“Are you okay?” I groaned into her mouth.
“Mmm hmm…”
“You’re so fucking tight, so fucking good. Your pussy was made for me, kitten.”
Nothing compared or even came close to the feeling of her, to the sensations that only she stirred within me. This was more than just sex, more than just two bodies coming together, more than anything I’d ever experienced before.
Mine.
I patiently slid inside of her, inch by inch, taking her slowly and cherishing her the way she deserved to be cherished, the way I ached to do for so damn long.
Her back arched subtly.
“Almost there, kitten.” I thrust in a little more. “I love you,” I reminded, wanting to give her some comfort.
“Mmmm…” was all she could reply.
I took a moment when I was fully inside of her, consumed with the feel of Belle Montgomery for the first time.
“Eyes on me.”
Her eyes fluttered open.
“There’s my girl.”
I moved my fingers faster against her clit while gradually thrusting in and out. Kissing the tip of her nose, I thrust a little faster.
A little harder.
“You feel that?” I growled into her mouth. “You feel me?”
Her breathing elevated, and I knew I was hitting her sweet spot as I gently grabbed the back of her neck to keep our eyes locked. My forehead hovered above hers as we caught our breaths, trying to find a unison rhythm.
My thrusts became harder.
Rougher.
Her body responded to everything I was giving her.
Everything I was taking…
Our bodies moved like we were made for each other.
Her eyes dilated in pleasure but also in pain, and I immediately lapped at her breasts, unable to get enough of her.
“Tristian,” she breathed out, and I swear my cock got harder.
I moved back up to her face, and our mouths parted as we both panted profusely. I was unable to control the thoughts that were wreaking havoc on my mind, desperately trying to cling to every sensation of our skin-on-skin contact. I felt myself start to come apart, and she was right there with me.
“I love you,” she repeated, climaxing all down my shaft and taking me right over with her.
I shook with my release and passionately claimed her mouth again. She returned every ounce of emotion I gave her. We stayed like that for I don’t know how long. I kissed all around her face, her neck, and her breasts before I got up to go to the bathroom. Bringing a wet hand towel back with me, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
She shrieked, trying to cover herself. “What are you doing?”
“I’m loving you, kitten.”
I cleaned her up and then helped her strip her bed. I’d take the sheets with me to throw them out. She slept in my arms, and when morning came, I left.