"How many times do I have to tell you?” I rasped. “I want all of you. You taste so fucking sweet, beautiful.”
I continued down, kissing along the soft skin of her belly. She was softer now, more womanly. My hands sank ever so slightly into the dip of her hips. I didn’t think she could be even more of a wet dream, and yet here I was wanting her more tonight than ever before. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of her trousers, drawing them down slowly, allowing my mouth to follow as I revealed more and more of her pale skin. When I reached her knees, I shoved the pants to her ankles, not bothering to remove them either. I didn’t have time to find a rope and tie her up, but I needed her at my mercy any way I could get her. I planted my palms on the inside of her thighs and spread her wide open. Brushing my nose along the lace covering her pussy, I breathed in deeply. “This is my favorite scent in the entire world. And you know the best part?”
My eyes drifted up to find her watching me, her neck craned as she bit her lower lip with expectation. There was an almost imperceptible shake of her head.
“It tastes even better,” I growled. Shoving the lace to the side, I buried my mouth in her pussy, parting her roughly with my tongue so that I could sweep its tip along the slick heat of her seam. When I reached the swollen knot of her clit, I kissed it softly before tugging it between my teeth.
“Oh my God!” Belle cried.
I pulled back ever so slightly, still close enough that my breath tickled across the engorged flesh. “That’s not my name, beautiful.”
"Oh my sir!” She moaned, her hips bucking closer to me.
I shifted on to my heels, hooking my arms around her thighs and yanking her pussy to my face. My hands splayed across her stomach pinning her to the edge of the bed as I devoured her. She’d been ready for me. She always was, and seconds later, she unspooled over my tongue, her thighs clamping against the sides of my face. But I didn’t stop. I sucked harder, took more, needing to prove that I could push her over the edge as many times as I wanted—as many times as she could take.
Her body writhed against the point where I held her captive to the bed, but I continued the onslaught. She wanted me to be a man. This is what a man did. The only thing he took from a woman was the pride of giving her pleasure. He took her, but only to see the beauty of her unraveling. A real man knew the size of his cock didn’t matter nearly as much as what he could do with it—and right now, I was only working with my mouth.
“Please,” she panted, but I still didn’t stop. “Please, sir, fuck me”
I kept going, enjoying how she begged, knowing she was torn between this pleasure and the other kinds I might give her. I waited until her pleas were nothing more than inaudible moans and groans of pleasure, punctuated by the occasional sir or the even rarer please. I knew what she wanted, but I could give her more than that. When nothing coming from her made sense anymore, I pushed her onto the bed, her feet still dangling off the edge and stood. Unbuttoning my trousers, I let them fall to my ankles. Stepping forward, I pinned her pants to the floor before reaching down to hoist her thighs around my waist. They popped off at her ankles, leaving her bare save for the scrap of lace still shoved to the side of her pussy. I didn’t bother with it. Instead, I lined my dick up until its head was poised at her warm entrance. Belle had dissolved into something primitive, mewling and thrashing with her eyes still closed tightly and her fingers gripping fisting into her sweater.
“Is this what you need, beautiful?" I nudged forward, her soft folds parting around my wide crest. She groaned, desperately circling her hips. “I didn’t understand you.”
She whimpered, following it with a soft please.
“What?” I repeated, growing painfully aware of the blood rushing to my dick with each second I stayed there, so close to being inside her.
I could see the effort it took her to form the words. As they found their way to her lips, she peeked at me from beneath her long, black lashes. “Please, sir.”
Fuck. She could have all of me. I plunged into her and she vaulted off the bed from the impact, an unearthly cry rending the air around us. She was so wet, so ready. “You feel fucking amazing, beautiful. I loved feeling you come on my tongue, but now I need to see you come on my cock. You want it, don’t you?”
“Please, give it to me. Please, give it to me…sir,” she added breathlessly.
“Take it from me,” I grunted. “Let your pussy take what’s yours.”
Belle splintered at my words, and I felt her contracting over my shaft, urging my climax from me over and over until I unloaded inside her, marking her as my own again. When the last of my pleasure had been drank by her insatiable pussy, I lowered her to the bed and laid down next to her.
"I love you, beautiful,” I whispered. “No matter what. Forever.”
“Even when I don’t deserve it?” she whispered.
“You have all of me. You never have to prove anything to me.”
“You’ve given me everything, and I’ve—”
“That reminds me,” I cut her off before she could say something bad about herself again. Maybe I didn’t need to prove her wrong. Maybe I only needed to remind her of the promises we’d made it to each other. I sat up and yanked my trousers over my spent cock. Then I walked over to the closet and found her silk robe.
Belle laid on the bed, blinking dreamily at me. “You usually don’t want to cover me up so quickly.”
"We have company,” I reminded her. “If it were up to me, I’d make you walk around here naked all the time.”
“Now that would shock Mrs. Winters,” she teased, slowly propping herself up on one elbow.
I took her hands and pulled her onto her feet before helping her into the robe. Instead of heading toward the door to the hallway, I walked to the French doors that led to a small balcony we’d ignored until this point. When we first viewed the house, we’d talked about taking our breakfast here in the mornings. But it had hardly been a priority to see to the spot with everything else to be done. We were always too busy to pause and take coffee or watch the sunrise. That needed to change, and we would start changing it tonight. Belle looked curiously at me as I opened the doors and led her outside. I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her to protect against the cold, December air. Reaching up, I took her chin and tipped it to the sky. I leaned down, nuzzling my lips against her ear. “I believe I promised you the stars.”
Belle gasped as she took in the night. The sky was cloudless, neverending black cloth, punctured by bright spots of light forming constellations over our heads. Here, away from the city and our past, we can see the stars clearly again. We just had to remember to look.
24
Belle
That night, Penny slept a blissful five straight hours in her bassinet. When she cried out for an early-morning nursing, I rolled over feeling as though I’d turned a page. Smith laid next to me and he stirred when he heard her, opening one bleary eye.
“Need my help?” he asked in a raspy voice that sent shivers dancing through me.
“I’ve got it,” I promised him. I pushed myself up in bed, allowing myself a moment to appreciate how much of him was on display. We had managed to sneak in more lovemaking after Penny fell asleep, and he was still nude, his dick slightly erect and visible under the thin, Egyptian cotton sheet.