"You promised no sex tonight," Belle cautions. I’ve got to wonder if she’s trying to remind herself.
"Don't worry, Belle. When the time comes, I will more than fit inside your body. In fact, I will prove that you're made for me." I watch her face as my words wash over her. I see a hesitancy that’s clear as the light of day to read on her face. There’s also a hunger that I’m sure she isn’t aware of forecasting.
"You sound awfully sure, and I'm worried I'll disappoint you because I have a tendency to do that."
"Are you attracted to me at all?" I ask, standing still as she continues to stare at me, even doing it while biting and licking on her lip from time to time.
"You have to know I am," she admits shyly. "There's not a woman around that wouldn't be attracted to all this." She waves her hand as if my body is an exhibit for her words.
"I'm not asking about other women. I’m only interested in one woman in particular and that’s you Belle."
I can tell that my words take her off guard. I take a slow step towards her, letting her drop her arms as she leans in to kiss me. She's not shying away anymore, eager to kiss me. Her desire matches my own. I pull her around until she's under the spray, the water sliding over our bodies as our kiss continues. I let her think she’s in control, but I make sure she feels my hard cock pressing against her. When she pulls back, I let her. Her eyes are hooded and glowing with desire. I can see the fine tremble running through her. She’s so responsive that it goes straight to my head. It’s more than that, though. Belle is innocent. She doesn’t know how to keep her responses hidden from me. It’s impossible for her to play it cool and I fucking love that more than I could’ve ever imagined I would. I force myself to pull back and not press for more. Instead, I begin washing her hair. I see only the briefest of hesitation from her before she takes the soap and surprises me by running her hand along my body, using it to lather my skin.
The feel of her hands on me makes my balls hurt. If my cock stretches any tighter, I don’t know if I’ll survive. I’m pretty sure the slightest stroke will make me explode. If I hadn't promised Belle that I wouldn’t ask for more, I’d pick her up and fuck her right here against the shower wall.
"I'm going to make you feel good," I say, kissing her lips.
"You promised no sex."
"Don't worry. You can keep your underwear on. I won’t take your sweet pussy tonight.”
“You won’t?” she breathes.
“No, but, Belle, baby, I’m going to make you come." Heat fills her face, and as I watch her body respond, I notice she doesn’t argue.
I push her up against the wall of the shower, sliding my hand down her stomach and lower, along her inner thigh.
“Killian,” she breathes.
I’ve never appreciated the way my name sounds—not until Belle. It rolls off her tongue like a lullaby. It’s a musical lyric that wraps around me, seeping inside of me.
“Open those legs for me, baby. Give your man a look at what’s his,” I growl. Her body trembles under my touch. She gasps and bites down on her lip, but without a word, she opens her legs for me. I don't immediately touch her. I lean in and kiss her as I start to play with her nipple through the wet fabric of her bra. Just touching her gorgeous body is more pleasure than I’ve ever known. How that’s possible, I don’t know, but I think it has everything to do with the fact that it’s because of Belle. She’s special…
"Open your eyes," I whisper against her lips. "I want to watch you come apart in my hands."
She snaps her eyes open, her mouth forming a perfect “O” shape without saying a word. I lean down and suck her nipple, teeth barely grazing her bra, her body quaking in reaction. I continue pulling on it, distracting her, letting her get lost in the pleasure. Then, I slide my hand down between her legs. I barely graze the pads of my fingers against the lips of her pussy before her moan reaches my ears. She's so reactive to my touch that it goes to my head.
She’s like a fever in my blood at this point, and I want to tear the remaining clothes from her body, but I manage to hold on. I don’t want to break my word to her. I want her to trust me. Belle is important—more so than I ever imagined.
I slide my fingers up her inner thigh, and under her panties. Then, I brush my fingers across her warm center as she hisses through her teeth. I want to taste her but satisfy myself with petting her pussy—teasing it until she's panting. I graze her clit, and she leans on me, her legs weak with the onslaught of pleasure.