Page 26 of Belle Amour

“Bastian.” She moaned quietly. Mirabelle occasionally talked in her sleep, but he’d never heard her moan his name before, and it sent a shock of heat to coil low in his stomach.

“Oh honey, don't do this to me, please.” Bastian's eyes widened in panic. His cock became impossibly, painfully hard the moment she moaned his name. She moaned again and pushed her hips out, looking for something to grind on. He closed his eyes tightly, praying she would stop.

“Please, Bastian… need you.” She mumbled, her hand tightening on his waist. Bastian’s eyes flew open, and he sucked in a breath as she mumbled and ground her hips against him. He looked at her face. Judging by the REM that was going on, her moans, pleas, and movements, she was having one hell of a dream.

Unable to listen anymore, Bastian brought his hand up to her face and gently tapped it. “Mira, Love, wake up,” his voice was strangled. “Please.” Her eyes flew open, looking around wildly as she panted for air. Her eyes met his, and she immediately dropped her gaze, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of red.

“Uh, was I...” She trailed off, looking very nervous.

“Yeah, you were.” Bastain breathed a sigh of relief and smiled when she covered her face and groaned, rolling away from him onto her back. “It's okay!” he reassured her as he gently grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands down.

She shook her head and closed her eyes, avoiding his gaze, not entirely out of embarrassment either, Bastian realized as she shifted and squeezed her thighs tightly together. Not that he was doing much better beside her. His brain was overloadedwith the sound of her saying his name and begging for what she needed. He wished he could make a move, but they had agreed to take it slow. She sighed and shifted suddenly, and he bit his lip, trying to stay still. “Are you okay, Bunny?” he asked quietly, his voice still a little strained and rough.

“Yes - no.” Mirabelle opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Can I be very honest and open, and you promise you won't be upset with me?”

Bastian raised his eyebrows in surprise, short of telling him he needed to sleep on the pull-out sofa bed; there was very little that she could say that would upset him. “Of course, Bunny, what is it?”

She took a deep breath, and her cheeks flushed even more. “I'm incredibly turned on right now, and I can't focus on anything else.” She winced as the words tumbled from her mouth, and before Bastian could say anything, she hurried on, almost tripping over her words in her rush to get everything out. “I’m sorry; I just made this very awkward.” She dropped her gaze and pulled back from him. “It's okay if you want some space between us.”

Bastian stared at her, unable to get his brain to function. He was pretty sure that all the blood in his upper body was now in his cock. “Fuck.”

She ducked her head, looking absolutely mortified. “I'm sorry, Bastian.”

Bastian realized Mirabelle thought he was rejecting her, and that finally got his brain firing again. He quickly reached out and pulled her tight against him, letting her feel just how hard she’d made him as he put his hand under her chin and gently coaxed her to look at him. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears, and he leaned forward and kissed her. She sighedas his lips moved over hers, and when he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, she opened and let him in with a moan; after a few minutes, he managed to pull back by sheer force of will and rested his forehead against hers. “That was the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me, and believe me, I'm in the same boat here, and I’m more than happy and willing to help you take care of it. Just give me the okay.” Bastian held his gaze, trying to convey how sincere he was. “You said you wanted to take it slow, and that’s the only reason I’m hesitating.”

“Bastian,” she squirmed against him, meeting his gaze with almost frantic pleading. “Please, I need...” She trailed off and took a deep breath. “I need to cum.” His breath hitched in his throat, and he let out a groan. Bastian wanted her so badly; his cock was rock hard and leaking precum. He was quickly losing his resolve, but he really didn't want her to regret this in the morning. He could feel her trembling against him, and it was his undoing.

“Mira...” he groaned, running his hand through his hair. He needed to be sure she wanted this, but she was already pulling away from him, once again misinterpreting his words and actions.

“It is fine, I understand, but I cannot handle being this close to you in this state and not getting some kind of release.” Mirabelle smiled shakily at him. “I'm sorry I put you in this position.”

Bastian shook his head, a hint of frustration filling him at her apologies; she couldn’t help how she was feeling any more than he could. “You have to stop apologizing to me.” I've never wanted anything or anyone as badly as I want you.” He pulled her back into him and kissed her again, hard and a little desperately. Mirabelle moaned and responded by tugging him over so he was lying on top of her. She pressed her hips up just ashe pressed down into her. “Fuck!” He growled as the heat from her core met his cock. His hands slid to her hips, and he pulled her tighter to him, grinding his hips against her.

“Oh god, Bast!” She gasped, her fingers scrabbling over his back. “More, please; I need more of you.” Her fingers curled into his shoulders as his lips moved down her throat. His hips found a rhythm, and she soon matched it. Her body was trembling under him, and he knew it was over; he couldn't stop now. He pulled back and sat her up. He grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it off, pausing for the briefest of moments to admire her before bringing his mouth down to latch onto her nipple. Her hands wove themselves into his hair as she sucked in a sharp breath. He let it go and moved to the other one while hooking his fingers under the waistband of her shorts. Mirabelle lifted her hips, and he pulled them down, inhaling sharply when he had her bare in front of him.

“God, you're so fucking beautiful.” He said, looking her over. He was sure she was glowing faintly; every inch of her was trembling with need and desire, and he could see her wetness slicking her thighs. He quickly pulled off his shorts, and his cock stood at attention, precum freely running down the side. Mirabelle reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock at the base and lightly stroked his entire length. “Christ.” It came out in a low hiss, and he caught her hand quickly before she ended things too early. He pushed her back down onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. “Tell me you want this, Mira.” He said firmly, looking into her eyes. “I need to hear you say you want me.”

“I want this, I want you. Please, Bastian, fuck me.” She was almost sobbing as she writhed under him. As much as he wanted to draw this out and make her scream his name repeatedly, he also wanted to be buried inside the woman he’dfantasized about for most of his adult life. He lined himself up and slowly pushed into her, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the warmth and wetness envelop him.

“Oh, sweet fuck Gorgeous, you're so wet, oh you feel so damn good.” He groaned. He could feel her walls already clamping around him, and for a second, he thought it was going to be over before it really began. He forced his eyes open, needing to see her face, watching as a mixture of pleasure and pain washed over her as he took his time, savouring the feeling of being inside her again.

“Oh fuck.” She whimpered, her nails digging into his back as he felt her walls give away and stretch to accommodate his girth. He might not be very long, but he was thick, and he knew to take his time and let her adjust.

“It's okay, baby, I got you.” He leaned down and kissed her hard as he buried himself inside her and gave them both a moment to get used to the feeling of each other. Feeling her relax after a minute or two, he pulled out and pushed in again, still taking his time. “You okay, Gorgeous? Can I go a little faster?”

“Please, yes, faster.” Mirabelle nodded frantically, lifting her hips to meet his as he thrust slowly back inside. He watched as the pain melted out of her face, and it relaxed into pure pleasure, her eyes closing as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Bastian picked up speed, reaching down between them and circling her clit with his thumb. He was rewarded for his effort when she cried out, her body lifting off the mattress as her hands dropped down and gripped the sheets tightly.

“Come on, Bunny.” He encouraged her, watching the way her face contorted as he moved his thumb faster, determined to make her cum before he did. “Be a good girl and cum for me. Want to feel you cum all over my cock.” A few more thrusts and she tensed up underneath him and then, with a shriek, tumbledover the edge. Her walls fluttered around him, and he slammed into her once more, bottoming out as pure pleasure tore through him, and he came hard.

Bastian collapsed on top of her and quickly rolled off so he didn't crush her beneath him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently as they came down together. As their breathing evened out, he instantly wondered if they had gone too far, too fast and looked at her worriedly. “Are you alright?” He asked hesitantly.

“Yes, I'm very alright.” She snuggled in close to him, yawning. “Let's sleep now. We can talk about things in the morning, just let me enjoy this and you right now.”

“Whatever you want, Mira.” He held her tightly, running his hands in slow circles over her back until she got up and used the bathroom, bringing him back a cloth so he could clean himself up; this time, when she cuddled into him, he was able to go to sleep.

Chapter Eighteen: The Morning After

Mirabelle

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