Page 60 of Belle Amour

“Mmph. Going somewhere?” His voice was low and gravelly with sleep.

“No, I was thinking about waking you up with your cock in my mouth.” She teased, her voice muffled against his collarbone. He immediately released her and flopped onto his back.

“I'm still asleep.” He had a massive grin on his face but kept his eyes closed. Mirabelle laughed and leaned down, pressing her lips to the junction of his shoulder and neck.

“No, you're not.” Mirabelle kissed along his collarbone and swung her leg over him, pulling herself up and straddling his hips, grinding down on him lightly.

“Am too.” His hands flexed, and she felt his hips lift a little before he got himself under control and lay still again. “Sound asleep.” She pushed herself up straight and began tracing the faint lines of his chest and abs with the tips of her fingers as he made soft snoring noises.

“You only snore when you're congested.” She giggled.

“Oh.” He stopped pretending to snore and began breathing deeply.

“Dreaming about being in a Lamaze class?” She teased. Bastian frowned, and she rolled her hips, rubbing against the hard length of his cock; his hips immediately pressed up against her, and he let a soft groan, then pouted when she lifted so they were no longer in contact. Mirabelle grinned and leaned down, catching his lower lip in her teeth. He quickly grabbed her head and held her in place so he could kiss her.

“Tease.” He muttered as he let her go. “Just remember, I'll get you back.”

“Yeah? And how will you do that?” She smirked, running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip.

“Like this.” Bastian sat up, picked her up, and spun her around so she was under him. He ground his hips down into her, thrusting against her and kissing her so thoroughly it left her breathless. Then he pulled back, grinned wickedly, and got up, leaving her alone in the bed as he walked away. She lay there stunned for a second and heard the bathroom door close. Okay, she deserved that. Hearing the shower start up, she got up and stripped off her clothes. It looked like her punishment would be shower sex.

She walked into the bathroom, and he looked at her, smiling smugly as she stepped into the shower with him. Without saying a word, she stepped up and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly and firmly, holding his gaze as he drew in a deep breath, his eyes going dark as she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.

Bastian tipped his head back and groaned as she took him in as far as she could and pressed her tongue up as she pulled back, massaging that pleasure spot at the base of his head. “Fuck, Mira.” He pushed his hands into her hair and tugged gently. When she took him in this time, she felt his cock hit the back of her throat and fought to keep from gagging as she adjusted so she could take him deeper. When she pulled back again, she swirled her tongue around the head, then took him back in deep, relaxing her throat so she could take him in all the way. “Jesus Christ, Mira.” She heard him groan loudly, and he began to thrust in time with her movements. She danced her tongue around him and could tell he was getting close by how tight his hands were in her hair. “I'm gonna cum. Fuck.” He let go of her hair, held her head still, and pushed forward, forcing her to take him deep again.

Mirabelle smiled to herself as he came hard, his hips stuttering and his knees buckling. She happily swallowed every drop and slowly pulled back, swiping her tongue over the head, making him jerk and chuckle as he reached down and helped her to her feet. He crushed her lips under his and pulled her against him. The shower shut off, and she let him back her out. His hands slid down to her hips, and she gasped in surprise when he lifted her up and quickly wrapped her legs around his waist to help him. His hands gripped her ass tightly as he brought her back to the bed, laid her in the middle, and lay between her legs.

Bastian pulled back and rested his forehead on hers, hands sliding up her wet body to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, grinning when she whimpered and squirmed. “Gorgeous.” He smiled and kissed her lips, chin, and neck, moving slowly down her body. When he reached her pussy, he let out a low groan. “So wet for me.”

“Bastian, please.” Mirabelle whimpered. Every trailing kiss had sent little sparks through her body, and she wanted him to touch her. To her surprise, he rolled over and pulled her with him.

“On your knees, over my face.” He instructed, guiding her into position and placing her hands on the headboard.

“Bast?” Mirabelle looked down at him uncertainly. She’d never actually sat on someone's face before and didn’t know what he wanted her to do. He reached up and gripped her hips, pulling her down; he began to lick and push his tongue up inside her. Mirabelle gasped and squeezed the headboard tightly as heat pooled in her core. “Fuck!”

He hummed and gripped her hips tighter, bringing her down on him, and worked her over until she was barely able to hold herself upright. Her knuckles were white from how tightly she was gripping the headboard, and she was gasping and moaning his name so loudly she was surprised someone didn’t come knocking on the door to tell them to keep it down. When her orgasm broke over her, she tried to pull away, but he held her in place and kept licking, making her lightheaded.

When he finally let her go, she shakily moved backward until she was straddling his hips. After she caught her breath and became aware of her body again, she felt his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her, and reached down between her thigh, lifting slightly so she was hovering over him. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it, and she met hisgaze again. He watched her through half-closed eyes, excitement crossing his face as Bastian realized what she was about to do.

“Fuck, Mira, I can't even begin to tell you how goddamn hot you look right now.” He breathed. “I don't think I've ever been so fucking turned on in my life.” Mirabelle could tell he was almost straining to hold himself back from driving up into her, and it gave her an incredible feeling of power that sent her body into overdrive.

Mirabelle smiled and lowered herself onto his cock. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan. “I love how you feel when you first slide into me, that stretch.” She murmured and heard him let out a guttural groan, his hands tightening her hips.

“Jesus.” He groaned. “You’re gonna make me embarrass myself if you keep talking like that.”

Mirabelle rolled her hips and started fucking him, desperate to do just that; she wanted to make him lose control and not be able to stop himself from cumming; she wanted that power over him as he had over her. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her with a look that she could only describe as pure awe. “Fucking incredible.” He whispered. “Ride me, Mira.” He put his thumb on her clit and rubbed in circles. “I want you to cum on me. Soak me.”

Mirabelle moaned; she loved how he filled and stretched her. His cock was at just the right angle to rub her g-spot, and when he began rubbing her clit, her breathing became erratic. He started matching her movements, thrusting up to meet her, and that was it. Her orgasm washed over her, and she stiffened as her vision went black, and then she dropped onto his chest, yelling his name. A few more thrusts and Bastian stiffened, groaned her name, and she felt him cum inside her. “Fuck, Mira.” He hugged her to him tightly, holding her until she felthim slide out of her, and he gently slid her off him and kissed her forehead. “Be right back, Bunny; gotta get something to clean us both up.

He got up, and she heard him go to the bathroom, then come back, part her legs, and clean her with a warm, wet cloth before helping her up and encouraging her to go to the bathroom. When she came back and climbed in beside him, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. “It's still early, Bunny.” He murmured in her ear. “A few more hours of sleep are needed, I think.”

“Mmmhmm.” Mira nodded slowly. “I'm good with that.”

Chapter Forty: White Lotus Farms

“Did you reach out to Eleanor and Robert?” Bastian asked as he grabbed their jacket and held Mirabelle’s out to her. They had woken up after a few more hours of sleep and taken their time getting out of bed, showering and getting ready.

“No. I want to spend time with you.” Mirabelle smiled at him as she accepted her jacket and grabbed her purse. “We haven't had a day to ourselves since the first one.”

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