Sorry that you had to wait so long, but finally there it is :)

Warning: A shameless smut is here, even more graphic than in previous chapter I think.

But I hope you like it nonetheless. :))

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The dream melted away, her mind awoke at the sudden realization of the heaviness on her body, and the sound of someone's breathing reaching her ears and a foreign scent haunting her nostrils. For a moment she wanted to scream, her eyes instantly shooting open, only to see Nick's naked body snuggled next to hers, the bedcovers thrown somewhere to the side. Her racing heart calmed down immediately, pleasant memories of the previous day darting back to her mind and a small smile graced her face.

She shifted slightly, looking down at Nick, his head pillowed just under her breasts, hot breath tickling her delicate skin, his one arm draped loosely over her waist and their feet entwined together. He looked so serene, and the early morning sunlight peeking through the curtains made his smooth bare skin twinkle beautifully, and oh it was just irresistible.

She ran her fingertips along his spine, just the lightest of touches, and observed with a lazy smile as a shiver ran through his body. She repeated the motion through his entire back, goosebumps appearing where her fingers glided. When she traced his neck, his grip tightened and a strangled grunt elicited from his throat, as he snuggled to her even closer. Her hand buried into his ruffled hair, disheveling them only more, when she played with the soft strands, combing through them, enfolding around her fingers, creating little curls there.

Her stomach fluttered, a twinge of pleasure hitting right to her core, when he shifted his hips slightly and she could suddenly feel his hard length pressing against her thigh. The feeling of his soft hot flesh against her leg awaked the wanting in her and craving for the pleasure from the day earlier, the most wonderful thing she had ever experienced. The remains of sleep left her completely, replaced by the need.

Fortunately, Nick seemed to be waking. His body stirred, a muffled yawn coming from his lips, as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against her skin, sending a shudder through her. Slowly his head yanked up, and their eyes locked with each other, a small and uncertain smile on his face as the realization of their position dawned at him.

She took his head in her hands, kissing his nose sweetly and muttering "Good morning".

He grinned, bending down and nuzzling her neck, his own greetings only a whisper on his lips, muffled slightly by a quiet yawn, his mind apparently still being fuzzy with sleep, although his body distinctly wasn't.

She ran her hands through his back, nails scratching so very slightly to have him shivering, and she felt him smirking against her neck, just before he pressed his mouth there, gently nipping and sucking the sensitive skin.

His hips bucked forward when a quiet moan escaped her lips, his strained member rubbing against her leg, but then inadvertently it nudged against her wet curls and she squirmed and gasped as the sudden jolt of pleasure shot straight to her groin. Nick was truly waking a monster in her, the shyness and fear from just a day earlier replaced by pure desire, and it was a wonderful feeling and oh how she needed more of it, more friction… and so she started to shamelessly grind against him looking for some.

His hands immediately gripped her hips, keeping them in place, and he chuckled when she whined and tugged at his hair. His lips returned to her neck, his tongue darting out to lick at her pulse point and traced its way up through her jaw and to her lips, gently nibbling at her bottom lip.

He then pulled away a little, her hands tightly twined around his neck, not allowing him to pull away an inch more. He looked deeply into her eyes, her own darker than normally, regarding him with affection and desire, or at least he thought so. It was difficult for him to believe that Belle could look at him in that way, and the part of his mind, the broken part, tried to justify this as a result of her awakening and maybe some hot dream she had and which still didn't quite leave her mind. The other part of his, however, wanted to believe that this look was genuine and really meant for him, no matter how undeserving for that he was.

Now however, a new thing showed in her eyes, a worry, and she bit her lower lip in that terribly adorable way of hers, making his cock twitched and made him almost groan, and a sudden thought appeared in his mind, a new idea, something he would really want to try with her, although he lacked experience with it, and he only hoped that Belle would find his proposal interesting and agreeable, instead of repulsing.

A question painted on her face, but before she could speak it, he leaned down, his lips at her ear, his hot breath hitting it when he whispered. "I want to try a new thing sweetheart… But only if you agree, of course" He felt her tremble when he nibbled at her earlobe, and she gasped slightly, but then her hands tugged at his hair, pulling his head up until they could look each other in the eyes again.

"What do you want to try?" she asked quietly, blushing sweetly, her palms absently combing through his hair, making it difficult for him to gather his thoughts.

"Would you let me to… um… use my mouth? Down there?" he asked so quietly that she barely heard him, but when the words reached her, she hesitated. His mouth felt amazing on the rest of her body, but there…? The idea was kinda strange for her, but if she wouldn't like it, she could just tell him and he would stop, she knew it. Besides, nothing bad in trying new things anyway, right? And she really needed his touch right now or she would go mad.

Slowly she nodded and he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his tense body relaxing. Bending down he pressed his lips against hers for a brief and sweet kiss, his forehead resting against hers when he pulled back. "Tell me if you don't like something and I will stop" he murmured, his breath tickling her nose, and she smiled, her arms squeezing him tightly for a second before loosening.

"I will tell you, but please, just touch me already" she pleaded, her face all red at her bold words, and he grinned and kissed her forehead, then her nose and lips next, while his hands left her hips and gently cupped her soft breasts, his fingers brushing against her nipples until they grew hard, and she was already breathing heavily.

His mouth replaced hands, and when his lips latched around her taut nipple, sucking, swirling and licking at it, before shifting sides and doing the same with the second one, she was all wet and writhing, and panting under him.

He moved his hands down her body, one arm stilling her hips again, while the second slid through her slickness, fingers teasing her cleft, and a soft whimper escaped her mouth, followed by a louder moan when he finally touched this little swollen bundle of nerves.

She was vaguely aware of his lips leaving her breasts and moving down her stomach, until his hands grasped her thighs, spreading them wider, his breath suddenly hitting her sensitive area. He stopped then and she looked at him, seeing a question in his eyes, a silent plead for her consent, even despite that she already granted it.

He was truly a considerate man, making sure she really wanted this, not wanting to do something she could feel uncomfortable with. It was so truly sweet of him, that lovely side only she was permitted to see, and her heart swell for it. For a second the image of Gaston darted into her mind, the absolute opposite of careful and gentle Nick, but she threw it away. She had now, before her eyes, her Nick; a man who was making her feel like she was something special, even despite the short time they actually knew each other. She felt totally safe with him and although she still felt a little embarrassed lying all bare before him, wet and lustful, it didn't matter. He cherished her, and not only now, but always when they were together; his every touch, every look he sent her, all showing how much he cared. Could she even dream about something more, something greater than this fantastic feeling of being important and cared of, as if she really mattered?

She smiled at him coyly, her heart growing and racing not only from her excitement, but from some deep emotion, she had no mind right now to call it what it was, as she spread her legs wider for him as an encouragement.

Being propped up on the pillows she watched as his face disappeared between her thighs and at the sudden and unfamiliar sensation of his tongue at her folds she squeaked. It was a weird feeling, to have his wet tongue there, but with every next lap of it, the sensation became a true pleasure, one completely fogging her mind, and her head fell back on the pillows, her eyes shutting.

When suddenly his tongue swirled around her clit, her hips shot upwards unconsciously, her back arching, and hands digging painfully into his skull. The multiple jolts of pleasure ran through her, and she couldn't hold back her whimpers and loud moans anymore.

His grip on her hips tightened, while two fingers of his second hand slid into her tight opening, his tongue lapping at her sensitive nub. Not able to move her hips, she tightened the grasp on his hair, pulling him even closer to her than he already was, her one leg lacing around his shoulders, holding him firmly in place.

She was so very close the edge, the pressure building inside her almost unbearable, and she only needed a little more. Whirling under him, as much as his grip allowed, she managed to breathe a weak 'Please', hoping that he wouldn't be teasing her. It was not his plan fortunately, as his mouth closed around her mound, sucking at it, and fingers being inside her curled in this wonderful way, hitting just the right spot. She was almost, almost there…

His teeth scraped at her bud and she was suddenly crying out, shouting something that could have been his name, and he felt her body spasm, the inner walls closing around his fingers, her back arching into a bow, while she rocked his hand and mouth through her climax, and oh, the feeling of her breaking apart for him, and because of him, couldn't be more wonderful…

When she collapsed back against the pillows, panting hard, he settled for drinking her juices, her spicy scent mixed with the musky flavor making his cock harden more, though he thought this impossible, and suddenly very aware of his needs and desperately needing some friction he reached one hand down to touch himself, to give himself at least a little relief, while he drank her sweet moisture.

He merely managed few small strokes before he felt himself being pushed back and he landed on his back, Belle suddenly straddling his thighs, and his strained cock pressed against her stomach when she bent down to kiss him on the lips, her eager tongue plundering his mouth.

As she could taste herself on his tongue, she moaned, the sensation of tasting her own juices odd but surprisingly not unpleasant. She kissed him deeply, her tongue swirling around his, and she bit his bottom lip before pulling back, her palms coming up to stroke his cheeks, while his were lazily roaming along her back.

He looked deep into her eyes, a coy smile at his lips. "How was that, sweetheart?" He felt a little stupid for asking, he made her climaxing after all, so it had to be good for her, right? But he had to make sure anyway.

She pressed a sweet kiss on his cheek and nuzzled his neck. "I have no words to describe how wonderful it was, Nick", she murmured into his ear, and relieved, he kissed her temple.

He usually felt really insecure in bed, a merit of his ex-wife, but for Belle he tried very hard to be good and it seemed that he was actually able to satisfy her, with both; hands and mouth, and maybe soon with all of him, and he never felt so good and confident as he did now, his heart and very soul growing from pride.

He sighed, wanting to kiss her temple again, but she titled her head in that moment, looking at him closely, a sheepish expression painting on her lovely features.

The question was on her mouth, but sudden embarrassment burned her face, tying her tongue into a tight knot.

"What is it sweetheart?" he inquired with sultry voice, although with a note of concern. She swallowed, before smiling nervously, her lips slightly trembling. His eyes were focused on her face, his body staying absolutely still, although it had to be killing him, while he waited for her unspoken words.

Finally she gathered the courage and blurted out in one breath. "Could I do the same to you?"

For a moment he was confused, her quiet and hasty words needing time to register in his mind, but when they did, his eyes widened, his jaw hanging open and breath hitching in his throat. His thoughts started to scurry, his heart accompanying, and he tried to calm down and think this through.

If she really wanted this, there was nothing bad in agreeing, right? Belle was inexperienced and eager to explore and learn, so of course she wanted to try that too... Maybe she wanted to simply give him pleasure, make him feel as good as she felt?, a small part of him shyly suggested.

But then he suddenly remembered doing this once with his wife; the loathing look on her face after she had first tasted him and her immediate retreat to the bathroom, leaving him unfinished and humiliated…

He mentally shook, trying to put unpleasant memories aside and focus at the beauty before him. Belle wasn't Milah, he reminded himself, and even if she wouldn't like the feeling of his thickness in her mouth, she wouldn't make his heart and soul feel wounded, as his ex-wife did so many times...

Yes, Belle surely wouldn't humiliate him, he reassured himself.

Eventually he nodded and she beamed, kissing his mouth once more, and he couldn't suppress his own smile at her joy. She played with his bottom lip for a while, her fingers bravely sliding to his nipples and twisting them, until he was moaning into her mouth, his hips thrusting and grinding desperately, before he could even think about it and stop.

She smirked and slid her head down, licking one nipple on her way down, kissing and sucking at the skin on his flat belly, muscles there trembling slightly, and she slid her mouth still further, until she reached his straining erection and stopped there for a moment, backing away her head a little so to look at his pulsing member.

She always thought that this part of a man's body could be nothing more than quite repulsive, whether to look at or to touch, but not with Nick. The sight of his hard length made her proud, proud that she was the person who could bring him to that state, that when he was not interested in any other woman, he was interested in her, and he found her attractive. And he was no less attractive too; his lithe form being actually really pleasant under her fingers or mouth, in every place, and she felt like she could explore him the entire day and she still wouldn't tire of it.

Gently she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, smiling when it twitched, and she lowered her head, experimentally licking the soft tip, wincing slightly at the bitter taste of his pre cum. She heard him hissing, while his hand delved into her hair, but not pushing, only laying there, caressing her scalp gently.

She returned her attention to his cock, this time taking the tip fully into her mouth, sucking carefully, the liquid not unpleasant anymore, and her tongue darted out to swirl around the soft head, while her hand stroked his shaft up and down slowly.

The sounds he was making, soft gasps and little moans, encouraged her and with just a little hesitation she took him a little deeper, tongue pressing to the underside of his shaft, as she started to move her head up and down his length, and his noises grew louder and more guttural, little shakes heaving his body.

Very tentatively she moved her free hand to his balls, gently stroking them, her second hand still grasping the hilt and her mouth clasping a little tighter around him, and if his now loud and deep throaty groans and grunts were any indication, then he really liked what she was doing.

His breath sped up suddenly, his body shaking more and his thrusts more desperate, although still careful to not make her gag, and she could tell he was close. She wasn't sure if she should finish him like that, by her mouth, the idea of his seed in her mouth not very appealing for her, although not so repulsing that she wouldn't try if he asked. But he didn't, instead tugging gently at her hair, until her mouth left his length with a popping sound, and he pulled her to him into a deep, thought a little clumsy, kiss.

Their tongues swirled together, her one hand still stroking his cock, speeding up when his movements became yet faster, and soon his body went all rigid, their kiss breaking when, growling and shouting her name, he spurted himself out into her palm and his abdomen.

His head slumped back against the pillows, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted, as he tried to catch his breath, white bliss overflowing his mind.

Belle kissed his scratchy cheek, brushing aside a dark band which fell over his eye, before taking few tissues from her nightstand and cleaning them both from the result of his pleasure.

When the tissues landed in the dustbin staying in the corner, she came back to bed, curling next to Nick, who was still breathing heavy with his eyes still closed. She snuggled to him closer, her head resting comfortably against the headboard, while her hand drew idle patterns on his stomach, and his arms instinctively wrapped around her to hold her close.

She tilted her head to look at him, the position of her head a little higher than his own allowing her a good view. He was beautiful to her, not that only handsome, but utterly beautiful; inside and out. His face was now incredibly relaxed, depriving him of years, and this sweet contented little smile illuminating his features made her heart flutter.

She felt so good in his arms, and so content, that she could stay like this forever. Just lying in his strong warm arms, staring at his handsome face, breathing in his wonderful smell, and all the rest of the world didn't matter anymore.

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When his breath had finally evened, he started to trail open mouthed kisses along her throat and jaw, ending at her lips, just brushing them, before he leaned to her ear, his breath hot at her skin when he murmured "You are absolutely astounding, darling" and nibbled at her earlobe, making her gasp and sink more into his arms.

He pulled back, his lips curling into something between cockiness and fondness, while he sat with his back against the headboard, pulling her with him, so that she settled between his legs, and snuggled into his chest comfortably, her head settling pleasantly just under his chin, her hands at his shoulders, and he winded his arms around her, rubbing her back tenderly.

"So, what are we going to do now?" he asked after a while, kissing her forehead, and she raised her head to look at him, nudging his chin with her nose. "I think I am content with lying in bed for now…" She smiled when he chuckled and he kissed her forehead again, before she hid her head in the crook of his neck.

They sat in silence for a moment, only their breathing audible, before a sudden recalling thought appeared in her mind. Today was Tuesday, June seventeenth, and that meant that tomorrow was her birthday… She always spent this day with her father, a small celebration, a day only for the two of them, but well, not any more. She should be sad at the thought, but she actually wasn't, the grudge and anger at her father bigger than sentimental thoughts, and a gloomy laugh darted through her throat before she could stop it.

Nick looked at her puzzled, a slight crease between his brows, and she sighed deeply, finally suppressing her stupid laugh. "I just… realized something now" she looked him in the eyes, an anxious look present there, as if he thought that this evidently dreary realization could consider his person.

She kissed his Adam's apple, before nuzzling into his shoulder again. "I just remembered what day is tomorrow. My birthday. And I realized that this is going to be my first birthday spent without my father…" she sighed deeply again, and then looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have such thoughts after… our activities… I don't know why this popped up in my mind right now…"

He hushed her with his lips on hers, and when he backed away from her and leaned back against the headboard, he looked at her with an expression she couldn't quite read, something between relief and worry. "Why haven't you told me earlier? About your birthday".

She scowled, more at herself than him. She was so engrossed in her dates with Nick, that she had completely forgotten about her birthday. Usually it was one of her favorite days of the year, and now she had almost missed it, because this man was fully occupying her mind. Not that it was a bad thing, of course.

She smiled at him, and kissed his mouth, not being able to suppress the urge to do so. "I just forgot to mention, sorry" she murmured between kisses, and almost whined when he gently pushed her away. "What do you want then? Just tell me, and you will have it" he said with such a determination in his voice and on his face, that she almost giggled.

Her hands tangled in his incredible hair, combing through it, and she brushed her nose against his affectionately. "I don't need anything, Nick. Just… your company will be enough…" She nuzzled into him again, her hands playing with a soft strands at the nape of his neck, nails scraping at his scruff, and he made a sound, something between a growl and purr.

He hugged her tighter, kissing the tip of her head, and sighing heavily. "Just tell me Belle, don't be ashamed to ask for something… What would you want, hm? Jewelry? Beautiful dress? Or maybe a car? Please, tell me and you will have it, sweetheart" he pleaded.

She almost choked when he mentioned a car.

She would never even thought about such an expensive gift, not to mention to actually ask for it, and he said that in such a serious manner, as if this was an absolutely normal thing to buy someone... And why did he insist at it and couldn't just believe that all what she wanted and needed was just and only his presence?

An answer appeared in her head, just when the question formed. His ex-wife. He didn't mention anything about her, but what he did say, how she had forbade him to seeing their son, didn't create a positive image of her. Belle was also pretty sure that his insecurities and his self-doubting when it came to intimacy and his body, that it was all caused by this Milah. Wouldn't be a surprise then, if she actually demanded from him costly presents while their marriage still lasted. Well, she will have to talk with Nick about this… this woman… someday, and make sure he would see a difference, but now it was not the time.

She left the comfortable curve between his neck and shoulder, and pulled back so to have his face before hers, and softly she cradled it in her hands. "I really don't want any presents, Nick, especially not ones costing so much. All I want is to spend a nice day with you".

There was a protest at his mouth, but she silenced it with a kiss. "Just… Please, Nick…" She begged, her sweet tongue tracing the curve of his lips, and he finally sighed relenting. "Okay, if this is what you really want…" he sighed into her mouth again, before withdrawing.

She focused her gaze at his eyes, looking in them deeper than ever before, and for a second she lost herself in them. "Yes, yes it is" she finally breathed, when she remembered how to speak, but still couldn't break away from those brown pools. From so close she could see in them small golden dots and a few almost black specks, and oh, it was as if his eyes could absorb her very soul.

His cheeks grew red under her scrutiny and finally he averted his gaze, glancing at his feet, a sudden chilliness shuddering their bodies. He leaned forward, reaching for a discarded blanket, and pulled it on them, making sure Belle's body was snugly covered and warm.

She rested her head against his chest, her hands wrapped around his waist and her eyelids suddenly very heavy as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

His arms held her tightly against him, hands spreading at her back to touch as much of her velvety skin as possible, and he leaned his head on the top of hers, breathing in her flowery scent, and wondering about what she said.

He was used to buying expensive gifts for a woman, his ex-wife always demanding ones and expressing her displeasure when he didn't spend enough money for it. Not only once almost all his month's salary went on gifts for her, and, as he didn't make at the time as much money as he did now, she was never content.

The thought that Belle would want an expensive present was a normal thought then, but now, after deeper consideration, it indeed didn't seem like her. Belle was so very different from Milah on so many levels, that he constantly had to be correcting his way of thinking.

Belle didn't want his money, didn't care about it, she actually cared about his company, abut his very person. That was one of the things he so much valued in her.

But, even without an expensive gift, she still could, and should have a wonderful birthday. A memorable one. Especially since it's going to be her first birthday spent without her family, as she had mentioned, so he has to make sure that she would be happy.

Plans started to rush through his mind and he knew what he would do. A nice and romantic surprise for her, yes. He would have to go do some shopping and make arrangements, but this could wait. Hm, he had to open his shop also, but that could wait too. He had his beauty in his arms now and didn't want to leave just yet. There was still time until tomorrow after all, and as for now, they could just lie in bed, snuggled into each other, sleep a little while longer, and even his rumbling stomach wasn't an enough reason to detach him from Belle's warm embrace.

He buried his head in her soft chestnut curls, her scent and warmth intoxicating him and slowly he started to doze off, joining her in light slumber.