Page 37 of Bella and Her Beast
Not one to be outdone, he snatches my thong off and rubs against my clit. “Two can play this game, Ms. Bella,” he teases. Pulling away from my grasp, he lies on his back and pulls my hips toward his mouth. His tongue teases and lashes against my already slick and wet folds, and I know it won’t be long before my juices are all over his face. The tickle of his beard encourages my undoing, but he abruptly stops, leaving the sensation to wane.
“Fuck, Greyson. Why d'you stop?” I pant.
He pulls my skirt and top off, tossing them to the side, before completely removing his pants leaving us both stark naked on a blanket in this beautiful field. We make out, each of us giving the other pleasure both tactile and oral. We both reach the peak of the foreplay and beg for the intimate act of lovemaking. Greyson slowly enters my waiting pussy, filling it with all his length and girth. I gasp at the stretching my pussy takes receiving all of his thick dick.
“Mmm,” I moan, as he slides in and out, the tip of his head kissing my cervix with each stroke.
He lowers his head and nuzzles at my neck, licking and sucking, marking his territory.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he continues to pile drive into my pussy, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. He rolls us onto our sides, grabbing a handful of my ass while continuing his thrusts.
We have had a lot of intimate moments over the past week, but this one is by far my favorite. The level of connection is on a different plane, somehow deeper and more personal. We kiss, tongues deepening with each twist and twirl. Pressure builds in my core as my clit tingles, and my counter thrusts hasten in response to the impending climax.
“Greyson?” I moan in his ear, when he buries his face into the crook of my neck.
“Yes, baby,” he mutters, through his own grunts and pants. His grip tightens on my ass, and his sweet kisses turn into sexy bites.
I sense his orgasm coming and help to bring mine to meet his. “I love you,” My body shivers and shakes from the powerful eruption it’s experiencing.
“I love you, too,” he grits out. His seed shoots into me with force.
I can feel him throbbing within my walls as they continue to contract and ride the wave, milking him until he’s drained.
He collapses onto his back, the tip of his dick barely remaining inside my cunt.
I go to roll away, but instead, he pulls me into his arms.
He places kisses on top of my head and rubs my shoulder. “Bella, if this curse—”
“Greyson, please. Let’s not talk about it.”
“No, I have to say this now while I can. If this curse is not broken, I want you to know I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. This last month, minus the time you didn’t speak to me, made me feel like I had nothing to fear, even though I did.”
“I’m glad I could bring some peace to you. I love you, too. I can honestly say that because I’ve loved no one before you. I even felt something each time you would come into the library. The little glances we shared, there was something there, I just didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For not being myself and coming up to you sooner. For spazzing out on you when you needed me the most.”
“I have you now and that’s all that matters.” He lifts my mouth to meet his, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and gently tugging on it until I lift and he takes it all.
I mount him, taking the beast deep within me and ride him until we both fall asleep.
* * *
Greyson
We takea quick dip into the lake to freshen up before heading back to the main house. I stop in the garden along the way and place a rose in her hair. The way she looked at me and smiled at my simple gesture, I had to stop myself from taking her right here in the courtyard.
When we enter the house, Zelda is in a deep discussion with Russ, I’m sure talking about their family history.
“Hola bisabuela,” Bella says, as she approaches her.
Zelda pulls Bella into her arms and places a kiss on her cheek. “Mi bella Isabella. Como estas?” she says.
“Estoy genial, bisabuela. Estoy enamorada (I'm great, great-grandmother. I'm in love),” she replies.
Zelda softly strokes her grandchild’s cheek, adoringly looking at her.
