“Not one damn thing,” she said playfully, as she wrapped her hand around his extremely erect cock. “I just thought since tonight is about getting what we want…”
She let her sentence end there, the unspoken part lingering as she leaned forward, running her tongue over the head of Victor’s dick.
Now, it washisturn to seek purchase, his large fists closing around her long tresses. He told her shortly after they started sleeping together that he loved her hair down. Since then, she’d been pulling out the ponytails and buns the second Pip was asleep, combing her hair out before joining him on the patio.
When she sucked the head of his dick into her mouth, he hissed, his fingers pulling tight enough that her scalp burned as much as her ass. The dueling sensations drove her own need higher. She’d started this thinking it was for him, that she wanted to give him something back after all the incredible orgasms.
But knowing she could bring a man like Victor Reed to his knees with just her mouth and her hands was a powerful, arousing feeling. Especially when she added suction to her ministrations and he cried out her name.
“Belle! Jesus. Baby.” His fingers loosened until his hands were gripping the sides of her head. He held them there but didn’t use them to control her motions. He was letting her run the show, letting her set the pace and the depth.
Belle had given a total of three blowjobs in her life, and before this moment, she’d basically felt like they were a chore, a tit-for-tat proposition.
With Victor, she knew she’d want to do this again. A lot.
Because in addition to him knowing just how to touch her, he also knew exactly what to say to stoke the fire raging inside her.
“So beautiful,” he praised. “That goddamn mouth,” he grunted. “Fuck, Belle. You’re killing me,” he said, in a way that told her he wouldn’t mind dying this way.
Stroking him with her hand on the base of his long dick, her mouth wrapped around the top half, she reached lower with her other hand, cupping his balls, then teasing his taint with a single fingertip.
Apparently, the same lightning that had taken her down struck Victor, because he bucked like a bronco at her touch. She intended to stroke him some more, but he took that option away, moving back until his dick popped out of her mouth.
She started to chase, to take him back, but he shifted her upright with those powerful arms of his, shaking his head.
“There’s nothing I want more than to come in that gorgeous mouth,” he said, his thumb rubbing her lower lip. “But not tonight. Tonight, I want to make love to the woman who laid claim to my heart.”
Belle blinked several times, tears springing to her eyes over his beautiful words. “I want that too,” she said, hoarsely.
Victor pushed her gently to her back, parted her legs, and slid inside.
Slid home.
He was her home and she…
She was his.
They moved together, their rhythm gentle, steady, sure. And through it all, Victor held her gaze, never wavering.
She knew he saw the moment she was there, and she realized he’d been waiting for her.
Belle gave him the briefest of smiles before everything inside her turned molten, her vision white.
She cried out his name, louder than she should have, but Victor was ready. He lowered his head to hers, their lips pressed together as they came. She couldn’t call it a kiss exactly, more like a melding of mouths as they muted each other’s cries, stealing each other’s breaths.
Once the storm passed, Victor’s lips softened against hers, kissing her senseless until she finally had to push him away for fear of passing out.
She didn’t comprehend until that moment that there reallycouldbe too much of a good thing.
“I can’t breathe,” she whispered. “That was…”
Victor pressed his lips to her cheek. “Everything,” he finished for her.
Belle nodded. “Everything.”
He withdrew, dropping to the bed next to her, and as they did every night, Belle curled into him, his chest serving as her pillow. His heart was still racing, the thudding keeping pace with hers.
They’d said so much tonight, and yet, Belle felt there was one thing that bared repeating.
