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Billy Corgan of Smashing Pumpkins wrote the words to "Stand Inside Your Love".

Chapter11/Need Part2

She was the most beautiful sight to wake up to.

Bella, her dark hair a wavy mass down her back, was kneeling on the end of my bed, her heels resting under her. She was hugging my pillow to her bosom and looking out the window across the room.

Her face was so stunningly radiant, she was my Circe again. My eyes absorbed all of her.

It was one of those moments when I wished I could remember one fucking line from one fucking poem. All I could think of was that she was beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day. And even these words were too lame.

I shuddered, feeling the familiar warm-glow on my skin and the quickening of my pulse. It was somehow different. It was more. I felt reborn in my mind.

My eyes traveled lower her body and everything that I did to her the night before came rushing back to me. I indulged in the primal pride that I was her first. I felt a powerful, searing need to claim her over and over again.

I raked my hand in my hair - a signal to her that I was awake. She smiled a little but did not look at me.

I sat up and went to her. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, her back to my chest. She shifted and sat cross-legged so I could tuck her inside my embrace.

I breathe in her scent. She was so fucking feminine. If I had dreamed of someone, if I even imagined of having someone, it would be her.

I was beginning to know how it was to love to distraction. If I could only hold her and not fucking let go; to bind her heart and her mind to me.

I didn't know how she felt about me or if she could love. But she would love me, I thought fiercely, pushing aside doubts about our future. Like a mantra, I kept telling myself that I was the one for her.

Bella made a small movement and I was hard immediately. I pulled her thick hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck, my scruffy jaw grazing her soft skin. She shivered. I licked her nape and behind her ear, blowing hot breath. I slid my open mouth to the base of her neck, to her collarbone, and nipped her shoulder.

Her skin spotted with goose bumps. I retraced my trail of kisses three times and when I reached her ear again, I bit her earlobe. She moaned. My erection, trapped between our bodies, quivered.

I gently pried the pillow from her hands. My rough chin on her shoulder, I inhaled deeply. I was fucking getting addicted to her taste and her smell. I glided my big hands down her arms, to her flat belly, her thighs, and stopped when I reached her knees. I skimmed my hands back to her thighs and I lightly kneaded the soft skin of her inner legs. Her hands to her sides fisted and her breathing was faster now, matching my own. I dropped my eyes to her heaving breasts, my mouth suddenly dry. They were so fucking beautiful.

I struggled to contain my natural inclination to make this one hell of a bang on. Nothing like a morning quickie.

I gritted my teeth, ignoring the prickling tension at the back of my neck. It was the only sign that I was dangerously close to losing it.

But this was my Bella. She was everything that I wanted and asked for.

I cupped her knees and coaxed her legs to uncross. I bent her knees and gently parted her thighs. My questing fingers were moving in an ever slow progress to her center.

Bella smothered a moan, her teeth biting her bottom lip. My index finger twitched near her entrance, touching moisture. Her moan escaped this time. I almost chuckled but my cock was so fucking hard it hurt.

She suddenly turned her head to look up at me with glazed eyes. She was pleading for me to do it. For that look I was willing to bleed for her.

I kept her eyes on me when I moved the tips of my index and middle fingers to glide slowly around her swollen flesh. She inhaled sharply. I rubbed in a slow, rhythmic circle. She squirmed, closing her eyes and making those breathy whispers that I so fucking love. But I stopped abruptly, willing her eyes to open.

I reclaimed her moist clit as soon as she looked up. She parted her lips and almost closed her eyes again. I pressed my hand harder and stroked my two fingers down to her slippery slit and penetrated.

Her eyes widened and her hips involuntarily moved in a most natural way. I placed my left hand under her butt and raised her, tucking my knees under hers.

She was panting now, her thighs starting to shake. I doubled the tempo of my stroking.

Brown eyes, shining with an impending climax, stared intently into my green.

I lazily gave her my crooked smile as my two fingers went deeper, turned, and curled up hitting her most sensitive spot. She cried out, her body shaking. I tapped the spongy hot button on the roof of her sheath repeatedly, pressing hard. She jerked, moaning, and came again.

She collapsed against me, my hand filling with her juice. I licked it off my fingers.

I gently lowered her and kissed the top of her head. I waited for her to calm down.

Neither of us had spoken one word since waking up. We didn't need to.

When I was satisfied that her pulse had somewhat normalized, I carried her to the bathroom.

I deposited her under the shower and lathered her body with a sponge. I turned her so I could start with her smooth back.

I rubbed the sponge slowly down her back and kneeling, I scrubbed the back of her thighs, calves and her tiny feet. I turned her around, still kneeling, and stared for a moment at her wet crotch. I just tasted that sweet flesh of hers and I wanted to do it again. And again. And again. I licked my lips.

With determination, I scrubbed the inside of her smooth thighs, then her stomach, moving up to her arms and shoulders but avoiding her chest area. I was saving the two best things for last.

Her upper body done, I looked down at the most holy of holies. I squeezed the sponge and I watched as the suds ran over her pink, perky nipples. I ditched the sponge and used my large hands to clean and wash her soft, resilient mounds. I took my time fondling and smoothing my palms over her supple skin.

And because I couldn't help it, I went down on one knee and captured a nipple in my mouth while rolling its twin between thumb and forefinger. The tip of my tongue circled her areola and glided over her puckered nipple. I firmed my tongue and flicked back and forth.

Bella threw back her head and let out breathy gasps. I gripped her ribcage and suckled voraciously. I didn't think I was ever going to stop until I had sucked her skin raw. She was breathing hard, mouth half-parted.

I stood up finally. With a small smile, she picked up the sponge, lathered it and looked up with smoky brown eyes. I was motionless. My fucking lungs had stopped functioning.

She started on my shoulders, scrubbing slowly and down my long arms. She washed each of my fingers. She turned her attention to my chest, tracing every bump of toned muscle.

I tried to remain as still as possible. I realized this was the first time that she had touched my body. We had sex but she had not really touched me. I held my breath, fucking commanding my dick not to embarrass ourselves.

She was now kneeling in front of me, her eyes fucking glued to me. My arms rigid to my sides, I clenched my fists tighter. She ran the sponge to my thighs, her fingers following a path of sinewy muscle. I took a deep, deep breath.

She suddenly dropped the sponge and I watched, hypnotized, as her small soapy hands grasped my erection. When her little pinky flicked against the enlarged head, I fucking died.

I stooped down, grabbed her arm, turned off the shower and almost dragged her out of the shower stall.

I sat her against the marble counter, sliding her butt on the edge. I grabbed her legs and pulled up her knees, my fingers digging onto her skin. I hungrily mated with her tongue while I blindly reached out a hand where I knew I would find my condom, rolled it onto my cock, spread-eagled her legs and entered her with one deep solid thrust.

A guttural sound ripped from my chest. I soon got a hard pounding rhythm going. I combined shallow crafty thrusts to sweep past her hot spot and deeper thrusts just because I fucking love to hear her scream.

And scream she did. My teeth clamped down hard on her neck as I spasmed violently inside her.

When my orgiastic haze cleared, I froze.

Fuck.

I was rough.

I slowly slipped out of her and she gasped. I winced when I saw the beginning bruises on her pale skin.

"I hurt you."

It was the first fucking three words I spoke in three hours.

Bella smiled weakly.

I brushed her soaked hair away from her flushed face. Her body was still trembling.

"You're amazing," I told her with absolute sincerity. "Beyond everything I've ever expected."

I leaned forward and kissed her lips. I still couldn't fucking remember a poem but I knew a song.

"You and me," I murmured.

"Immutable," I hummed.

"Impossible."

"Pure lunacy."

"Incalculable."

"Inseparable."

I punctuated each word with kisses to the base of her neck, her nipples, her belly and her thighs.

She was giggling by the time I got to her knees.

"What are the words for my knees?" she asked coyly.

"Mine," I said softly, all teasing gone.

Bella's stare was intense. And I knew, deep in my bones, that she reciprocates my feelings for her. If she was not yet aware of it then it really didn't matter. I could wait.

She was still sitting on the counter so I gently helped her down. She wobbled on her feet and I grinned at that, fucking smug. I kissed the top of her head.

Her stomach suddenly growled and she blushed. I laughed, took her small hand and licked her middle finger. She missed supper last night and now she was late for breakfast.

I shook my head at myself. Some boyfriend I was turning out to be. I smiled at the thought.

***a/n

"Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay?" - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.