“Everything okay?”
“Yes! Just so freaking sensitive. I think that’s the closest I’ve gotten to coming with someone,” she admits.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I’m eager to please, or whatever she wants from me.
“No, I want you to get your reward.” She smirks and twirls her fingers at me.
I wipe my face on the back of my arm and shrug off my button-down shirt. I’m still wearing my shorts and a crop top, with my nipples pebbling through.
“Take everything off,” she commands, and I jump up.
In record time, everything is off and on the floor. I climb back into the bed as Bells removes her bodysuit. She’s completely naked, and I’m in absolute awe. How the hell can anyone look at her and not be? She has all these gorgeous curves and rolls that add to her breasts that I want to lay my head on. I imagine they could be the best pillows.
“Come here,” she whispers, and I lay next to her.
It starts off slower this time—her kissing me and our bodies colliding. Everything feels so different with no clothes on.There’s no fabric between us, and she slips her hand to my pussy. Her fingers slide inside me, and my head falls back. If it could, I’m sure it would fall off with how good her fingers feel. They’re bigger and thicker than mine, so it feels much different than when I usually take care of things. She curls them inside me, and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
“That’s what I want to hear. Don’t hold back for me,” Bells praises. I’m never one to have a praise kink, but God, just seeing how happy my moans make her makes me want to make more.
I whimper in pleasure as she rubs her thumb over my wet clit. I fall into her this time, her hand somewhere in between us and my body melting into hers. We’re both starting to sweat; the summer is here, and I didn’t think to turn on the AC when we came in. Her body is hot, like the temperature could fry an egg. But she looks blissful as she teases me. Her fingers are moving achingly slow now that she knows I’m close, and I know what she wants. She must have a thing for begging, because I’ve never had a woman tease me like this before.
“Please be nice,” I say quietly, looking into her dark eyes.
“I don’t know; it seems like you could live without it.” She shrugs, and I stop her hand from leaving me.
“Keep your hand inside me and fuck me before I get my vibrator and do it myself,” I command.
“Hmm, that sounds nice. Maybe we should do that instead, since I don’t hear any begging?” She smirks, and I know how much she’s enjoying this.
“Bells, I’m begging you. Please don’t stop. Please.”
It clearly works, because as I let go of her hand, she starts to finger-fuck me again. Her thumb rubs circles around my clit, and I can feel my orgasm building. Holy hell, this woman might be the literal death of me.
“Yes! Yes! Right there!” I scream out as the orgasm starts crashing over me like waves. I can’t see or feel anything butpleasure as I fall back into the pillows. Bells doesn’t stop until I’m batting her hand away and she’s licking them clean. I peek open one eye to see that.
“Wow, I can’t believe we just did that,” she mutters so quietly I’m not sure if I’m supposed to say anything.
“Any regrets?” I ask.
“Shit, I didn’t know you heard that.” She blushes. “No regrets. I’m just surprised, is all,” she admits.
“Like you didn’t plan it, wearing that outfit tonight.” I raise an eyebrow at her.
“In my defense, Lina picked it out for me.” She laughs.
“She knows what I like.” I shrug.
“So, I should—” She goes to stand, but I catch her arm.
“Spend the night. If you want,” I add quickly.
“Okay.” She nods with a smile, and I relax a bit.
We’ve gone about this all backward. One-night stands before we even knew the other’s names, but maybe this is the chance to fix things. We can’t rewrite history, but maybe we can start over? Bells slips back into the bed beside me, and I extend my arm for her to cuddle into. She hesitantly lays her head on my chest, and we’re both quiet. We should probably be talking about whatever the hell this is, but instead she closes her eyes, and I listen to her breathing as she falls asleep. Somewhere in my overthinking, I end up closing my eyes too. I feel her body heat, the soft, quiet snores, and the rising of her chest. I don’t remember the last time I fall asleep next to someone who wasn’t Hattie or Lina. I don’t do sleepovers, especially with one-night stands. But the longer I lie next to Bells, the easier it feels to fall asleep.
Which only scares the living shit out of me. If she isn’t a one-night stand anymore, then what is she? I know I have feelings for her, but I don’t think it will ever be anything. Considering the way we’ve fought the last few months, having her in my bed likethis is the last thing on my mind. But now I’m not so sure I want to let her go.
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