Chapter 22
Chapter 22?
POV: Dane
I shouldn’t be losing control like this—I shouldn’t let her have this much power over me but she was like a fucking drug, intoxicating every part of me I tried so hard to keep in check.
Once her lips landed on mine and she moved her hips against my erection, I knew.
I fucking knew that I needed her—all of her.
But it was her choice. It would always be her choice.
My steps were slow and our walk was silent. Except for the sound of both of our hearts pounding, ready to break out of our chest.
I had no idea what she was thinking.
Was she just plain horny? Or bored? Or just wanted to fuck me to get it over with? Or was she testing me?
I shouldn’t second-guess myself. I never did.
Yet, here I was.
I opened the door to my room, stepping inside with her still in my arms. Carefully, I set her feet onto the soft carpeted floor. She didn’t move right away. Instead, she looked up at me, her eyes tracing the lines of my face, lingering in a way that made my chest tighten.
After a long, quiet moment, she slowly turned and made her way to the bed. She settled onto the mattress and leaned back onto her arms, propping herself up to watch me, as though reading me, waiting for me to make the next move.
“Are you trying to read me? Gauge the situation?” she asked, playfully chuckling.
“I already have a read on the situation,” I told her, confidently. Even though that was the furthest thing from the truth.
“Oh I’m sure,” she laughed, rolling her eyes.
I crossed the room in a few quick strides, closing the space between us. I gently guided her to lie back, her eyes locking with mine.
She stayed still, watching me, her breaths shallow and deliberate, and I felt the weight of the moment settle over us.
“Careful, Belle,” I warned.
Her lips quivered for a moment before she laughed, egging me on. “Or what? You’ll punish me? Dane, if you couldn’t tell already, that’s what I want.”
There’s a kink.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, so you want me to punish you, Belle?”
She laughed. “Maybe. Who knows.”
“Well, I don’t think I’ll punish you this time,” I whispered as I dragged my thumb over her collarbone slowly, intentionally. “I think this time will be slow—controlled—drawn out.”
She pushed herself up by her elbows and looked at me.
My tongue swiped over my bottom lip as my eyes lingered on her, drinking in every movement, every subtle expression. “Take off your clothes, Belle.”
She laughed nervously, a soft, uneven sound that betrayed her. She glanced at me, waiting for me to speak, to guide her somehow.
But I didn’t move, didn’t say a word. I just held her gaze, my eyes steady and unblinking, letting the silence stretch between the two of us.
“You wanted this, Belle. Didn’t you? Or did you change your mind?” I stood up straight and looked down at her on the bed.
She didn’t hesitate, instead she got to her feet and began stripping her clothes off with shaky hands then tossing them to the floor. She stood there half naked, wearing a matching set—a lacy white lingerie set.
And to say I was speechless would be an understatement.
I couldn’t breathe when I looked at her.
She pointed. “You’re next.”
“I’m next?” I laughed, letting my eyes track down her body slowly, admiring her. I shrugged. “Fine.”
I removed my clothes slowly, taking my time with each item before discarding my clothing to the floor. I watched as her eyes studied my abs, my arms, my torso then dropped lower to study my bulge suffocating in my black boxers.
With slow, methodical movements, I removed my underwear letting my cock spring free for her viewing.
Her mouth all but dropped open. The movement made me smirk.
I stepped forward and wrapped my hand around her backside, pulling her into my body, my cock rubbing against her stomach.
She quickly reached behind her back, fumbling, trying to unhitch her bra.
I guided my hand behind her back, unhitching the bra, watching as it fell to the ground with one smooth movement.
Then I guided my hands to her waist, pushing her panties down and watching as they slipped off of her body and onto the floor.
“Now, Belle,” my jaw tensed as I looked her over. “Do you still want me?” I asked, smirking, running my hand down the back of her soft hair.
She tilted her chin up to look at me with wide, hungry eyes. “Yes.”
The single word was all it took for me to back her into the bed.
She sank back onto the bed, leaning slightly, her eyes searching mine.
I moved closer, closing the space between us, and she let out a small, anticipatory breath. I held her gaze, feeling the pull between us.
I dropped my head between her legs, watching as her clit glistened with wetness.
Her chest heaved, as she watched me, her breathing steady and erratic.
I took my time, letting the anticipation linger between the two of us before I stuck out my tongue and wadded through her depths. The first lick tasted like nothing short of heaven, a sweetness I couldn’t compare to anything.
Belle squirmed, every movement uncontrolled.
But I kept going. I kept licking and sucking, hungrily. My movements turned from controlled, to unrestrained within seconds.
She mumbled something under her breath, but I just sucked harder—unable to control the appetite growing in the pit of my gut.
God, she was beautiful. Especially while moaning and spasming. Especially while coming undone.
I drew circles with my tongue along her clit, causing her moans to turn almost to full fledged wails.
It took everything in me to lift my mouth from her, but when I did, she was nearly out of breath, every muscle in her body tense, as she looked up at me with confused, greedy eyes.
“You’re dripping,” I told her, her wetness still clinging to my lips. “Tell me, Belle…” the words hung heavy in the air between us.
She bit her lip, which only made me tense more.
I placed my hands on her waist, lining my cock up with her entrance. “Tell me, Belle. Tell me how much you want me.”
She didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second. Instead the words fell out of her mouth. “I want you, Dane.”
My eyes grew heavy, as my body flooded with heat.
My eyes were glued to hers, watching the hunger fill them. I moved my gaze back down to her opening, then to my cock, pushing it forward, closer to entry.
I wanted to watch when I first entered her. I wanted to see the pleasure on her face when she took my cock.
I nudged my tip at her opening, causing her to wiggle in anticipation.
Then I slowly inched myself inside her, feeling her tight pussy clench around my cock, as I spread her open wider for me, watching as she slowly took my cock.
“Fuck,” she groaned, hooking her legs around my waist. “That better be all of it.”
I smirked. “I’m only halfway.”
“Halfway?” she groaned, but desire filled her eyes.
I reached up, my hand gripping her throat gently. “Don’t worry, princess, I know you’ll be able to take all of it.”
She looked up at me with glassy blue eyes and it only made me grow harder.
I filled her slowly. She took every inch just like I knew she would, moaning and moving as she did.
Finally, when I was comfortable inside of her, I began thrusting, watching her body move in response, watching as her eyes rolled and her lips parted. She even did this cute little thing with her nose, where she wrinkled it.
I groaned as I felt myself getting closer to climax and began moving my cock in and out of her at a faster pace, watching her perky tits jiggle everytime I thrusted back into her.
“You feel so perfect, Belle,” I grunted as I forced inside of her tight opening again.
She whimpered as she took my cock again.
I ran my thumb along her swollen clit, working her to her edge as I stuffed her again with my cock.
“Fuck,” I muttered, watching her shake with every flick of my thumb.
Her climax came within minutes. Her legs clenched, spasming, as she came.
I felt my orgasm close, so I quickly removed my cock from inside of her, spilling my cum all onto her stomach.
“Fuck, that was close,” I said, breathing heavily and still leaning over her.
Her eyes were closed as her breathing rate returned to an even pace. She blinked her eyes open, and I caught her gaze—half amazed, half unsettled, like she wasn’t sure whether to trust what she was feeling or the moment unfolding between us.
“That was…” she began, looking at me nervously.
“Unexpected?” I asked, falling into the spot next to her, back first.
I turned to look at her, our lips almost meeting from the proximity. I watched her for a moment before getting to my feet, picking her up in my grasp and carrying her towards the shower.
“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.
I shot her a smile as I set her down in the shower. “I know my cum probably is great for moisturizing purposes but we should really get you cleaned up.”
The shower passed quickly, each of us focused on our own routine. And though we said nothing, the tension hummed between us.
Because deep, deep inside, we both understood that this had altered everything—our connection—the invisible threads that had tied us together all along.