Her back arched as I hooked my thick finger inside of her, hitting her G-spot with surprising ease. Jesus, she was close already. I dropped to my knees, my dick slipping free of her grip, because as much as I wanted her to touch me, I wanted to taste her more.
I pushed her legs apart and clamped my mouth over her pussy, tasting her juices on my tongue as I licked her from back to front. I lapped at her, splitting her wide as I slid a thick finger in her and strummed that G-spot again.
Fuck, she tasted good.
Really good.
Like peaches and cream.
Strawberries and lemonade.
Like pussy and love.
I flicked my tongue over her clit and her body jerked to attention. She threw her head back and made some indescribable noise in the back of her throat. Belle’s hands were in my hair and she tugged on it again as I blew lightly on her pussy, sliding my fingers inside of her. As I pulled them back out, I sucked on her clit. Her thighs tightened around my head as she squeezed and panted and clawed at the pillow, and then she was coming against my tongue as she screamed into the air, her body shuddering as she came apart against my mouth.
Sitting back up, I swiped my hand over my wet mouth. My dick was aching it was so hard, and I lined myself up with her entrance and gripped her thighs in my hands before sliding myself into her in one quick move. Her eyes flew open, meeting mine as my hard length filled her up.
Fucking loved that look on her face, her full mouth open as she groaned and panted, her Disney eyes owning my soul as she batted her long eyelashes. I was becoming the very definition of pathetic as I watched in total awe of her as I moved in and out, loving every little noise she made. Every pant, every mewl, every sigh. Mine, all mine.
I fucked her hard and quick, finding my own release within minutes. My balls drew up as she clenched around me on the brink of another orgasm, and we flew to the other side together in a wave of heaven and skin slapping against skin.
Clutching onto the headboard behind her, I ground into her pussy, letting her body milk every last drop from me, and I sucked on her lips and tongue until we were both fucking spent and exhausted. Finally, I rolled off of her and lay down, an arm thrown over my chest as I stared up at her ceiling.
“You’re not busy for the next month, are you?” I drawled, looking over at her.
“What?” she giggled. “I mean, I need to find a job, but…”
“I’m going to need you to stay naked and in this bed for at least a month so I can do that every minute of the day, Belle. It’s the only way this thing is going to work between us,” I teased, and she giggled again.
“Is that so?” She turned on her side to face me, my gaze going to her perky tits and hard nipples.
“Fuck, I’m getting hard again just looking at you,” I said seriously with a shake of my head.
“You’re a machine,” she replied, her own gaze going down to my hardening cock. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, you were serious!”
“Fuck yeah, I was. I don’t joke where my dick is concerned, Belle.” I reached over and hooked a hand around the back of her head, pulling her close enough so I could kiss her already swollen mouth again.
I would never tire of kissing those lips. Ever.
She moaned into my mouth and I was definitely up for round three right the fuck then, but then I heard her stomach rumble loudly and I chuckled against her lips.
“Let’s feed you, woman, and then we can finish this off.”
She pouted, but her stomach growled again and she conceded, sitting up to pull the covers around her body. I raised an eyebrow at her, seriously not happy about her hiding that beautiful body from me.
“We’ll never get to eat otherwise,” she laughed, and I smirked.
I grabbed the bag of food, which had fallen on the floor. Some of the lids had come open and food had spilled out, so I picked out the ones that looked the least destroyed, found the forks I’d brought, and got back in bed.
“We have…I think chicken chow mein and whatever the fuck this one is,” I said, opening a pot of noodles and vegetables. “Smells good, whatever it is.”
Belle took the chow mein and I took the mystery box and we ate in silence. Every once in a while I caught her stealing glances at me, a smile on her face. I finished my food in record time and went and grabbed us two beers from the fridge. I’d had the prospect get us a pack of them, but I had no intention of drinking more than this one before I got lost in her body again.
After over a year of no happiness, no sex, and nothing good in my life, I was making up for lost time. I stood in the doorway watching her eat slowly as I drank my beer. Pretty sure she was eating slow on purpose too, but I wasn’t about to let her know that she was driving me crazy. I couldn’t give her all the power in this.
“That good?” I asked, nodding toward the food on her fork. She’d been eating a single long noodle off her fork for what seemed like five fucking minutes now, and it was taking all of my restraint not to throw the food to one side, lay her back down spread-eagled for me, and devour her body again.
“Uh huh,” she said with a nod of her head and a grin that told me she knew exactly what she was motherfuckin’ doing.
“How good?”
“Reallllly good,” she said, her voice dropping an octave as she drew out the word. She sucked the noodle into her mouth and chewed slowly, making a big deal of twisting another noodle onto her fork.
My dick was already hard and ready, and she tried not to smirk as she noticed it. Both me and my dick were growing impatient and she was loving it.
“Really good, huh?” I asked.
She nodded again. “Uh huh. So good, Beast, like you wouldn’t believe.”
My nostrils flared as she reached for the bottle of beer I’d given her and she took a long pull on it. I watched her throat bob as it slid down her throat, a drop of it dampening her lower lip. Her tongue darted out to swipe it away and I put my beer down and stepped forward, holding a hand up to her.
“Allow me.”
I climbed back on the bed and crawled toward her, grabbing her by the ankles and pulling her down flat. She dropped whatever was left of the chow mein onto the floor beside her as she giggled and struggled to hold the bottle upright so it didn’t spill.
My arms boxed her in, trapping her within their confines, and I leaned down and licked the beer from her lips. Fuck, she tasted good. Like beer and perfection.
Taking the bottle from her hand, I dribbled it over her tits and she gasped as the cold beer splashed over her nipples and ran down the sides of her body. Leaning down, I lapped at it, sucking it off her body as she arched her back, pressing her tits into my mouth as I moved between them.
I dribbled some more beer between her tits and it trailed down her chest and over her stomach, pooling in her belly button. I put the bottle down and sucked the beer out of her belly button, my hands slowly massaging her tits.
I trailed lower on her body, my tongue finding her clit and lapping at it as she let out a raspy moan. Her body tasted of sex and beer and I wanted to take my time with her, but her hands were already moving to my face and pulling it back up to her mouth as her legs hooked around my waist until my cock was nudging at her entrance again.
“You want this?” I asked, and she nodded emphatically. “You not hungry anymore?” I teased, and she grinned.