I ended up having enough time to write this chapter. From now on I might need to change it to a bi-weekly post because I got a job and now I'm going to be working during my free time. I'm still going to try to write chapters with a minimum of 1,000 words. For now, I'm still planning on posting weekly, but I might take this week off to recharge and recover from finals.
This chapter deals with making out and hints at sex.
Thanks for reading!
-CL
He slowly pulls my dress lower until it's completely off. He picks it up carefully and puts it over a chair, knowing that I don't want the dress to be wrecked. I realize I'm naked beside my underwear, and I instinctively cover my stomach. "Bella?" Maxon asks. He gently grabs my arms and pulls them away from my stomach. "Bella, you're beautiful," he says, kissing my stomach. "I know you're parents probably scarred you about your body, but it's beautiful, my dear. And I'm going to love it all," he says, looking at me.
I smile. "Yes, it was my family. But it's also me. I realize that I'm a lot…bigger than other girls whenever I'm in a room and I try to wear clothes that will accent my good curves and hide my bad ones. I haven't liked my body since puberty," I say.
"Bella, you're beautiful. Just because beauty standards are messed up doesn't mean you aren't beautiful. And I'm going to prove that to you tonight," he says, his fingers moving to the hem of my underwear. He slowly moves his fingers and soon my underwear is off. "Fuck, Bella, you're beautiful," he says, standing up and taking in my naked body. He kisses me, starting at my hair and going down to my toes, his tongue causing goosebumps to trail in his wake. He backtracks and stops at my knees. He gently opens my legs and kisses my inner thighs.
I moan. His fingers start trailing upward and I inhale. "Maxon-I think you have an unfair advantage," I say, gesturing to his boxers. I realize it was a stupid thing to say when he pulls his fingers away. "And I think I deserve to take them off after what you just did, Maxon Schreave," I say, sitting up and making Maxon lie on the bed. I straddle him and slowly move my fingers toward his boxers. I feel the lump in them against my arm and I get a wicked idea.
I slowly move my fingers away from the hem of his boxers and move them to the bump. I start to stroke it and Maxon cries out in annoyance. "Bella Rose Schreave, I command you, as king, to take off my boxers," he says, panting.
"I don't think so, Your Majesty," I say teasingly. "You tortured me, so now I'm going to torture you." I keep on stroking and Maxon keeps on commanding me to take off his boxers, but I ignore him. "Oh, just shut up already," I say before cutting Maxon off with a kiss. I keep one hand stroking his penis, but the other is in his hair. Our kiss is feverish and I'm soon lost in it. I forget all about torturing him and thread all ten of my fingers in his hair while his fingers inch down my stomach. He reaches my inner thigh and I realize his boxers are still on. I swat his fingers away from my thighs. "No fucking way, Your Majesty. You are getting your boxers off right now." I grab the hem and pull his boxers down his legs and chuck them onto the floor. I stroke Maxon's dick and he groans. I smile and place it in my mouth.
"Holy shit, Bella," he says, fisting the sheets. "Are you sure you don't have any experience doing this?"
"Nope," I say around his dick. I take it out and move to his mouth. Maxon flips us so I'm on the bed and he's on top of me. He places his hand between my thighs and grabs my legs. He sets them up so it looks like I'm in stirrups, but my feet are touching the bed. I close my legs, but he gently opens them. He slowly inches one finger to my vagina. He stops right outside and teases me. "Maxon, please!" He gently but forcefully sticks his pointer finger in me. "Holy shit-Maxon-more," I pant. "Please-" I gasp when he sticks three more fingers in me. "Oh my-" I start, but Maxon breaks me off with a hungry kiss. Our tongues intertwine while his fingers are still in me. He moves them, and I gasp. I break off the kiss and grab the headboard. "Maxon, I need you in me right now-" I start, but I see Maxon moving towards my vagina. "Maxon?"
"Don't worry, my dear. I'm going to make you pleased-even if I'm not quite inside of you yet," he says with a sly grin on his face. He gets on his knees in front of my open legs and he leans in. I feel his tongue touch my thighs. I cry out but don't say anything.
His tongue enters me and I moan. I grip the headboard and thrust my hips toward Maxon. "Maxon-I need you inside me-now-" I say between gasps. "Please!" I beg.
"Patience, my dear. Isn't patience a virtue?" Maxon asks teasingly. I don't respond, too busy with not trying to put Maxon inside of me myself.
"Please," I whisper. I feel lightheaded. "Please, Maxon."
He stops and glances at me. "Are you ok, Bella?"
"Yes…I just need you in me. Right now."
"Your wish is my command, my dear," Maxon says. He pulls me closer to the end of the bed and looks at me one more time. "Are you sure? I've heard that it hurts the first time," he says, worried for me.
"Maxon, if you're not in me in the next minute you will be hurting a lot more than this will," I say, fisting the sheets. I feel him tease me, placing the tip in me. "Now!" I roar, losing myself in his tiny bit of touching. "Maxon, I need you now!"
"Not yet, my dear. You need to wait a little longer," Maxon says. He moves away and walks towards me lying on the bed. I'm lightheaded, and I try to focus on Maxon, but it's hard. Everything is spinning. "Are you ok, my dear?" Maxon asks, kissing my forehead. He gently lets his thumb rub my forehead. I try to focus on that point.
I nod and pull his lips to mine. Maxon moans when I touch his dick, but I don't feel the pleasure that I did just a few minutes ago. Right now I'm more focused on not fainting. Maxon plays with my hair while kissing me, gently pulling the bobby pins out that are holding my bun up. Diamonds are falling around us from my hair, but we don't bother to move them. I roll over so Maxon's now laying on the bed. He soon has my hair down in its curls. Maxon breaks off the kiss. "Bella…I'm ready now." Maxon rolls over so he's on top of me and sets me up like I was before. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Maxon. I've been ready for a long time now."
"Alright, my dear. Let's fuck ourselves silly."
