She helped him get the thin, silky fabric over her head, leaving a strapless red bra pushing up her breasts. His tongue dove between them, tasting, kissing, sucking as his hands pulled the fabric away exposing two blackberry nipples. He swept his mouth over one while he gently massaged the other. Pinching the hard peak on one side while scissoring his teeth over the other. He sucked, as she whimpered.
Raking her fingers through his hair, she pulled him closer, urging him on. Little whimpers and moans escaped from behind those lush lips, making his dick pulse and beg to be let out. But this wasn’t about him. This was about letting the woman he loved know that no matter what, he was there for her. That he would take care of her. That he could give without taking.
“You’re so goddamn perfect, Angel.” He kissed along her belly, unbuttoning her pants. “I want to taste you. Make you come on my mouth. Drink you up as you explode all over my face.”
“Bently.”
“You want that, Angel?”
She bit her lip and he held his breath. He’d wait until the end of the world for Belle, but this needed to be her decision.
“Yes.” She nodded. “I want that, Bently, more than you know.”
He pulled the zipper down before tugging the skintight jeans to the ground, until she was in nothing but those damn red panties. He pressed his nose against her cleft and inhaled. Her scent intoxicated his senses, flooding his body with overwhelming desire. His mouth watered. He licked over the lace, giving in to the overpowering need to taste her. Sweet musk tantalized his senses. He was hungry for more. One hit would never be enough.
Bently kissed his way up her belly and neck, ending on her lips as he guided her backwards onto the bed. Her tiny gasps and whimpers only stoked the burning need within. He sat and pulled her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling once again. Slipping his fingers under the band of her panties, he tugged them down her legs. She unhooked her bra, letting it tumble to the ground. She was bare before him. A bronze angel of perfection. His hands spread out, tracing the dips and curves of her breasts. He sucked them each one more time before he moved south, exploring, worshiping as he’d promised. He spread her thighs as she shivered. Circular scars and burn marks peppered her inner thigh. His grip tightened and she stilled.
“I’m sorry—”
“No. You have nothing to apologize for. You’re beautiful.” He kissed one scar, and then another. “Perfect just the way you are.” He made sure to caress each one with his lips before he looked up at her again.
Tears welled in her eyes as she focused on him. She sucked him in like a black hole, relentless and complete. His chest squeezed. “You are not your scars. You’re not your past. They’re just reminders that you’re a warrior. They’re beautiful. You’re so fucking stunning you take my breath away. You make me . . .” He choked up. He wanted her to know just how truly amazing she was.
He dipped his head to her sex. His tongue darted out, licking between her hot slick folds. She was dripping wet for him. She tasted like honey from the gods. He groaned and she pulled on his hair until the pain only highlighted the pleasure. His cock was rock hard, the zipper teeth cutting into his flesh painfully.
“You taste so good,” he said before diving back in for more. He licked and sucked as her legs began to tremble, clamping around his head. He pressed them apart, spreading her thighs open to him as he used his fingers to fuck her and sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Fuck!” she gasped, her eyes widening before she squeezed them shut.
“Open those eyes, Angel. Want you to see me worship you. Want you to see how responsive your tight little body is. Want you to see who’s making you feel this good. Don’t hide from me,” he begged.
Belle’s eyes rolled. Her thighs clenched around him and he raked his teeth ever so gently over her pulsing nub.
“Oh, god. Yes!” she grit out, no doubt trying to be quiet.
How loud could she be if they were alone?
A flush of wetness dripped down his chin and fingers. He lapped up her juices as she came down, her body growing limp. Her fingers released his hair as she lay back on the bed. He tucked himself in next to her, pulling her hot naked body against his. He was still fully clothed, but he’d never felt so naked with a woman before in his life. Her gaze had penetrated his soul, leaving him exposed. Too vulnerable. Belle saw him. And she didn’t run away.
“That was . . .”
“Beautiful,” he finished for her. He’d never seen anything more stunning than witnessing her come.
“Earth-shattering.”
He chuckled and held her closer. “My ego appreciates the compliment.”
“Bently . . .” Her voice wavered.
He considered her eyes, worried. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
Relief swept over him as he exhaled.
“I’ve never . . . I mean . . . I’ve never experienced that before.”
She’d felt it too. “I know. It was intense.” The hurricane of emotions that had swept through him while worshipping her on his knees was staggering.
“No—I mean, yes, it was. But I meant, I’ve never had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced before. I had no idea it could be like that.”
He was stunned speechless. His brows knit together. This beautiful creature had never had an orgasm from a partner? “That was your first?”
She nodded, looking down as if ashamed.
He smiled. “Then we have a lot of time to make up for.”
He sucked her nipple into his mouth as she gasped. His hands found her slick entrance, searching out the spot that was sure to send her over the edge again.
He was going to make her come, over and over. Until she begged him to stop. Because
