Chapter 6 - Richard #3
"I'm done waiting." I stride toward the balneary door, carrying her easily despite her curves. "I'm done being patient and appropriate and keeping my fucking hands to myself."
The balneary is through a side door, another glass-enclosed space with massage tables, a sauna, comfortable lounging chairs. I carry her to the nearest wall. Smooth tile, warmed by the heating system, and press her against it.
She gasps at the contact, her wet skin sliding against the tile, and I brace my hands on either side of her head.
"You deserve better than this," I tell her, my voice rough. "You deserve a nice bed, proper sheets, time for me to worship every inch of you."
"I don't want to wait." Her hands find my chest, fingers splaying across my pecs. "I can't endure another second without you claiming me, Richard. The balneary is perfect. You're perfect. Please."
I kiss her hard, claiming her mouth while my hands roam her body. I find the tie at the back of her bikini top and pull, watching the fabric fall away to reveal her breasts in all their glory.
"Fuck." I can't help myself. I cup them both, feeling their weight, thumbing her nipples until they're hard peaks. "You're so fucking beautiful, Belle. So perfect."
She arches into my touch, her head falling back against the tile. "Richard, please—"
"I know, baby. I know." I kiss down her throat, between her breasts, down her soft stomach. My hands hook into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and I look up at her. "Can I?"
"Yes. God, yes."
I pull the bottoms down slowly, revealing her inch by inch. When they fall to the floor, I take a moment to just look at her—completely naked, pressed against my wall, looking down at me with hooded eyes.
Then I sink to my knees.
"Richard, what are you—oh." Her words dissolve into a moan as I kiss the inside of her thigh, my hands gripping her hips to hold her steady.
She smells incredible. Clean from the pool water, but underneath that, the scent of her arousal. Sweet, musky and absolutely intoxicating.
I kiss higher, closer to where I know she needs me, and feel her legs start to tremble. My hands slide around to cup her ass, kneading the soft flesh, and I finally let myself taste her.
One long, slow lick through her folds, and I groan against her skin. She tastes like heaven. Like everything I've been denying myself for two years. Sweet and salty and perfectly Belle.
"Oh my God." Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling slightly. "Richard, that feels—"
I don't let her finish. I lick her again, deeper this time, finding her clit and circling it with my tongue. Her whole body shudders, her grip on my hair tightening to the point of pain.
"That's it, baby." I pull back just enough to speak. "Let me hear you. Let me know what feels good."
Then I dive back in, determined to make this a feast. To taste every inch of her, to learn what makes her gasp and moan and fall apart.
To erase every mediocre sexual experience Nathan gave her and replace it with this: with worship, with skill, with a man who actually knows what the fuck he's doing.
I alternate between long, broad strokes and focused attention on her clit, reading her body's responses. When I suck her clit gently, she nearly comes off the wall. When I dip my tongue inside her, she whimpers my name like a prayer.
"So good," I murmur against her wet flesh. "You taste so fucking good, Belle. I could do this for hours."
"I won't—" She gasps as I add a finger, sliding it inside her easily. "I won't last hours. I'm already… Oh God, Richard—"
I add a second finger, curling them to find that spot inside her while my mouth works her clit. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, and I know she's close.
"Come for me." I look up at her, holding her gaze while I finger-fuck her and lick her clit in alternating pulses. "Let go, baby. Show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart."
Her eyes go wide, her mouth falling open, and then she's coming and crying out my name, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
I work her through it, gentling my touch as she becomes more sensitive, drawing out every last aftershock until she's boneless against the wall. When I finally pull back, my chin is wet with her juices, and I've never been more satisfied with myself.
"I've never—Nathan never—"
"Forget Nathan." I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and kiss her hard enough that she can taste herself on my lips. "He's gone. There's only me now. Only us."
She kisses me back desperately, her hands fumbling with the waistband of my swim shorts. "I need you inside me. Please, Richard. I need to feel you."
My cock throbs at her words, at the desperate need in her voice. "Are you sure? We can wait, take our time—"
"No more waiting." She manages to push my shorts down, and my cock springs free, hard and aching. Her eyes go wide when she sees it, and I watch her lick her lips. "Oh. You're... you're big."
"We'll go slow." I press my forehead to hers. "I'll make it good for you, Belle. I promise."
"It's already good." Her hand wraps around my shaft, and I have to bite back a groan. "Everything about this is already perfect."