Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LAVENDER HAZE BY TAYLOR SWIFT
I squirm against him, and finally, he lets me go, throwing me right down on the bed, hard enough for me to bounce. My eyes focus on him, and my mind focuses on just how soft this bed is. His bed is soft. His eyes are anything but that.
“What do you want, Kamryn?” He stands in front of me, and I hold myself up on my elbows.
“I want to have sex with you.”
“Are you positive this is… This is the way you want it? It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”
I nod quickly, “There doesn't have to be romance in everything…”
Bellamy starts unbuttoning his shirt as I talk to him, his eyes looking over me.
“I want you right now... I’d rather listen to my body than some stupid list I made,” I admit.
He shakes his shirt off of his shoulders, and my mouth waters at the sight of his body. I’ve seen it time and time again, but it’s like the first time every time. The tattoos across his chest, and his arm. His hands. His messy hair.
“No romance then. Here are the rules, if something hurts you tell me. If you feel uncomfortable you tell me. If you want to stop at any point we will stop,” He crawls on the bed toward me, and I watch him as he makes his way to me, every muscle on his body contracting as he moves.
He stares me down, my back flat against the bed, his body over mine.
“What are the rules?” He asks, his finger flipping my chin up so I can look directly at him.
He hooks his finger under my chin, keeping it there.
“If I'm hurt or uncomfy tell you, and if I don’t want this then we stop,” I say quickly, and feel my nerves start to kick in at the thought of him seeing me fully naked.
That’s not me at all. I’m comfortable in my body. He’s touched me before. He’s seen my body practically naked. But this is real, and the longest I’ve waited with most guys. I don’t know why it’s making me feel weird but it is. I feel nervous. I feel excited.
“Lean up…” He speaks in a soft voice, and I do what he says.
His long fingers burn into my skin as they snake around my back.
He unclasps the small latch of my shirt, and the sparkly metal slides away from my skin, chilling me once again as the rough material drags across my nipples.
He leans down to my lips, capturing them with his, and he kisses me hard.
His arm slides under my lower back, arching it, and pulling me against him, skin on skin.
The friction of our bodies is heavy and hot, and his lips are harsh as they make their way down my body, and over my neck.
He sucks, and nips, actually able to explore further than before.
My back arches on its own as he brings his lips over my nipple.
He tugs at the sensitive skin, sucking, and swirling his tongue.
“I already want you, you don’t have to do all of-”
“Shut up. If I want to fuck you with class, let me,” His breath fans over my entire body.
I shut up instantly. Degradation is not my thing. It never has been, but I think I’d let him say anything to me if he keeps his mouth on me like this.
He moves to the edge of the bed and pulls me with him. He’s standing now, and I’m still laying here, my back to the bed, my hair fanned out everywhere, half of my body fully exposed to him.
“You have a perfect body, and I love the way you react to me. So, am I allowed to appreciate your body the way I’d like?”
I nod. He raises his eyebrows at me, waiting, and not moving.
“Yes, you can,” I tell him, my breath catching as he latches his fingers underneath the waistband of my pants.
His fingers slide until they reach the button.
He unbuttons them, and tugs, pulling them down my body, and throwing them behind him once they’re off of me.
He leans over me, kissing me again, moving down my body, but he doesn’t stop at my chest this time, he continues down my stomach, his tongue working down every curve of my skin.
His fingers hook around the lace underwear I wear and he pulls them down my legs.
He removes my underwear, and kneels in front of me.
His eyes on me now as I look at him, a pit in my stomach as I wait.
He hooks my legs over each shoulder and keeps his eyes on me as he kisses up my thighs, and then he kisses me, his lips meeting my heat.
I shut my eyes out of instinct, but not only because I normally would. I shut them because it feels good, actually good. I’ve never had to fake it with him.
My instincts tell me to be jealous. That he learned how to do all of this through someone that wasn’t me, but I can’t help but thank them because holy fuck.
My back arches as his tongue flattens on the sensitive bundle of nerves, his lips latching around me too.
My hands are in fists, gripping the bed sheets, and I’m incredibly thankful for the music happening outside of his bedroom right now because I let out a loud moan from the bottom of my chest. He groans against me, and I feel warmth creep into my stomach at the thought of him getting off on this.
.. On pleasuring me. I did the same when we were reversed.
“Bell...” I moan, and he does the same, moaning once again as his tongue works me.
My body feels like there’s lightning shooting through my veins. Electricity, purring in my chest, and stomach as he digs his fingers into my thighs. I open my eyes, leaning myself up on my elbows to look at him. His hair is tousled and messy.
I don’t need any confirmation he’s enjoying this because I can tell.
I’ve never seen anyone look so pretty going down on me but he does.
His eyes flicker open, and he takes a second to look up at me, and then he flattens his tongue again, moving it faster, more skill driven into his movements.
His eyes burn through me, and my chest feels like it might collapse from how fast my heart is beating.
The muscles in my stomach and thighs tighten the faster he moves his tongue, and I pant.
I can’t help but cry out at the feeling.
My body reacts before my mind can even process a man actually making me cum this way.
He removes his lips which immediately stops the high but slides his fingers in my entrance which I know is dripping wet at this point.
I fall back onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. It’s incredibly hard considering he’s good at touching me like this too. My mind will never be clear when his hands are on me. He curls his fingers, and my hips jerk. Maybe at the fact that I was so close and he took that away from me.
“Not yet… Soon,” He tells me, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. He’s looking up at me with a devilish grin.
He moves his fingers slowly, teasing me fully as he removes them from me.
He slides his fingers up my heat, and stands up, his body between my legs now.
I lean up on my elbows again, and stare at him, noticing just how hard he is through the black pants he wears.
He brings his fingers up to his mouth and wraps his lips around them.
I’m not sure why I feel my cheeks burning at the sight in front of me.
He’s incredibly comfortable in the bedroom, and I love that about him. I’ve seen this confidence before.
He fucks with the same confidence he plays with…
“You can take them off...” He tells me, and I reach forward, unbuttoning his pants, knowing he must feel relief as I pull them down.
I release him from his briefs, and stare at him once again, the sight truly not getting old.
“Condom?” I ask, and he opens the bedside table drawer.
He grabs one, and rips it open with his teeth, retrieving the rubber, and pushing it over his length.
“You’re sure?” He asks me once again, and I roll my eyes. “I’m just making sure. No need to be hostile.”
I reach forward, pulling him down to me as I scoot back on the bed.
He moves to me, and places himself, slowly sliding in, and both of us release a heavy breath at the feeling.
I feel my walls stretch around him, my body shaking at the feeling of him pushing himself deep, fully inside of me.
He holds himself up over my body, both hands on each side of my head, as he stays still inside of me.
His eyes screwed shut. His lips are parted as he breathes, and my body is itching to be closer to him despite how close we already are.
“You can move.”
He’s incredibly still right now.
“Yeah, give me a second,” He hangs his head, his hair sloppy as it hangs, “You feel so fucking good.”
He practically whispers the words, and I touch him, my fingers brushing over his skin. He slowly moves, almost all the way out before slamming himself back into me, his movements stay the same, over and over as he moves his hips, and I can’t say a word. I won’t because he’s perfect.
The way he looks while he’s fucking me, and especially the way he feels.
He’s breathing hard, his eyes open now and set on me, and I never keep eye contact like this, but it makes it feel that much better when it’s Bellamy, and I don’t understand it.
“Ryn... Fuck,” He breathes out, and I arch my back, my arms coming up and around his neck, hanging over the back of him.
I run my hand up over the back of his head, my fingers laced with his hair now.
My eyes squeeze shut at the feeling he brings as he rocks himself into me.
“Fuck Bell...” I moan his name and he slows, his head shaking.
“You can’t call me that right now...” He tells me.
“Why?” I ask, confusion rolling through me.
“Because I’m trying to make this last, and it won’t if you call me that, so don’t,” He warns me and then slams into me again.