16

5:32 a.m.

Maybe it's the lack of sleep or the aftermath of the surge of adrenaline that coursed through me when Bella told me who her father was.

Maybe it's the feel of her mouth against mine, the taste of her tongue as we devour each other.

Whatever it is, I feel drunk sitting on her sofa.

She's straddling my legs, her body undulating slowly over me as my hand explores her perfect ass, up her hips, and slips under her shirt. My fingertips graze right under one of her tits, and I feel her shudder. I pause, wondering if she wants me to stop, but then she surprises me by breaking our kiss and ripping her shirt off, leaving her only in a set of Batman panties that make me smile.

I'm not smiling for long though, because my eyes settle on her tits and I let out a long breath.

She's fucking gorgeous.

She's not that large, but honestly, the amount of tit in front of me is perfect because of who it's attached to.

My hands snake up her ribs, my thumbs gently brushing her nipples, and she moans, her back arching as she leans into my touch.

My eyes flicker up to her face, surprised to see her so responsive to my touch. I flick over her nipples again, and her hips grind into me as her body nearly bends in half, trying to shove her chest deeper into my palms.

I let one thumb circle her left breast while my body leans forward. I lick her right tit and she cries out, her fingers fisting in my hair.

"More," she pants, her voice breathless. I smile at her, circling her nipple with my tongue, trying to tease her. It works unbelievably well. I can feel her shaking over me, her body stringing tighter and tighter.

"You're so responsive," I murmur, brushing my stubble across the soft skin of her breast. My thumb mimics the movements on the other one.

She lets out a low whine in her throat, and I smile, before gently nipping her with my teeth. Her surprised scream turns into a long moan as her fingers tug my hair so hard, it almost hurts. I grin and nip her again.

I can feel her thighs clamping down around mine, shaking with restraint and pleasure, and I want to watch her unravel.

I take her nipple back into my mouth, sucking hard as my free hand travels down her body, gripping her ass. She grinds against me harder as I play the different points of her body like a fucking instrument.

A few more tweaks and licks and nips, and a slap on her ass, and she's surprising me by coming, her breath catching as she throws her head back. I watch her, mesmerized by the lines of her throat, the arch of her back, the aching peaks of her breasts.

She's glorious.

She drags in a deep breath, coming back down as she opens her eyes to focus on me. I smile up at her, and she gives me a dizzy, drunken smile back. She leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips, her hands gripping both sides of my jaw. I pull her tighter against my chest, enjoying getting lost in the kiss.

After a few minutes, she pulls back from me, her fingers moving up to brush my hair back.

"Do you have a condom?"

I shift under her, smiling guiltily.

"Yeah, I do."

She smirks.

"Planned on getting lucky?"

I chuckle. "No, I was just a boy scout. I'm always prepared."

I don't know why this turns her on, but I can see in her eyes that it does. She grins, leaning down to kiss me hard before abruptly breaking the kiss.

"Then in that case," she says, leaning over to bite at my earlobe. I feel it go straight to my dick. "I hope you brought a few."