A/N
Sorry about my absence! Life has been crazy and writing had to take a back seat for a while.
To make up for it, here's a super long chapter.
It's good to be back!
Fear of heights be damned, I almost jumped from the cart as soon as it settled on the ground once more. Bella laughed when I reached up to grip her waist and lifted her out of the steel death-trap, settling her securely on her own two feet. On solid ground. Safe. Thank God!
We hardly spoke as we left the carnival, a little flustered and a lot eager to get back to Bella's.
"You need to slow down," she said, chuckling as I walked hurriedly. "My feet hurt."
Only slightly embarrassed by my desperation to get her alone, I stopped walking, becoming a barricade in the busy flow of people on the street. Crouching, I turned my back to her and looked at her smiling face over my shoulder. She didn't hesitate, jumping onto my back, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
"You're so tall," she whispered in my ear as I began walking again. I turned my head up to smile at her, my eyes widening a little and my step faltering when she turned her own head and kissed me. I could feel our smiles, even though our lips were touching, and in that moment, I didn't care that we were in the middle of the city, surrounded by people and bustle; all I could think about was her. When she kissed me, touched me, or even looked at me, the rest of the world melted away and my body hummed, begging for more of … her. Just her.
We walked—well, I walked—smiling and joking, laughing and touching, her cheek against mine. I would have carried her anywhere if she asked; I would have carried her forever.
"Your heart is pounding," she observed, her palms splayed over my chest, her touch featherlight, warm, and not nearly enough. "Is that because I'm heavy and you're tired, or ...?" She let her words trail off, and I smiled, biting into my bottom lip.
"Or," I answered. She wasn't heavy and despite the distance, I was in no hurry to let her down. No, my heart was thudding for a whole other reason— it was focused solely on pumping blood right to my groin.
She unlocked her apartment over my shoulder, both of us laughing as I tried to crouch without falling and dropping her.
As soon as I deposited her onto her couch, our chuckles stopped. She looked so perfect on her back, sprawled over the cushions, her long, wavy hair a thick blanket beneath her shoulders. I don't know how long we stared at each other in silence, but I could have done it for the rest of my life. The air was thick, choked and heavy, making it harder to breathe as I looked down into her brown eyes, lost for a long moment.
Eventually she pushed herself up onto her elbows, biting into her bottom lip as her thighs fell open. She didn't need to say a thing. I moved instinctively, settling above her, my legs between hers, my arms holding me above her.
I don't know who moved first, but suddenly her arms were around my neck and our lips were ferocious in their assault.
Our kisses up until that moment had been led by me, a little tentative despite my apparent talent in that department. But now? It was with equal fervor we met, our lips unyielding and almost desperate.
Her whole body was soft and pliant against mine, her arms strong in their hold around my neck. But slowly I guided her backward, our lips never faltering, never breaking contact for even a second, our tongues intertwined, lapping helplessly, greedily.
"I need to see you," she said, breaking the kiss for only long enough to speak, bringing us back together before I could answer. I don't know what she meant, but it didn't take long to realize. Grabbing the hem of my sweater, she pushed the fabric upward, slowly removing it from my body and throwing it to the floor, quickly doing the same thing to my shirt, leaving my topless and too warm under her smoldering gaze.
I returned the favor, committing every inch of her smooth skin to memory: the floral design of the tattoo that spanned her left side; the dip of her chest between her breasts that were still covered by her bra; the simplistic, feminine arrow tattoo on her tricep as she lifted her arms and helped me discard of her shirt. She is perfect. Every part of her. Next I fumbled with her bra, and she allowed me the moment of inexperience, looking proud when I finally freed her of the garment. Heat rose in my cheeks and I hated it, but her fingers brushed my jaw lightly and made me forget my embarrassment, bringing me right back to the present, wrapped in her and only her.
That was when her hands dropped and settled on the waistband of my jeans. My breath hitched and my eyes snapped to hers, but I wasn't scared; I just had no idea what I was doing. Sitting back on my haunches, I let her take the lead, watching her every movement with rapt attention and held breath as she unhooked the button and lowered my zipper. The noise was loud in the room, making my skin zing and my heart beat heavily and a little too fast for my liking.
I lifted myself, allowing her to lower my jeans and my boxer briefs in quick succession, and despite my nerves, I kicked them off alongside my shoes, with all the poise and grace of a nervous teenage boy.
"Holy …" Her words trailed off and instantly I worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked, glancing down at myself quickly before looking back at Bella.
She smiled and scooted herself to the edge of the sofa, using her small hands to pull me closer by the waist. "Is there any part of you that isn't perfect?" she asked, but I wasn't sure how to reply, confused about what she meant. Wasn't that supposed to be my line?
I could feel the heat, my blood battling between the flush of my cheeks and my cock. It made me feel lightheaded, and I couldn't quite decide on where to look. But her soft, appreciative gaze gave me the confidence to keep my eyes locked with hers, her head tilting back to look upward.
Part of me wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear, but the more prominent part froze me in place, my eyes on hers, with nothing but the pounding of my own heart in my ears.
I swallowed hard when her hands reached out, her chest heaving under her breaths, fingers skimming my bare hips and gripping lightly, urging me to take a shaky step forward.
"Have you ever …" She let her words trail off as she looked up at me, her thumbs brushing circles against my pelvis, making my skin burn.
"No," I croaked, clearing my throat quickly, my erection loud and achingly proud between us, perfectly level with Bella's face.
She smiled, but it was kind, and bit her lip. "I like that I'm your first." Her cheeks turned pink, a beautiful blush high on her cheekbones that I'd never been treated to before. It wasn't shy—she was anything but—it was humble almost and so pretty that my breath caught in my throat.
I could feel the throb, feel the burn in my bones, an ache that had never been eased by anyone but myself before. It was making me crazy, but I didn't know how to make a move; I didn't want to push her. I couldn't. She was in charge; she always was.
I watched, enthralled, as her tongue peaked out and licked her bottom lip. With one more reassuring look and just enough time for me to back out, if I chose, she leaned forward and licked the length of my shaft, from base to tip. My knees buckled and I swore, I think. I couldn't be sure; it was all a bit of a blur. Drawing a deep breath through my teeth, I whimpered when she leaned back, the distance between us feeling like a gaping hole I needed filled.
"Okay?" she asked, her voice low. I nodded quickly, unable to form a single word, let alone a sentence. "Try to stay standing," she teased lightly, reaching out to wrap her small hand around my throbbing cock. It felt like heaven and hell, so overwhelming my body felt as though it was warring with itself. I needed more, but I never wanted it to end.
She stroked me, and I think I saw stars. My head fell back, and my hips surged forward, and then her mouth was on me once more, her tongue licking the bead of pre-cum that leaked forth. She hummed, savoring the taste, and my head snapped back to look down at her, our eyes locking as she opened her mouth and took the tip of my erection between her warm lips. I held my breath as her head moved forward and her cheeks hollowed. I couldn't look away, my whole body focused on her and what she was doing, how she looked in that moment. Part of me was old-fashioned up until that point, believing that there was something degrading about a woman giving a man a blow job, but I was quickly proven wrong. Bella looked as though she was enjoying this just as much as I was. I had no control; she held all the power, and it suited her.
"Fuck," I groaned when I felt her tongue on the underside of my cock, the heat from her mouth engulfing me and her hand working in time. I couldn't hold out. There was no way.
My body was strung tight, every muscle contracting and staying there; the coil in my gut was humming and vibrating. I felt as though I was going to burst.
I did.
I came harder than I ever had before with very little warning. Instantly, I felt awful. Bella kept her movements steady and deep as I came in bursts down her throat.
"I'm so sorry," I spluttered eventually, my body still throwing random spasms. I should have warned her.
She hummed, and I thought I was going to come again, instantly. But she pulled her mouth off of me with a pop and a smile as she swallowed hard, her lips cleaning me, leaving my cock glistening with her saliva. .
"Don't apologize."
"I should have warned you."
Shaking her head, she pulled me by the waist and scooted back so I could collapse unceremoniously onto the sofa beside her, my chest heaving with exertion even though I had hardly done anything. Her smile was bright as she looked down at me, moving so she was draped over my chest, her hair wild and thick and glorious against my bare chest.
"There was no time." She shrugged. "It took you by surprise." Winking down at me, she continued, "I swallow anyway. No harm, no foul."
"I've had an orgasm before." I huffed, feeling a little defensive. "I should have known."
"Self-induced?" she asked. I screwed my eyes closed and nodded.
"Hey." With her thumb and forefinger, she tilted my head and I opened my eyes to look at her. "It's different. Stop beating yourself up and enjoy the afterglow."
"Are you okay?" I asked, her words making me feel a little better about the whole, sorry situation.
"I enjoyed that." Her smile was reassuring, her touch comforting. "All two minutes of it."
I groaned and threw my arms over my face as she laughed loudly. I couldn't help but laugh through my own embarrassment, even if I couldn't look at her just yet.
"I'm kidding!" She was still chuckling, even as she tried to pry my arms away from my face. "Practice makes perfect. And I'm more than willing to help you practice whenever you want."
"Yeah?" I asked, sounding whiny.
"Any time. Any place."
Suddenly, I was hit with the reminder of her needs as her bare chest met mine. I dropped my arms from my face and pulled her closer. "I want to return the favor," I whispered in her ear.
She hummed, skimming her fingers down my ribs. "Next time," she promised.
A/N
Thanks for reading!
For those of you who read Brats, I'm hoping to get that updated within the next few days.
As always, Mel is a SUPERSTAR and I'd be useless without her.