“I’ve dreamt about this,” Harry murmurs against my ear before he kisses a path down my neck. “About you and me in this bed together. About us in the shower, against that wall over there, everywhere. You’re all I see, Bella. My beautiful, smart, talented, Bella.”
My heart flips in my chest and I gasp as his fingers play with my stiff nipple.
“You’ve thought about me like this? About us together?”
“Yes, god yes, Bella. Every day for the last decade.”
His lips wrap around my nipple and I watch as he sucks it into his mouth. He rolls the stiff peak over his tongue and I moan, arching into him. My eyes flutter closed as he switches to my other breast and gives it the same attention.
“I’ve fantasized about these breasts. Jerked myself raw to dreams of you beneath me, your legs spread wide for me.”
My whole body feels like it’s on fire at his words. I can feel my juices on the inside of my thighs as I rub them together, trying to ease the ache deep in my core.
“My sweet Bella. Do you need me here?” Harry asks, his dark eyes locking with mine as his fingers tease my delicate folds.
“Yes!” I cry out and Harry grins at me like he’s the predator and I’m his prey.
He licks his lips, keeping his eyes on mine as he prowls down my body. His long hair hangs like a curtain around his angular face. I’m panting by the time that he’s settled between my thighs.
“You smell like roses, Bella. Your little pussy is as pretty as a rose too,” he says as he dips his head and breathes me in.
“Harry, please,” I gasp out as I feel his warm breath waft over my delicate flesh.
“Don’t beg, Bella. You never need to beg, my little rose. I’ll always give you what you want, what you need.”
His tongue splits my slick folds and I cry out as he nudges my clit. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as my fingers twist and tangle in the sheets beneath me.
I’ve never had anyone do this to me before. I never wanted anyone but Harry so why waste my time with other guys? Sometimes I would lay awake at night, imagining what sex and other stuff would feel like. Nothing could have prepared me for the real thing though.
Harry eats me like a man starved. There’s no finesse. It’s just his tongue, lips, and teeth devouring every inch of my pussy. I writhe and moan, arching into his mouth as my orgasm floods my system.
Shockwaves spread out from my center, tingles starting in my fingers and toes and I gasp, wiggling away when Harry keeps on licking my core.
“More,” Harry growls, his hands pinning me to the bed.
He holds me in place, drawing out another orgasm, and then another. My eyes are heavy and I feel like I’m boneless by the time that he nips my thigh and then crawls up my body.
I’m weak and pliant beneath him when he cradles my face in his hands. His thighs nudge mine wider and his thick cock nudges my drenched opening.
“I’m going to try to go slow, little rose, but I’ve been dying for you.”
“Take me then,” I breathe, letting my thighs drop open wide so that he can slip inside.
He slips the tip inside, stretching my virgin hole and I suck in a sharp breath as he sinks deeper. Harry lets out a few curse words, baring his teeth as he breaks through my virginity and claims me.
“You’re so goddamn tight,” Harry grits out and I wiggle beneath him.
The pain is already dissipating and now all I can feel is the stirrings of another orgasm. Harry buries his face in my neck, his harsh pants filling my ears as he rocks in and out of me.
He grinds against my clit with each stroke and I’m teetering on the edge of another release in minutes.
“Come for me, little rose. I need to feel this sweet pussy milk the come from my balls.”
His words, so dirty, send me over the edge and my fingernails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him and ride out the wave of pleasure. I can hear Harry shout, calling out my name like it’s a prayer and then his release fills me. I can feel it spreading between us, coating my thighs and the thought of him coming inside of me has me ready for round two.
Harry pulls out slowly, his warm come following after him and I grin up at the ceiling as he rolls onto his side next to me. He pulls me into his arms and I sigh, content.
I glance up, resting my chin on his strong chest, and take in his messy hair and the slight stubble that’s covering his jaw. He really does look like a beast. That makes me his beauty.
I just hope that our story ends with a happily ever after like theirs.
Chapter 6
Harry
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I collapse next to Bella on the bed, both of us panting and grinning like loons. That was… everything that I ever wanted. I’ve always been close to Bella but that, when we were connected so intimately, well, I’ve never felt so in tune with another human being.
“That was amazing,” Bella says, throwing her arm over my waist and cuddling into my side.
I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her close to me. She kisses my shoulder, nuzzling against my neck and it feels like my whole world is complete. We relax against each other for a few minutes, trying to calm our racing hearts but all too soon, Bella is pulling away from me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, sitting up in bed next to her.
“I need to go downstairs and check on the party.”
“No, you don’t. I’m sure it’s going great. Stay,” I plead with her and she throws a grin over her shoulder at me as she tugs her panties up her legs.
“I need to check in with Gracelyn too and make sure that she doesn’t need anything from me. I meant to do it earlier but I got distracted.”
I laugh when she winks at me and she joins me.
“Don’t get me wrong, I liked that distraction.”
“Good. I did too,” I say quietly.
I help her zip her dress back up and I watch as she pads barefoot to the door.
“I’ll be right back,” she promises before she slips out of my bedroom and down the hallway.
I relax back in bed, a grin on my lips. It feels like I finally have everything that I wanted. Everything that I need. The bedroom door is still cracked and I can hear the music from downstairs but it’s not as noisy as it was earlier. I look over and see that it’s close to 11 pm. I’m not surprised that I got lost in Bella and missed most of the party. I can’t say that I’m upset about it either.
I debate getting up and taking a shower but I like smelling like Bella. Maybe we can take one when she gets back. We can finally enact all of those fantasies that I’ve had of the two of us all soapy and wet. I’ve heard that shower sex can be a pain but I’m sure that as long as it was with Bella, I would love it.
When Bella isn’t back in fifteen minutes, I start to get worried. I try to reassure myself that she’s just helping out a guest, or maybe Gracelyn needed help and she’s still on the phone. Part of me wants to stomp downstairs, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her back to bed, Be the beast that everyone thinks I am but I don’t want to be that controlling guy who can’t let his girl out of his sight for two seconds. So, instead, I wait.
After another ten minutes, I’m starting to get nervous. Did she leave this room and realize that she made a mistake? Does she regret what we did? What could be keeping her so long? She hadn’t seemed upset when she left. I thought that we were finally on the right track.