Chapter 12

"Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out," Bella whispered in his ear.

It was all the invitation Paul needed. He cupped Bella's face in his hands and crushed his mouth against hers, and kissed her with the bone-deep craving he'd been growing inside him these past few weeks. Evenly hungry and hot mouth sucked his tongue into her mouth, and Paul moaned deeply. The kiss felt incredible, nothing he had ever felt before.

Needing the air, he placed open mouth kisses on her jaw. He fisted his hand into her long ponytail, tied it around his hand a few times, and tucked her head gently to get better access to her neck. The noise Bella made pulsed through his spine to his aching cock, adding the need for her. Her pink lips slightly parted and eyes closed, she looked like a goddess.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful, Bella," he sighed and attacked her lips again.

They moved so that Bella was straddling him.

"You taste so good," Bella said, sucking his bottom lip and flicking it with her tongue. She kissed his jaw and traced it with the tip of her tongue to his ear lobe, where she circled his hook and sucked it into her mouth.

"Fuuuuck," His whole body reacted to the sensation of her hot mouth on his pierced ear. He pressed Bella's hips against him, and Bella met his thrusts with rolling hips.

Bella entwined her hands in his hair and tugged roughly, pressing her mouth onto his; it felt divine. Paul's whole body was shivering; he had never felt want and need so strong. He would burst soon, literally.

Bella scraped her short nails through Paul's scalp, and he detached his lips from Bella's with a loud hiss. He was losing it. This was so much more than he had dreamed of. He was fucking losing it.

Paul's mouth moved to Bella's jaw, and he kissed his way to her neck, where he sucked and licked the spot where her black pearl was sitting. Bella leaned her head to give him more room and pushed her neck into his hungry mouth. He sucked her pulsing point making his mark there.

He slid his hand under her thick sweater. He felt her bra-clad breast, a perfect fit for his hand.

"Damn, I want you, Bella! I want you so bad," Paul panted, thrusting his hips against her. All those fantasies he had had of her vanished. This was real. She was real and here with him now. Fuck, it felt like heaven, but damn he wouldn't last long like this.

"I want you too," Bella answered huskily, nipping his bottom lip.

"If we continue this, I'm gonna come nto my pants," he grunted but continued thrusting. It felt too good to stop. He sucked her lips; he couldn't stop tasting her, pushing his hips up to her harder and harder in his desperate need.

And Bella was right there with him. She moaned.

"Oh god, Paul, so good!"

She rotated her hips with more force. She grabbed Paul's shoulder and leaned back. Her long ponytail flooded to the ground as she rocked on Paul's lap, lips parted, licking her lips. "So, fucking good."

Paul was fucking losing his shit. He had guessed that Bella wouldn't be shy of sex, but the sight before him was hot as fuck, almost too much. Total sensory overload. He started to feel the familiar tightening in his low abdomen, and he knew if they went on even a little longer, he would cream his pants. But he continued to ground his hips against Bella.

"Jesus, woman. I'm gonna come soon." He crashed his mouth on Bella's again and fucked her with his tongue.

Suddenly something big dashed into the cave and scared the shit out of them. Bella screamed and yanked away from Paul's lap.

"What the hell!" Paul yelled.

It was a fucking dog a size of a horse. It took him a while to get his head around what was happening. They were both panting and staring hazily at the dog.

Before they reacted, the giant hound was wolfing down the food on the picnic blanket.

"Fuck off, you fucking mutt!"

Paul got up and tried to shoo the dog away. But the dog was adamant about having the unexpected feast laid before him to its' last bit.

"Oi doggo, I wanted to taste those pecan pie muffins," Bella cried out, and then she snorted, "wow, that was fast."

"Come on, Skippy! Where did you go?! Come on, boy!" They heard someone whistling further away.

They looked at each other's and burst out laughing.

"Skippy knew where the best food is served," Bella laughed. "Jesus, I almost peed my pants."

As they laughed, Skippy being honest to its' name, skipped out of the cave, leaving a ravished picnic blanket in its' wake. The only food left was watermelon slices still tightly in the container. Wineglasses were lying empty on the ground, but otherwise, they had survived the attack.

"I guess there's less to take back, huh?" Bella giggled.

Paul stepped closer to Bella and pulled her to him. Wanting them to get back on track Paul leaned down to kiss her. He deepened the kiss and kissed her long and deep. The kiss felt incredible. Yet another First; he had never enjoyed kissing for any other reason than foreplay, if even that. But he could kiss Bella forever. He dragged his nose along her jaw to her ear, nipping the earlobe, and whispered, "spend the night with me, Bella."

Bella shivered. She kissed him back and nipped his bottom lip.

"I take that as a yes," Paul said against Bella's lips.

Bella nodded and bit his jaw.

Paul groaned and pushed Bella against the cave's wall, kissing her hungrily. Paul helped Bella wrap her legs around his waist, and Paul was grinding his hard rock erection against her when suddenly they noticed Skippy jumping against them. He was so big that he reached their joint faces and licked them.

"Ewww," Bella shrieked.

"I'm going to kill you, mutt!" Paul yelled, and just when Bella let her legs slide back to the ground, they saw an elderly man entering the cave.

"What's going on here?" The man inquired.

"Fuck." He had had enough interruptions and snapped to the man, "your mutt ate our food."

"He's no mutt," the man snapped back. "Was there anything toxic for dogs?"

"No chocolate, avocados, or grapes, but there were little onions in the pastries he ate," Paul said, frustrated. He needed to get Bella and him back to his place soon. He started back things and cleaning up the mess the barking fleabag had made.

"Little onions won't hurt him," was all the man said and left the cave, Skippy leaping after him.

Paul huffed, "what a dork."

"Some people are just plain weird," Bella sighed, shaking her head.

They packed and cleaned up, leaving nothing behind.

"Do you have a dog?" Bella asked when they were walking to their cars.

"No, but one of my buddies has one, and he always nags about the foods toxic to dogs."

They arrived at their cars.

"You follow me to my place?" It came out as a question. A big part of him didn't quite believe this was happening; he could take Bella home with him.

Bella nodded. "I'll text my dad that I won't be going home tonight."

The smile that spread on Paul's lips was the biggest and the most genuine he had ever felt on his face.

Paul led Bella inside his house. He had done some cleaning earlier, hoping that Bella would come tonight. His home was pretty small, but it was tidy and comfy. Mommy Holly had organized a place to be renovated after his father had died, and there was nothing left from the days he had lived here with him.

Bella was the first woman he had brought home. He had never fucked anybody in this house. He couldn't say the same about his poor excuse of a father who had fucked his bitches on every possible surface. The mental images started to flood into his mind. He squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head like it would help him get rid of those images.

Fuck that! It wasn't his father he wanted to think about now. Not when he was about to have something so beautiful and pure. Fuck, He didn't want to think about his fuckin father ever again.

Bella wandered to the kitchen, and Paul heard her whispering, "wow". His kitchen was his pride and joy. When he moved back to this house, he had made some changes and bought himself a range cooker with gas burners. It was an old-looking cast iron range he absolutely loved. It had five ovens and all the accessories he needed. It was a dark teal color and made his kitchen very homey. It was a stretch for him to buy, and he was still paying it, but it was worth every penny and more. It was an investment that would be with him for the rest of his life.

When he had moved back to this house, it was paramount for him to make new memories, especially in the kitchen. It had often been the kitchen where his father had lost his temper with him and shown his fatherly affection by hitting him and smashing him to the tile floor.

Paul followed Bella to the kitchen and asked, "are you still hungry?"

"Nah, but I would like to taste one of those pecan pie muffins if you still got them," Bella smiled mischievously.

Paul had some left he had thought of taking to miss Silaigo tomorrow with some other leftovers.

"Yeah, there are more." Paul opened the container and offered it to Bella.

She took one muffin and took a bite.

"Jesus Paul," she moaned, "how are you so fit when you make all this devilishly good food?"

The noises Bella made went straight to Paul's already hard cock. He walked slowly to Bella and grabbed Bella's hand, snatching the rest of the muffin to his mouth and swallowing it fast. Bella watched Paul's mouth with wide eyes licking her lips. And that did it. Paul couldn't wait any longer.

He grabbed Bella's ass and lifted her to the kitchen counter, and latched his lips to hers. He kissed with hungry passion snaking his hand under Bella's thick sweater, finding her perfect size breasts.

Paul tugged Bella's sweater, and Bella lifted her arms so Paul could take it off. Bella was wearing a white tank top and light green bras visible under the top. Paul leaned to kiss her collarbone, brushed his lips over her column to the other side, and with soft kisses through her neck to her ear and whispered huskily,

"I want you, Bella."

"I want you too," Bella breathed.

She moved her hands under Paul's t-shirt and roamed his torso with her nails making Paul groan. His muscles were trembling under her touch. Bella lifted his t-shirt dragging her hands from his abdomen up to his pecs.

"Oh my god, you're gorgeous, Paul." She leaned closer and licked his nipple, and then sucked it.

Paul let out a breathy moan. His every nerve was on fire. He took off his t-shirt and tossed it to the floor. Bella roamed her hands on Paul's back and sucked his neck. Paul's eyes shut involuntarily on the sensation her mouth made on his neck. His whole body was trembling.

Paul took off Bella's top, and he unclipped her bra. He peeled them off slowly and stared at her breasts. Bella's chest was rising with her breathing, and goddamn, Paul had never seen anything as sexy and beautiful as her. He saw the tan lines made by the Hawaiian sun and pink rosebud nipples, and he felt dizzy.

"It's you who are fucking gorgeous," he breathed with a thin voice and leaned to kiss Bella's other breast.

He took the nipple into his mouth and sucked. Bella arched her back, pushing her nipple into Paul's mouth. They both moaned.

"Let's go to bed," Bella gasped.

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. He lifted Bella off the counter and helped her wrap her legs around his waist. Bella was sucking his neck, and Paul saw stars.

In the short passing moment of clearness when he carried Bella to his bedroom, he asked what protection Bella wanted to use.

"I've been tested. I'm clean. H- h-aven't been with anybody after that," he stuttered when Bella nipped his earlobe and sucked his hook to her mouth. He could probably come by that sensation alone. It made him wild.

"Umm… I'm ok what you feel like," she licked his jaw. "I'm on the pill, and I believe that my ex wasn't sleeping around."

Fuck! he would go bareback. He had never fucked anybody without barrier skin on skin. His whole body started to tremble with anticipation.

They got into the bedroom. First, Paul kicked his shoes off. Bella struggled with her tightly tied hiking boots. Paul knelt in front of her and started to untie the laces. His fingers fucking trembled.

"Fuck," he cursed; the strings were too tight.

"Eager much?" Bella giggled.

"I'll show you eager," he mumbled.

Paul finally got the laces open and tossed the shoes next to his.

Then he opened the button on her jeans and unzipped them. He revealed the smooth skin of her flat abdomen. He kissed her belly button circling it with the tip of his tongue. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

He couldn't wait to get her naked, but he took his time. He had been graving this moment, this divine creature, so badly that he wanted to take it slow, as slow as possible, to savor the moment.

He slid her jeans slowly down her long smooth legs. They were like a second skin on her; he finally got them pulled off inside out. Bella was standing in front of him only with her light green panties. She was gorgeous, fucking goddess. He glanced up and saw Bella staring at him through her long lashes with hungry, lustful eyes. He leaned closer to her and kissed her belly button again, keeping his eyes on hers.

But the allure of the moist and hot center made him move his eyes off hers. With the tip of his tongue, he traced the waistline of her panties. He slid his hands under them and cupped her ass cheeks, kneading them. He kissed her mound, scraping his teeth over the damp fabric.

Bella moaned. She grabbed his head and bent her head back; her hair fell to his hands as he skimmed his thumbs over her hipbones. Then he saw it: just behind her right hipbone above her buttocks was a tribal figure dolphin a bit bigger than his thump. It was partially visible under her panties.

"Found it," he said with a voice barely audible.

"Hmm?" Bella hummed.

"Your dolphin."

He slowly slid her panties down her smooth, creamy legs and stared at the black ink pattern. He kissed it, then licked it. He traced the tip of his tongue across her flat stomach toward her pubic, where there was only a thin line of hair. He licked it once; it prickled his tongue. Bella scraped his scalp with her hands, and goosebumps erupted all over his body. He thrust his tongue to her wet folds, and Bella's hips jerked to his face.

"Oh God, Paul," Bella moaned.

Jesus fuck, he wanted to eat her.

Paul grabbed her hips and darting his tongue into her folds; he licked and tasted her. She tasted amazing. He spread her with his thumps and licked and sucked her slick bud.

Bellas grip on his hair tightened.

"Ahh..." she moaned.

His cock was pulsing hard against his jeans, and it was time to get rid of them. He would eat at her more soon, but right now, he needed to be inside her.

He pecked kisses on his way up her body, giving extra attention to her breast, and after sucking both perky nipples, he found her mouth and attacked it hungrily. Bella helped him open his jeans, and he took them off with his boxers.

He lifted Bella and placed her on the bed. He admired her for a while before sliding himself on top of her feeling her soft skin against his. He crashed his mouth onto hers and spread her legs with his thig. Not wasting any time, he pushed his index finger into her. Bella cried. He felt her wet walls and started pumping his finger in and out, curling his fingers. Bella moaned and grounded her hips into Paul's hand.

"Oh, shit Paul, please don't stop."

Paul's forehead was resting on Bella's neck, and he panted.

"You are so wet. Fuck how tight you are."

He added another finger and pumped in and out, dragging breathy moans out of Bella. She arched her back and grabbed Paul's dick into her hand.

"What a –" She lifted her head to look at Paul's throbbing cock and squeezed it. His eyes turned to the back of his head.

"Ah... Bella."

"Jesus, how is this going to fit?" She breathed heavily and stared at Paul's dick with wide eyes, stroking it up and down with her hand.

"Believe me, it fits," Paul slurred like a drunken and pushed himself into Bella's hand.

And then Bella pushed Paul into the mattress, moving her body to straddle him, and sank on his hard length in one swift move. The movement surprised Paul entirely, and he groaned loudly, arching his back.

"Fuck Bella! Ah... fuck, you feel so damn good," he panted.

"Ahhh... ah... yes, it fits." Bella moaned, and Paul felt her pussy pulsing around him, squeezing him hard. Jesus, fuck, he saw stars. The sensation of the skin-on-skin connection, for the first time ever, was sublime. Her wet and hot walls were sucking him, and he wanted to shout.

Bella started to move up and down, rotating her hips and slowly squeezing him. "Ahhh... " she moaned.

"Holy Fuck!" Paul shouted and thrust his hips to meet her movements. So tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.

He grabbed her hips and bucked back to her with hard thrusts.

"Ah... Fuck … ah … ah, fuck Bella, you feel so good," he chanted.

This was nothing he had ever experienced before. He hadn't ever given any woman this much power over his pleasure. He had always sought a quick-release firmly on the driver's seat, so to speak, but this was something he never wanted to end.

"Oh yes." Bella was rotating her hips, and she arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. Paul lifted himself and sucked the other nipple into his mouth.

"Ahh … Paul..."

He pressed her down to meet his thrust, and Bella's tight pussy started to clench around him.

"God, you are so big. Ah... You feel so good...so full... ah... I'm coming," Bella moaned, and her walls grabbed him firmly, milking him. She rocketed her hips against him, sucking and clenching around him, and Paul saw stars.

"Ah... Bella... Fuck you feel so… Ah..." he moaned. He crashed his mouth against hers and ate her fucked her mouth with the hunger he felt would never be fulfilled.

"Oh Paul..." she whimpered.

He kept thrusting, riding Bella's orgasm down, and then he turned them around, and as soon as Bella's back hit the mattress, he plunged into her.

"Good God, Paul!" Bella screamed.

Bella's pussy sucked him greedily, swelling around him as Paul surged into her.

"Fuck, Jesus Christ, fuck," he mumbled.

His heart hammered out of his chest. Bella lifted her legs around his waist, and now he could go deeper. She clawed his back and moaned his name.

"Oh yeah, Paul, just there," she trashed her head and arched her back.

Jesus, he had died and gone to heaven. Nothing, abso-fuking-lutely nothing compared to this feeling. He was fucking this beautiful woman who had stolen his heart and was now sucking his soul out. With every thrust, he was climbing higher and higher with her. Getting high with her.

Paul couldn't get close enough, couldn't get deep enough in her. They continue to tear into each other. Bella met his every thrust, pushing harder, pulling Paul deeper. Paul could feel her becoming more frantic beneath him. She dug her nails into his back; the pain felt divine. Sweat was blurring his vision. His stomach started to tighten, and the feeling spread to his balls.

"Jesus fuck, I'm coming! Come with me, baby!"

Paul's fingers grazed her clit, and she shattered around him again, and she pulled him into her so tight Paul thought she'd snap his dick off. With a few more thrusts, Paul got his release coming so hard his back arched, and his jerking hips kept thrusting into Bella, burying himself as deep as he could in her, and he shouted,

"Belllaaaaa!"

He was home, and he never wanted to leave.