, she let it slide down and to the floor. With a satisfied grunt, I cup one of her full breasts and begin to pull and twist her nipple. She feels so damn good in my arms. I release her lips to trail fervent kisses down her neck. She moans at the contact, and my dick gets even harder.
Falling to my knees, releasing her with a pop, I reach for the button of her pants and, with a smirk, run my hand over her fabric-clad pussy, tracing the line between her pussy lips and feeling her warm heat. She shivers and moans louder at the contact.
I’m so fucking turned on I can’t think or see straight. My hand goes to her button, and I undid it and the zipper, wasting no time in pulling down both her pants and panties. Rising, I once again captured her nipple between my teeth. Bellamy cries out but puts her hands on the back of my head, pulling me closer to her heated flesh. The sounds coming from her lips are driving me fucking insane with need. I suck on her nipple hard before letting it pop free from my mouth, and she whines when I pull away from her.
“I need to fuck you, baby,” I say, my eyes burning into her.
“Oh gawd, yes, Xavier, please,” she whimpers as I pull her toward the still-filling tub.
Picking her up effortlessly, I step into the bath, and she wraps her legs around me and my cock, and rubs against her warm wet heat causing me to hiss into her neck. Once in the bath, I chuckle when I release her, and she gives me a cute little pout. Wordlessly, I sit in the worm-wet water and pull her down with me. Her hands go to my shoulders, and her legs come to either side of me as she adjusts on my lap. She lifts and reaches for my cock, giving it a few tugs before teasing her opening with the head and nearly cum at the feel of how warm and slick she is for me. Even with the water surrounding us, I feel her arousal, and I can’t hold back. Once I feel her lowering herself, I place my hands on her hips and pull her down onto me with one firm thrust.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she says, leaning forward and resting her forehead against mine.
“Aww fuck, shit, my tornado, you feel so fucking good.” I moan when her pussy pulsates around me.
Lifting her head away from me and looking into my eyes. The way she’s looking at me has my stomach tightening. There is so much fucking love in her eyes. If they weren’t already, our fates sealed here and now. She’s mine. Bellamy Dianne Church-Petrov is fucking mine now and always. I don’t care what any motherfucker has to say about it. This woman was meant for me as I was meant for her.
“I love you, Xavier.” she says with a kiss.
“I love you, Bellamy, more than life itself,” I say.
Her walls become increasingly slick as she squeezes around me. Bellamy slides her hips back and forth slowly. The friction causes us both to moan as the water splashes around us at her movements. I take the hint, wrapping an arm around her lower waist, helping her to glide along my shaft, slowly at first.
“Yes,” she cries out. “Oh God, Xavier.”
Her hips move more frantically, and I can’t help but bit my lower lip to keep myself from cumming too soon–she feels too fucking good.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” I grit through my teeth.
“Shit, tornado, your pussy is so fucking tight. I’m trying not to fucking cum, but you feel like heaven.”
“Xavier, please,” she whimpers.
Which causes me to lose my shit right there. Without a second thought. I stand from the tub needing our bed, my hands on her ass, holding her to me as she grinds on my cock, lost in chasing her pleasure. I snatch a towel off the rack, wrap it around her, and try to dry us off without breaking contact. Dropping the towel, I have to stop and take a fucking breath before I cum; once I have my shit under control, I head to my bed, lying her down. Thank fuck.
I tilt her back until she’s flush and in the center of the bed, shifting my body without breaking our connection. She moans when I lift her legs, raising them to either side of my shoulder. Going to my knees, I wrap my arms around her thighs and pound into her. I press my face against her calf, placing a kiss on the side of each. The sounds of her wet pussy spur me on as I piston in and out of her. Goosebumps break out over her skin. I love the feel of her soft skin against my lips, so I hold my lips to her calf, and when the mood strikes, I bite down, causing her to constrict around me.
“Come for me, tornado. Give me what I want. Drench my dick with your sweet juices.” I reach down where we are connected, and my thumb goes to her hard nub. It only takes a few swipes before she squeezes the hell out of me and then gushes around my cock, causing me to follow right behind her. I keep pumping my hips because she feels too damn good, and I don’t want it to end–my cock isn’t spent. It remains hard as she continues to pulsate around me.
“Shit tornado, the shit you do to me.” I chuckle, releasing her legs and falling forward, catching myself before my body crushes her. I kiss her sweaty face. “I’m not done with you yet.” I nip at her chin as she smiles up at me.
“I love you, Xavier Taz Highland.” She giggles.
My woman fucking giggles. I shove my face into her neck, kissing her.
I’m about to tell her I love her more and slide back into her when someone knocks on our door.