My note: The song for this chapter is Cross My Heart (Acoustic) by Marianas Trench. I love that song haha. Anyways, I originally posted this as an Edward /Bella fanfic but decided I am much more passionate about Clarke and Bellamy at the moment so here's the new and improved version :)
Preface: Deceit Can Be a Beautiful Thing
Present Time - Bellamy and Clarke's First Time Together
"Bellamy, we can't. It's wrong," I managed to squeak as he pushed me against his kitchen cabinets. I was temporarily distracted by his hands. They were holding my wrists. They were smooth as silk on the top then calloused and rough on the bottom palm side. I was trapped, not that I would escape if I could.
"It's not wrong. I need you baby. I need to be inside you. You're everything," He said before kissing me hard. I couldn't help but kiss back. The man was talented.
"Then take it off," I tried to compromise between kisses. If I'm everything, then he didn't need it right? "You want it off baby? Huh?" He asked even though he already knew the answer. I nodded slowly.
"Then take it off me," he continued while shoving his ring finger in my mouth. I gently bit down on his finger while pulling his hand away from my face. His platinum wedding ring was now just resting on my tongue. It felt razor sharp and like it was burning my mouth. I let it fall out of my mouth and onto the tiled floor. I didn't want to play games but if it got me him then just maybe I would.
Bellamy stared at me for just a second before pulling off my shirt and unbuttoning my pants. I let him lead me to his room. To their room. To their bed. "I don't think I can do this," I whispered. He didn't respond with words. He just took off his shirt which shut me right up. He wasn't overly built but he was lean and muscular. I have no idea when he took his pants off, I must have been distracted by how unnaturally smooth his skin was because before I knew it he had opened my legs and rubbed his eight inches up and down my wet slit. "Seriously Bellamy," I almost whined. I wanted him. I really did, more than anything else, but I was so nervous. Scared even.
"I've always been able to tell when you were lying. Always Clarke. So either tell me to stop and you leave, or let me fuck you baby," he said. I looked into his imploring, gorgeous, hazel eyes. I looked at his serious set lips which normally held a constant smirk. I loved him so much. I kissed him then. He pushed his dick into my wet core. His eyes opened wide in shock when he realized that not 10 seconds before, I had been a virgin. His facial expressions, which always seemed impossible to read, registered very visible happiness. And for once, I was happy for his happiness and my own happiness as well, and not just his.