Summary: Paul never backs down from a dare, never.
Tantalizing Pleasure
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"You're beautiful, Isabella," he murmured in her ear and she shivered, biting her bottom lip. All she wanted was for him to touch her, but she knew he wouldn't.
He was determined, and she was trembling as she felt the heat of his hand near her arm, then over her breast, without actually touching her.
"I love you," Bella breathed, opening her eyes and looking into his.
"I know," Paul responded, smirking as he did so, enjoying the way every muscle in her body seemed to tense when he spoke and then released.
"You don't have to do this, you should touch me," Bella told him, tilting her head to the side and smirking just the slightest bit, figuring she had him right there.
Paul smirked, leaning forward. He almost kissed her but pulled away at the last moment. "I don't think so Bella," his voice was huskier than normal and she found her back arching in response to the sound of it.
He made her world spin normally, but now, he was just torturing her. The whole world seemed to tilt when she opened her eyes, and not in the normal slow moving way.
She could feel warmth pooling between her legs and she whimpered as he made a kissing noise and she could practically feel his lips on her skin. Bella's legs trembled just the slightest bit and she sucked in a breath of air, almost gulping it in because this was too much.
"I'm sorry I dared you to do this," Bella admitted with a soft laugh, wishing she hadn't soon after, the movement of the bed beneath her as she did so almost too much.
"No you're not, because right now you're imagining me touching you, and you're loving it," Paul responded, smirking.
Bella whimpered, her eyes sliding shut then because she could feel him like this, could feel the coarseness of his calloused hands on her breasts, rough from working with them regularly.
"Where am I touching you now, Bella?" Paul said her name sensually, sounding as though he was purring.
"My breasts," Bella responded, heat flooding her even more as she began breathing a little heavier, her breasts heaving as she did so.
"I love your breasts," Paul's voice rumbled in his chest and he moaned into her ear, so close to her yet Bella knew he wouldn't touch her, that he was going to do this, and she knew he could. "I love touching them, stroking them. I love sucking on your nipples until you moan out loud for me and forget yourself."
Bella's muscles twitched in response and the tension inside of her coiled tighter at the sound of his voice so close, so arousing.
"But I really love your hips, Bella. I love pressing my thumbs into them, holding you down as my tongue slides inside of you, as I suck your clit until you're trembling," Paul continued talking.
Moaning Bella rocked her hips upward, gripping the bed sheets. She knew she could put an end to this herself, touch herself until she came, until she lost it. However, she also knew he would give her release soon, that he would put an end to her suffering.
"And then, just when you're on the edge," Paul smirked and she could hear it, she swore she could and she was on the edge. "I like to stop."
Bella whined, squirming on the bed. She almost touched him and felt him move away immediately. "Then what?" she asked, hardly able to ask the question.
Paul laughed and Bella shivered with the sensuality of this moment, of hearing him like this. She'd never realized how much his voice could effect her before now, and now that she knew she was going to make him talk to her constantly.
"I like to push deep inside of you, feeling you grasp needfully at my cock, feeling you tighten around me as I start out slow," he purred into her ear.
Bella gasped softly, her closed eyes tightening somewhat as she gripped the sheets, her hips rocking upward as though she was being fucked.
"And then I move faster, move harder, watching drops of sweat glisten, watching your eyes widen and your breathing speed up until," Paul was cut off by her loud moan and watched closely.
Bella's back arched as her orgasm rushed through her, and her small pert breasts were on display as her thighs trembled and her whole body shuddered until finally after a few minutes she came to rest on the bed and panted, trying to catch her breath.
"Until you cum around my cock, gripping me so fucking tight I think I might lose my mind," Paul smirked, laughing. "And you said I couldn't do that."
Bella laughed breathlessly, opening her eyes and glancing over at him, "You can do anything," she told him, her tone confident.