Page 38 of On Thin Ice

“Bell, please—” I gasped, fisting my hands in the comforter beneath me. I didn’t even know what I was begging for.

More.

Everything.

His weight, his taste, his touch.

The pressure of being filled, of being taken, of being wanted exactly as I was.

He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as I writhed beneath him. My fingers threaded through his hair, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.

“So sensitive,” he murmured as his hands and mouth mapped my body like he wanted to memorize me, his fingertips tracing the definition of muscle beneath skin, the ridges of old scars, the places that made me shiver.

He nuzzled into my armpits, licking and mouthing along the tender skin, the scratch of his stubble against such a sensitive area sending jolts of electricity down my spine.

I made a choked, needy sound that just made him laugh against me, the vibration of his amusement rippling through my body.

I couldn’t stop the whimper that broke free when he licked his way down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my belly button, then pausing to nibble at my hips, nipping along the bone.

I was so hard it hurt, but he ignored my dick as he moved south, his breath hot against skin the inside of my thighs.

“Goddamn it, Bell!” I exclaimed when he continued to ignore the part of my body that needed him the most.

“Patience,” he said, his tone domineering. It wasn’t a suggestion; it was a command, and the authority in the reproach sent a fresh surge of heat through me, causing my dick to twitch against my stomach.

“Fine,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut and nodding helplessly, surrendering to whatever he was prepared to give me. For some reason I’d explore later, I wanted to be good for Bell. Wanted to give him everything he asked of me.

The thought should have terrified me, but right here, right now, there was only the overwhelming need to please him.

He licked a broad stripe up my inner thigh, the flat of his tongue leaving a wet trail on my skin. He nosed at my balls and suckled them until I was gasping, my chest heaving with labored breaths, my whole body trembling with need. The ceiling above me blurred as tears of frustration gathered in my eyes.

“Bell, please.” I shifted, spreading my thighs wider in silent invitation.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he said, his voice reverent. “Wrung out and begging for my cock. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

And then, finally—finally!—he moved lower, his mouth teasing my hole, his tongue dragging over it. The wet, hot pressure made my vision go white for a hot second.

I cried out, my hands scrabbling at the sheets. “Fuck. God. Shit.” I writhed against his mouth, shameless and frantic. Beyond caring what I sounded like, what I looked like.

Beyond caring about anything except the tingling building low in my spine.

Bell just hummed against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation as he continued to slick me up with long, thorough strokes, getting me wet and open. Each press took him deeper, loosening the tight ring of muscle and making me see stars.

I was trembling, on the verge of sobbing from how much I needed him. My thighs shook with the effort of holding off my orgasm, my stomach muscles clenching.

He pulled away eventually with a kiss to my stomach and climbed off the bed.

The sudden loss of his heat, his touch, his mouth was like being doused in ice. “No!” I gasped, reaching for him like he was the only thing tethering me to the earth. My desperation made my plea sound like a sob.

“Just getting a condom,” he assured me as he crouched down, his dick jutting proudly up in front of him, a thin strand of pre-cum connecting the tip to his stomach as he rummaged through his bag.

After a few seconds, he straightened, the corners of his mouth pulling downward, his brows dipped into a deep vee. “I, uh, don’t have a condom; just lube,” he said roughly. “I can still get you off with my mouth?—”

“No,” I said immediately, pushing up onto my elbows and shaking my head so hard it made me dizzy. “I need you inside me, right fucking now.”

Bell froze, the packet of lube crinkling in his fist. His eyes searched mine, his pulse jumping in his throat. His shoulders were tight, his whole body radiating tension.

“My only partner was four years ago,” I babbled, the words tumbling over each other in my rush to get them out. “All my tests are clear. I swear.”

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