Chance(41)

He rolls me back onto my back in one quick movement and then he's hovering above me. I soak in the strong details of his face. I study the chiseled features of the man I've yearned for since I knew what intimacy was.

"I wanted to be your first," he says softly as he blinks slowly. "I always wanted to be your first, Bell."

Everything I feel catches in my throat and I can barely talk. "I wanted that too."

"I came to your graduation to tell you how I felt." His lips feather across my cheek. "I went to college and thought about you every day."

I reach up to graze my hand across the back of his neck. It pulls a shiver from him. I know my heart. I know that if we share ourselves with each other and he pulls away, that I'll be left in a deep pit of self-loathing and depression. He's warned me. He's told me he's going to hurt me and I know the risks. I also know that I need him. I pull gently on his neck, guiding his mouth to mine before I sink my teeth into his bottom lip and feel the brush of his cock against my hip.

He kisses me deeply, his tongue gliding against mine in an achingly slow dance. I crave the taste of his mouth so I cling to him tightly as he kisses me harder. His hand falls to my breast, his fingers pinching my swollen nipple, pulling a deep and guttural groan from my core.

I whimper when he pulls back slightly. He stares into my face, his expression stoic and strong. For a half beat of my heart I panic, wondering if he's thinking the same thoughts that overtook him that day in his apartment. I breathe again when his eyes follow the path of his hand and he looks down at my body.

My hips move involuntarily as soon as he starts to lower himself to my core. I close my eyes, uncertain about whether I can stand a single lash of his soft tongue against my tender flesh. I'm aroused. I'm so aroused just from his kiss.

He rests his head on my thigh as he runs his index finger over my smooth cleft. "Your * is so beautiful. It's perfect."

I blush at the words. Not just because of the frank rawness of them, but also because of the tender way he says them. My hands fall to his head, wanting to guide him.

He's spurred on by my actions and licks the length of my folds in one slow movement. I arch my ass off the bed wanting to feel more. He dives in, his tongue expertly focused on my clit, his hands cupped beneath me, pulling me into him.

I moan loudly into the still air. I don't want to quiet anything I'm feeling. I don't want to mask what I want. I'm going to take everything I can from him because I know it's what he's going to do to me. He'll give and then he'll expect to receive. I want it, he does too.

His tongue flickers over my clit, drawing my heated desire to the surface before he slows the pace, pulling me back from the edge. It's a torturous ride and just when I'm sure that I'm about to fall into the clutches of an intense orgasm, he pulls back, rubbing his finger over my core, telling me to wait.

"I want to come," I say quietly. "I'm aching."

"You're so wet." He laps at me loudly. "I could keep you on edge for hours just so I can taste this."

I cry out both in pleasure and agony. "Lick it. Just suck it and make me come."

"My cock is so hard." I feel his hand drop and I know he's stroking the thick root. "I can't wait to feel myself inside of you."

His words only add to my need to find release. I drop my hand from his head, wanting to bring myself to the edge.

"No," he says gruffly. "It's not for you to take."

I kick my leg softly, frustrated by his need to tease me endlessly. "Fuck me then. Just f*ck me."

He looks up, his gaze catching mine. "You're going to come on my lips. I'm going to taste it all."

With that he lowers his mouth to my core. He pulls my ass of the bed, levels his tongue against my clit and licks me hard, fast and furiously until I come screaming his name.





Chapter 37


I run my hand over his sheathed cock. I'd ripped the condom package from his hands, wanting to touch him before he was ready for that to happen. I'd carefully placed the condom over him, rolling it down, running my hands over his thick root.

I kiss his thigh wishing I had taken him in my mouth before I covered him. I want to taste him. I want to feel him swell within my mouth right before he releases.

"Come here." His hands pull on my shoulders, urging me up.

I crawl slowly up his body, stopping to twirl my tongue around his right nipple. It draws a faint moan from his lips.

"Sit on me, Bell."

I straddle his groin, rubbing my wetness against him. I reach down to grab hold of him, guiding the tip of his hardness over my clit.

"No," He shifts his hips beneath me. "Christ, don't do that. I'll come just from that."

I smile as I lean forward to kiss him deeply. I rest myself against him, feeling how thick and hard he is. I've never been with a man his size.

His hand drops to my ass. He rubs it gently before he reaches forward to pull his fingers through my folds again. "You're so wet. It's so good."

I run my tongue over his bottom lip and down his chin as I inch my body back, giving him the access he needs to slide himself into me.

We gasp in unison the moment the tender head of his cock brushes against my folds. I cry out as I feel him push my hips down and I feel a rush of tears when he slams his body up and into me.