An ache formed in Bellamy’s core. She needed Vesper to fuck her right now. She needed the rough touches and punishing sex almost as much as she needed the slow gentle ones.
Vesper had always loved the build up—Bellamy knew that, but it was still fucking torture. Her eyes fluttered closed when Vesper thumbed over her nipples. She kissed Vesper again, daring to let her own hands wander until Vesper decided it was enough and grabbed her wrists. Vesper pushed her against the cold tile wall, pinning her hands above her head.
Bellamy gasped. Her eyes shot open. Pure lust was written on Vesper’s face. Vesper kissed her again, deep and full of longing.
Bellamy moaned into Vesper’s mouth, struggling against the hold, teasing Vesper with the fight they bothwanted. Vesper kissed her cheek, down her neck, nipping at her soft flesh. Bellamy didn’t even try to hide her pathetic whimper. She needed this. Needed more.
She ached to drag her nails down Vesper’s back, claiming, leaving marks that would undoubtedly be there for days. Not that anyone else would see them.
Vesper massaged her breasts, rubbing one hand up and down Bellamy’s body, teasing her by refusing to dip lower than her hips.
“Ves,” she moaned, pleading.
Vesper slid her thigh in between Bellamy’s legs and nudged her feet apart. Bellamy tried not to slip on the slick surface as she acquiesced to the silent demand. Vesper tugged at her nipples. Bellamy’s breath came in shallow drags and pulls. She was gasping little moans with each touch.
When Ves finally released her hands, she pulled Belamy into another, more demanding kiss. She was more forceful, shoving her thigh higher. Bellamy tried to grind down as much as she could despite the water pouring between them.
A frustrated whine ripped itself out of her throat. Vesper’s leg was too wet from the water to find any purchase. Bellamy was fucking dying.
“Touch me,” she begged, clinging to Vesper’s neck. Vesper chuckled. Bellamy expected her to refuse, to draw it out further, but then she felt fingers on her clit and she moaned.
Vesper stroked her slowly in tight circles. Bellamy’s hips bucked, trying to get more pressure, more speed. She tipped her head back against the tile, mouth parted and eyes squeezed shut. Her sole focus was on those fingers, on Vesper’s lips on her neck.
Pressure built slowly in her core. Heat expanded through her body as Vesper worked her fingers in languid strokes over her clit. Shallow moans escaped her each time Vesper hit the perfect spot, threatening to make her come undone. Bellamy ached for Vesper to dip inside, to speed up, to end this torment.
When Vesper finally increased her pace, swiping over her clit in quick movements, Bellamy’s legs started to shake. She didn’tthink she could stay standing much longer. Vesper’s other hand found her hip, supporting her weight as heat coursed through her, expanding. She cried out in pleasure, clutching Vesper’s shoulders.
Bellamy didn’t have any time to recover before Vesper had shut the water off and dropped to her knees.
“Fuck, Ves,” Bellamy cried loudly when Vesper’s tongue delved inside of her, licking up every bit of her excitement and filling her.
Vesper dragged her tongue up over Bellamy’s sensitive clit, and Bellamy’s breathing hitched. She tangled her hand in Vesper’s hair, half-heartedly trying to pull her off as her legs involuntarily twitched every time that wicked piercing hit her clit.
Vesper flicked her with her tongue over and over. Bellamy cried out. Her second orgasm came faster and harder than the first. She all but collapsed when Vesper finally relented her torment, but the look on her face told Bellamy she was far from done.
“Let’s take this to bed, yeah?” Vesper murmured. Dazed, Bellamy nodded, smiling down at Vesper. Bellamy would never get enough of this. She’d let Vesper do anything she wanted, especially when she looked at her like that.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Bellamy
Last night was perfect. Bellamy was still riding a high. The whole night felt like a mutual apology—an understanding and a promise all at the same time. The way Vesper had touched her, looked at her, the love in her eyes… Ves hadn’t said anything. Of course she hadn’t, but Bellamy could wait just a little bit longer after that.
They hadn’t gotten to sleep until the early hours of the morning, and now it was closing in on the afternoon. She’d barely even complained about the fucking fruit bars being their breakfast again. Everything between her and Ves was just… Well, they were good. Good enough, at least. She was happy.
Nothing could dampen her spirits now. She had Vesper back, and whatever was coming, they’d face it together.
Vesper gave her a relaxed kiss before dragging herself out of bed. She was anxious for news on their situation. Vesper never had been able to sit still, to enjoy the calm like Bellamy could. She watched her shuffle around, grabbing clothes.
It was almost pathetic how badly Bellamy wanted to feel those lithe hands around her throat again, already wanted those fingers back inside her, expertly stroking her until she begged for it to stop.
She sighed, and Vesper shot her a look, as if she could read her mind. She smirked.
“Get up, Bel.”
Maybe Ves would punish her if she didn’t listen. Bellamy cozied back into bed, pulling the covers further up despite the warmth in their room. Vesper rolled her eyes but didn’t return.
Around the third time Vesper snapped at her to get up, she finally relented. She didn’t want to leave their perfect bubble—the loving touches and warm embrace. She knew Vesper wouldn’t do that in front of anyone else. Not yet.
