Hello Readers! This is your Author speaking…typing. Anyway, I want to warn everyone that is went from lemon to lime. Also, that sometimes I write in their current time first rather than the past and this was one of those times. So, when I finished this, I couldn't bring myself to write the past. Not only because this is about 4,000 words long, but because I felt as though this Chapter should be dedicated to them and not the past. So enjoy!
Chapter Seven
He could feel the air leave his lungs as Belle's eyes closed. Her long dark lashes framed her cheeks like crescent moons. She was so lovely. He wanted nothing more than to capture her face, her lips, and her body with his own. Even so, he didn't dare move. He knew that if he did, he would lose this moment, this chance with her. She would run away, cursing him further and surely she would leave. He had to wait for her to move this time.
Her lashes lifted to reveal those dark greens. They held a look he had seen only once and it was enough to send blood pooling deep in his groin. Shit. He held his ground, just watching her. She slowly moved toward him as if she were watching where she stepped. Her eyes held his as she laid a hand on his chest. That one palm burned into his skin and branded him. Air rushed into his lungs, he hadn't even realized he had needed the shit. He was so wrapped up in her every small movement.
Her lips curved slightly, "I've been dreaming of you too." His heart started to beat as if he had decided to run around the ship five times.
That was all he needed from her. His arms reached for her and he slammed her into his chest as their lips met in the middle.
He kissed her roughly, putting every single one of his demands on her lips. She met him with everything stroke of fire, setting the pace she wanted. He let her. This was going to be about her. She deserved so much better than all the shit he'd been putting her through since she had arrived on his ship. He was going to show her how much he really fucking appreciated her. He shifted her body to push her ass against the railing of the prow. He drank in the gasp she made as the cold wet metal bit through her shorts. He ran his hands up her ribcage and cupped the heavy weight of her breasts. He silently thanked any God that would listen. She wasn't wearing a bra. His thumbs stroked the hard tips through her thin tank. Her body jumped and shuddered against his. He continued to rub his thumbs back and forth until she was writhing uncontrollably against him. He just continued till little mews started to escape from their kiss. He used that opportunity to kiss her harder forcing his entrance into her mouth. He dueled his tongue with hers, darting in and out quickly, showing her what he was going to be doing to her soon. He did this till she gave in completely and snaked her arms around his neck and let him hold her weight entirely.
He broke from their kiss, grabbed her ass, lifted her so she could wrap her long legs around his hips, and grinded his cock right at her center. She gasped and clawed at his shoulders and back as she struggled to get his jacket off. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and started to walk them both away from the cold open air. She deserved better than to be taken on the cold wooden floor outside. He wanted her in his bed, saying his name.
She took the time to lay soft kiss on his ear as he walked, making it hard for him to concentrate. He could barely hear anything beyond the blood thundering in his ears. He had to grit his teeth as she started to nibble on his ear, causing a shot of adrenaline to pump in his veins and his dick to strain painfully against his jeans. She reached his neck right over his jugular and licked there. Shit, they weren't going to make it to his room if she kept doing this to him. He growled at her in warning only to feel her laughter vibrate through him. His heart squeezed in a funny way at the sound, deep, husky, and sexy.
She had reached his collar bone by the time he reached his door. He was about to open it when she sucked on just the right spot. Pleasure shot all the way down his spine and straight into the base of his cock. He forgot about the door and slammed her body on to it. He dug his hand into her rightly braided hair and grabbed at the roots to yank her head back. Her eyes were full of laughter and lust as he stared at her, breathing hard. "Damn woman," he snarled as she smiled at him, her cheeks flushed with desire. He claimed her lips once more to wipe that smile from her face. He could still feel her lips curving up as he assaulted her mouth. So he grinded his hips as hard as he could at the heat he could feel right through his jeans. She forgot about teasing him and started to run her fingers through his hair, causing him to shiver.
He fumbled with the knob of the door and sent a prayer of thanks as he finally got the thing to turn and let him in. He ripped her from him and threw her on his bed. She bounced on his sheets while laughing. He just growled at her again, more animal than man at this point. She curved her swollen lips in a fashion that would make a siren proud. Standing on her knees she grabbed her braid and ripped the band off that constrained the mass of black. Her hair fanned around her as she reached for the hem of her tank and lifted the article of clothing over her head and let it drop on the floor.
Fire burned in his lungs. Lava flowed in his veins. The heat that surrounded him, consumed him, as he looked at her was unbearable. She took his breath away. The shadows clung to her curves in all her secrets hollows and dips. The light that did show made her fair skin seem to glow like the treasure she was. Her chest was moving up in down from his breath stealing kisses. Drawing attention to her ample breasts, and the pink hard peaks he had been worshiping before. He licked his lips as he thought of those hard tips before him.
He took off his gloves and shrugged off his jacket as his eyes captured hers. They stared into each other as he kicked off his boots, leaving him only in his jeans. He stalked toward her, wanting her to watch him as he came at her.
He tackled her to the bed. Chest to chest, lips to lips, hands exploring and scratching. With effort he stopped kissed her to allow himself to explore her further. He started to kiss down her throat, taking little nips here and there to taste her wherever he went. She dug her fingers into his hair and twisted under his mouth as he moved lower to her collarbone, then slowly to the curve above her right breast. He licked her skin there and moved ever slower as he swirled his tongue.
Belle could barely breathe, let alone think, as Smoker's mouth moved on her body. His hands were holding her down to restrict her movement, but that didn't stop her from trying. She couldn't help it, not with the all consuming inferno that she was trapped in. She lifted her head to look at him, to ask him to let her move. She wanted to explore that hard tightly muscled body. His eyes captured hers. She couldn't look away as he smiled at her. She watched him as he moved over her breast and licked at her nipple. Her mouth fell open as pleasure rippled through her and pooled a flood of heat in her lower abdomen. She couldn't look away as he lapped at her once, twice, and then finally took her into his mouth completely. Her head flew back as she moaned, unable to keep the sound from escaping her throat. She tightened her grip on his hair as her body bucked as she felt him roll her nipple around his mouth causing lava to flow in her blood and gather in one place. Stealing her strength, she lifted her head to meet his hungry eyes once more. He smiled like a predator, making her already thundering heart to skip and pound harder. He released her nipple and moved to her neglected one and gave it the same treatment. This time, she wouldn't look away. Her eyes stayed wide as she watch him work on her, causing her to burn hotter, breath faster, yearn stronger. Her hips moved restlessly, searching for something, anything, to relieve the throbbing that consumed her.
He wasn't interested in giving her relief yet. He moved his head lower, making sure she was watching him. His mouth and hands leaving a trail of fire in their wake, making her mouth hang open as if she couldn't get enough air into her lungs. He reached the edge of her shorts and smiled that animalistic smile as he peeled the shorts off her ass, lifted himself on his knees, and pulled her legs with him to pull the confining shorts off. She hadn't been wearing panties just as she hadn't been wearing a bra. Such things always got in the way and chaffed when moving was all one did.
She studied him as he stared down at her. His face was harsh with lines she now recognized as lust. His eyes met hers once more, ravenous. She got even hotter. She wasn't sure if such a thing was possible, but obviously it was. He kept eye contact as he grabbed her legs, threw them over his shoulders and settled down to wrapped an arm around her leg and on her lower belly to restrict movement. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was going to do. Watching him watch her, he lowered his head above her most secret place and licked in one long stroke like a cat. Belle's body went through a spasm of pleasure as she felt the wet muscle of his tongue on her tight nerves. Still she couldn't look away. He growled as he licked her again, as if he were enjoying himself. The sight alone was erotic as hell for her. Without warning he latched himself on to her clit causing her to lose her strength as she bit back a scream. She bucked and squirmed as she felt him twirl and suck on her button of nerves. His arm kept her firmly in place, and even if she somehow scooted away in a desperate attempt to escape his onslaught, he would drag her back ruthlessly. Belle grabbed a pillow and bit down on it to keep from screaming. She felt him shift as he refocused his attention from her clit to the entrance between her folds. Her breath left her body in one shot as he inserted that pink muscle into her body, and rubbed his nose where his tongue had been. She could feel the overflowing pool that had built up inside of her bubbling. Grabbing onto the side of the bed, her body arched uncontrollably as her internal damn overflowed and exploded. She screamed into the pillow as he drank her in.
Smoker raised his head to look at the woman he had devoured. Her chest was heaving up and down beautifully, her skin flushed pink, and her hair spread everywhere on his sheets. She was truly a sight to behold, and he savored the picture before him. With a smile that could only be associated as a satisfied male, he stood on his knees. Her head turned and studied him under hooded lids. He caught her gaze and showed her his hands. He let her gaze refocus on his hands so that she would watch them as he move to unbutton his jeans. His cock jumped in excitement at where her eyes were locked. With all the slowness in the world he undid the button and slid down the zipper. He could see her breathe quicken as he hooked his thumbs under the hem of his jeans and boxers. His eyes never left her face as he pulled down the all too confining materials. Pleasure filled his chest as he watched her eyes widen as looked at him. Her eyes jumped to his face and then back at his cock, causing the thing to jump as if he was raising his hand to say "hey hey, look at me"! He let his body fall, catching his weight on his hands by her head so that he was over her body once more. Slowly, he rested his weight more on his forearms and took in her face. She seemed almost unsure now.
"Belle," he whispered. Her eyes met his. "Are you alright with this?" There were so many other questions swimming around in his head that seemed important but couldn't quite understand over the throbbing in his cock. Everything in him demanded that he bury himself so deep within her so that she could never get him out. So even though that question sure as hell wasn't enough, it was the best he could choke out.
She nodded. He studied her classic features as her chin set. He couldn't help himself. He bent his head and took her mouth.
He used his thighs to shift her legs further open to him. As soon as he made enough room, he grabbed his cock and used his hand to guide himself inside of her. He stopped kissing her as he gritted his teeth. She was beyond wet and ready for him, but even so getting inside of her was not easy. He pushed as hard as he dared, not wanting to hurt her. He quickly took in her face and was reassured as he saw her eyes closed, her mouth open, and could feel her nails digging into his biceps. Burying his face into her neck he pushed farther in. He was breathing hard by the time he was fully seated within her. She was so hot, slick, and tight he could barely think. All he knew was that if he wasn't careful, he could lose himself utterly and completely in her.
Belle was amazed that he fit in her. When she had seen him, all of him, she had started to have second thoughts. Smoker was a large man. She guessed it made sense that the rest of him would be large also. Even though he was large, he was beautiful. His large body had been tight with strain as he had stood over her. Then when he had released that hard male rod of his, she knew at that moment he was the perfect example of a potent male. With that large rounded mushroom head that cut off at a sharp ridge and down on to his large shaft. She had wanted to grab on to him, to give him the same pleasure he had given her, but she had been unable to move. Now he was on top of her and stretching her so widely it was pleasure boarded on pain. She could feel everything, from his ridged head to the pulsing blood in his cock. She had been with other men before, but nothing compared to this experience.
She opened her eyes and slowly moved her hands to wrap her arms around his large back. She felt his body shudder against her, and in her. "Smoke," she whispered hoarsely, as she snuggled her face into his neck. She heard him take in a deep breath and that's when he moved. Pleasure rippled through her entire body as he rocked gently into her; the ridge of his head caressing her folds in a way that nothing else could. The breath left her body as he rocked harder into her intensifying the ripples into waves. "S-Smoke," She groaned as he grunted and shifted slightly to bury himself deeper into her core. Him rhythm quickly changed to rocking to the primal thrusts that were the ancient steps to pleasure for every man and woman since the beginning of time. Belle moaned into her lover's neck as the pool of lava that had built in her before started to rise once more. She dug her nails into the ever moving and shifting muscles of his back. She shifted and pressed her breasts harder into his chest as she threw her head back to try and get more oxygen into her lungs. Noticing her movement, she felt him settle his weight on his left forearm. That's when she felt his hand on her breast once more, her heart pumped, knowing what he was going to do. And just as his actions promised, he grabbed her nipple between his fingers and rolled the tight bead, pinching, and squeezing. Her hands flew and fluttered wildly, unsure what to do with themselves as pleasure assaulted her body in so many different ways. She gripped his shoulders finally, and moved her head so she could get his ear between her teeth. She wanted him just as wild and uncontrollable as he made her.
He shuddered and pumped harder into her, causing the pleasure to rise higher and faster. If he kept this up they were both going to explode, and she wasn't quite sure if she would survive the explosion.
Suddenly he lifted his upper body and pulled out of her, Belle cried out at the sudden emptiness she felt. She was in such shock she almost didn't notice his face. It was flushed with exertion, rough, and hungry. Before she could think about it he grabbed both her legs and threw them over his shoulders once more. She blinked, but then he grabbed himself and pushed into her once again. Her eyes widened as he locked his gaze with her. He leaned forward to rest his weight on his hands by her head, in the process stretching her legs toward her body. He was fully in her once more, but in such a different way. She felt his thighs on her ass as he pushed himself so deeply within her she could feel him nudging the end of her. She couldn't find enough air to fill her lungs as her started the slow process of rocking once more. She noticed that he was looking down. She lifted her head to see what he was seeing and gasped. He was watching their bodies join together, him moving within her and out of her. Now she was watching it too, amazed, and even more so turned on.
She felt his eyes on her face as she watched their bodies, and met his gaze. "Do we have," he breathed heavily, "protection?" His voice was gravelly and rough with desire.
His thrusts were hard and fast at this point, bouncing her body, and heightening their pleasure further. She could barely think as she felt the beginnings of her second orgasm. "I'm," she moaned and arched her back as Smoker leaned forward pressing deeper into her, and latched onto one of her breasts. "I'm," she tried to breath, "I'm on the pill."
She felt and heard him growl, "Good." With that he pulled out of her again and she gasped in shock.
"Would you stop doing that," she snarled, but he wasn't listening.
He turned her on her belly and laid down on his side right next to her. She looked at him confused, but he grabbed her again and pulled her back against his chest. She tried to open her mouth to ask him what he was doing only to have him interrupt her by lifting her leg and entering her once more from behind. She couldn't breathe. If he kept doing this to her she knew she was going to die. He thrust hard into her, not giving her a chance to adjust to him in this new position. He hooked her leg behind his thigh so he could curl his hips more effectively. Turning her head to the side she offered her mouth and he took greedily. She felt his arm on her hip and then his fingers as he started to play with her clit as he upped the temp on his thrusts. He snaked his other arm under her and curled it so he could cup her breast and played with her nipple to add to her pleasure further. Everything in her body was throbbing and heated, burning with their combined passions. Pleasure flooded and surrounded her, giving her no escape. She faintly heard herself screaming and moaning into their kiss, but she wasn't there. She was being washed and swept away in the waves of pleasure he was so graciously giving her.
Her body tightened, arched, the dam of lava within her body had built up and lowered to many times. The dam ruptured and she exploded. Her body jumped and convulsed in pleasure, as she was lifted to the stars.
He drank in her cries and continued to thrust into her tight contracting heat to help carry her off further. Finally however, it became too much for even him. She was still pulsing and tightly gripping him, until he felt that inferno that had been burning in his gut release. His balls tightened as he thrust helplessly into her, releasing everything he had into her. The pulses of his release caused his entire body to pulse in pleasure also.
Finally she had milked everything out of him and he was spent. He still held this incredible woman in his arms, his body still resting inside of her. Even though his body was sweating, his lungs were burning, his body weak, and his head spinning. He felt an odd sense of calm within his chest. The eye in the center of his internal storm, that's what it was. He nuzzled her neck and breathed her in. He felt her turn and he let her. Let their bodies separate even though he felt strangely bereft. She then cuddled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled as she let out a contented sigh. He closed his eyes and let himself drift to sleep, that smile still on his lips.