Page 43 of Make Me Bee-lieve

The orgasm rips through my body like a gale force wind, sending my thighs quaking. I buck my hips against his mouth as he lets out another suffocated moan. Oh, dear. Am I hurting him? Can he breathe? He slaps me on the abdomen, and I let out a startled cry. I lift my butt into the air. He gulps down a breath of air.

“Keep … going,” he gasps. “Sit back down.”

Far be it for me to argue with him, especially when I’m still in the throes of my orgasm. My entire body shudders as a thick buzz permeates the air. I lower my lips to his cock again and lap at the salty, sweet moisture that beads from the tip. Calvin’s hips jerk, and I take him, all of him, into my mouth. He slaps me on the butt again, but this time I know it’s because he’s encouraging me, not trying to get my attention.

I bob my head up and down his shaft until my eyes water. Then he gently pinches my butt. I lift my abdomen from his face a second time and look over my shoulder at him.

His face is covered in yellow, sticky honey. My honey. “Slow down, Sunshine,” he breathes. “You’re going to make me come.”

“But … but isn’t that a good thing?” I ask with a quirked brow.

“Yes, but in this case, I’d like to delay it for as long as possible. I want to come inside of you.”

Strange, but he knows his body best, I suppose. So I slide off of him and roll onto my side on the flower petal. Calvin pants heavily as he stares up at the stars, his expression dazed.

“Just … give me a sec,” he says. “Need to regroup.”

“Take your time,” I murmur.

Soon, he rolls onto his side and rests his cheek in his palm. “Okay, sweetness,” he says. My honey is smeared across his face like ruined lipstick. It takes every ounce of self control I have not to giggle at the sight. “Are you ready for the main event?”

I nod. “I … I think so. What do you need me to do now?”

“Get onto your back,” he says, then pushes himself to sit on his knees again. “I want to look at your pretty face for this next part.”

POLINA

Calvin lowers himself on his forearms to hover over me, and I feel his cock press against my entrance. I’m still slick with honey. When he slides himself inside me, I don’t feel the natural resistance I assumed would follow. Instead, he moves inside of me like he was always meant to be there. Effortless, without any of the pain I was always warned to expect.

He brushes his fingers along my cheek. “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

I shake my head. “N-No, actually. It feels…” Honestly, all I can feel right now is the fullness of having a fully erect human male inside of me. “Fine.”

He chuckles and presses his lips to my forehead, and I notice his arms are trembling. From having to hold himself up, I wonder? Or for some other reason? “There you go using that word again,” he teases. Sweat slides down his forehead, making his skin glisten. “Let’s try to do better than fine, yeah?”

When he smiles, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes become much more noticeable. They’re adorable. Just like the rest of him.

Calvin rocks back and forth against me, and I suck in a deep breath as pleasure lances through my core. This isn’t painful like I was taught to expect. As a child, I was fed the royal jelly against my will—afterward, I was taken away by Aunt Elza and given instructions on what it meant to be the queen bee fae of the Sugardove Hive. We went through the full litany of responsibilities I would have to shoulder, including copulating with a male bee. It wouldn’t feel good and it wouldn’t be fun, but it was imperative that I do my duty for the sake of the hive’s future.

To think that I may have lived the rest of my life without knowing this sort of pleasure … without having a man that I care about so deeply ask me questions about my well-being simply because he cares enough. I was going to allow myself to live the rest of my life in ignorance.

“Oh, gods,” I whimper. Without thinking, I drag my fingers across his shoulders, up and down, as he moves steadily within me. He lets out a groan as he chases his own pleasure, but I can tell he’s holding himself back for my sake. He won’t let himself get too carried away before I’ve enjoyed myself, I realize.

The tight coil that signaled the start of my orgasm starts to build within me once again. Our bodies move in perfect concert, but then he quickens his pace. Wet slaps fill the night air, and my breasts jiggle freely. Calvin lifts a hand to cup one of my breasts, holding it firmly in place, and lets out another deep moan.

It's music to my ears.

“Oh, Calvin,” I gasp. “I need more.”

“I’ve got you, Sunshine,” he grinds out through clenched teeth. “I’ve got you.”

Calvin kisses me all along my face and neck as his breathing grows more ragged, more impatient. With each thrust of his hips, he drives deeper inside of me. How deep can he possibly go, I wonder? Then, without any warning, my orgasm rips through my body. I let out a cry in a voice I don’t recognize, and suddenly I’m far, far, away, looking down at our bodies moving together. His hips slam against me a final time as he comes hard and fast inside of me, and I’m thrown back into the present moment.

His arms finally give out, and he topples over. But instead of landing on top of me, like I expect him to, he rolls onto his side at the last moment.

Calvin lets out a final grunt before all the tension in his body slackens. “I didn’t … didn’t want to crush you,” he says. “I promise I’m not trying to get away from you.” He runs his fingers through his sweaty locks of hair, and I smile as I roll onto my side to face him.

“That is appreciated, yes. Calvin, that was … sublime. The single most wonderful experience of my life, in fact. Thank you for this gift.”

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