She does, sucking in a rush of air, and with it, I push in deeper. Nora was a virgin when I married her. A good girl from a very proper family. With Nora, this was a lot simpler as I didn’t crave her the way I crave Bellamy. The sheer willpower it’s taking for me not to slam myself balls-deep in her now is brutal. Sweat already sticks to my brow with the effort. A hiss sears her lips when I reach the point of resistance, and my fingers return to her clit, rolling it to get her to relax.
I hold still, jaw locked tight, and stay like this for a few moments. Finally, she nods, wordless and tense. I slap her breast hard and pinch her nipple to shock her. It works, distracting her enough to have her muscles uncoil, and I push all the way in to the hilt. A wounded cry flees her lips, but I’m there, kissing it, breathing it in, holding her as I still once more.
“The hard part is over.”
“It burns.” Her face is pinched up and I continue kissing it, her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her furrowed brow.
“I know, sweetness. But it’s going to feel so fucking good in a moment.” I start rolling her clit, vigorously rubbing it, forcing her to find pleasure despite the pain.
Slowly, I start to slide out of her only to push back in, rolling and angling my hips up, hitting that spot inside her that will have her seeing stars soon. Her eyes glimmer, her body unsure, but I keep going. Keep moving. I drag her thighs around my hips and tilt my body forward until her ass is half off the bed.
“Feel me, Bellamy,” I demand. “Feel yourself. Allow yourself to let go and experience how incredible this is. How perfect we fit together.”
Because fuck all to hell, it’s amazing. Warm, wet, tighter than my fantasies allowed me to imagine. It’s killing me how good she feels. Indescribable, and I’ve hardly started fucking her yet. But it’s more than that somehow. It’s her. This woman beneath me. Staring straight into my eyes. Into my soul. Seeing it in all its darkness, and yet she’s still here with me.
A chasm of insatiable need builds within me, growing, multiplying, taking over everything until my entire being is fixated on her. It’s strangling and stunning and never, in my wildest dreams, did I fathom it was possible to be this alive with someone.
The more I move inside her, the more her body responds in kind. Her hips rock up, anxious to meet my every thrust. Her thighs quiver against my hips, her feet press tighter into my lower back, and her hands, where they were bunching up the blankets, are now in my hair, on my shoulders, and along my back.
“More,” she cries out, and fuck. That. The word I’ve been inwardly dying for her to say. With a shuddered exhale, I lift her legs up to my shoulders and pull her pussy flush againstme. I start to pound her. Only I’m not close enough. Leaning over her, I take her legs with me, bending her in half until I can kiss her. My lips meld to hers, my tongue thrusting in her mouth the way my dick thrusts in her cunt. The feel and taste so exquisite I nearly lose it right here.
Her mouth is as greedy as mine, her body openly taking me, swallowing me up, and I break the kiss so I can see it. She moans and pants into the room, writhing as her hands clutch me as if I’m her lifeline. I stare, mesmerized, my cock dark in the dim lighting, and I can just faintly make out the red smear of her blood on me. I roar, the sound climbing instinctively up the back of my throat, and then my lips are back on hers, my hands in her hair as I hold her to me.
And like the beast she asked for, I fuck her. I fuck her deep and I fuck her rough and I fuck without mercy. I fuck her and I make her mine. Here, now, in this room, there is no going back. Skin slaps against skin, nails dig into my flesh, and yet that only drives me higher.
“You feel me? This is me fucking you, Bellamy. This is me taking all of you.” My voice is barely more than a primal gasp as I slam in and out, feeling her cunt cling to me with every brutal pump.
“Yes. Oh, yes. I need…I…I need.”
“Tell me what you need.” It’s all I can do to hang on. Sweat coats me, my heart a thrashing band in my chest, my life hers as she rewrites my genetic makeup with every pulsing quiver of her pussy around me.
“I don’t know.” Her head twists back and forth, her face a sonnet of mind-bending pleasure. “I justneed. More and more and more.”
“Filthy girl, you need to get fucked harder?”
“Yes. Please. I…I’m so close and it’s so much but I still need.”
There’s no possible way I can deny her. Or myself. She hasme too captivated. Transfixed. Never has a woman wrapped me up the way she does.
Sucking a deep breath of air, I unleash myself. A pounding that rattles my heavy bed, shifting the furniture with every brutal hammer. My hands grip her hips, my fingertips bruising as I clutch her flesh, holding her against me. She has no course. No movement I don’t allow. She is at my mercy. My vessel and I use her accordingly. Her whimpers and cries, her eyes rolled back in her head, her blissed-out expression the only affirmation I need.
And then suddenly she’s coming. Her body pulsing and shaking, thrashing about on my bed beneath me. Her hand slashes at my chest, her nails marking me as it consumes her, overtaking her until it’s almost too much for her to bear. I tumble over the edge with her, chasing her high, the feeling so overpowering I half imagine I black out because the next thing I know, I’m on top of her, no longer hovering above her, but still inside her.
“You okay?” I manage. “Did I hurt you?”
No response, and I force myself up, propping my head with my hand, my elbow sinking into the bed so I can gaze down at her. Her eyes are closed, her breathing ragged.
“Bellamy?” Fear grips me, and I run my fingers along her face.
“Yes. I’m okay. I just hadn’t realized…I mean, I never knew.” A shaky breath. “I’d made myself come hundreds of times, but it’s never been like that.”
I kiss her deep, long, and hard. “Don’t move. I need to clean you up.”
She shakes her head, a flush creeping up her face when she realizes she’s bled a bit on my bed. I don’t care. I like it, actually, and I tell her that. My dick is already getting hard again at the sight of it, my body coiled and needing more.
I run my finger along the smear on my cock and bring it tomy lips to taste. She watches me, a look of shock and wonder on her face. The taste of her virgin blood has me kissing her again.
Years, my mind is telling me.We’ve waited our whole life for her to be able to handle us.
