Page 32 of Wild Ever After
He used his thumbs to tease the edges of her labia, but it wasn’t only Bella being teased. He enjoyed driving her wild. He enjoyed touching her after all this time. But he needed to slide inside her. He needed to seat himself all the way within her walls.
His cock dripped, the single drop sliding down the length. He stroked his finger through the thick fluid and touched it to her mouth. She greedily sucked the tip in. “Mmmm…”
“Bella… Say it. Don’t make me spank it out of you.”
“Oooohhh…”
“No, girl. Not ooohhh. Your bottom is too tender for what I’d do. I’d have to settle for your lovely pussy or your equally lovely breasts.”
She shivered through the heat in the room, the heat between them.
“Is that what you want?”
She continued to suck on the tip of his finger and his other hand continued to tease between her legs, never touching her clit, never giving her exactly what she was looking for. Oh, he would. And soon. Just not until…
“Bella,” he admonished. “Your answer…” He trailed his finger down from her mouth, down her chin, and with the aid of his thumb, he flicked at one of her nipples making her arch. He flicked the other one, slightly harder than the first, and she bowed up again.
Back and forth, he popped her nipples until she wasn’t sure she wanted to cry or beg. Her mouth opened and closed. Her eyes did the same.
Her palms returned to his cock, stroking the length, bumping up against the head. “I can come like this, pet. Is that what you want? I can torment your body, keep you from that climax you’re trying to find.”
“P-please no. Please, Sir.”
“Then tell me, Bella.”
He lifted his hand from between her legs and used both to pinch her nipples, to pull at them, to tug them, to twist them. She strained and the muscles in her thighs began to tremble.
God, he’d missed this. Holding her on a thin thread, playing her like a fine tuned instrument.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No… Yes… I don’t know.”
Harry let go of her nipples and she mewled. He dragged his short nails down her chest and stomach, using the flat of one hand to smack her clit. She howled. “What a lovely sound. Do you want another?”
She shook her head in the negative, but the word out of her mouth… “Yes.”
Again, he smacked her clit, returning his other hand to one of her nipples. For each smack on her pussy, on her clit, he also squeezed her nipple.
She humped the air and started to lower her legs. “Please, Sir…”
Awash in sensation, perspiration beading on her forehead and chest, Harry pinched her clit, rubbed it between his fingers. “Look at me. Focus on me. Good girl. The rebirth and new beginning for us or the last time we’ll be together, Bella. Answer me.”
Seconds ticked by as they stared at one another. Her breath heavy, her eyes hot with emotion and need. Her pussy wet and open.
He’d rarely seen her look so beautiful. She was lush, a goddess,hisgoddess…
“Always us, Sir. Always us. Please… Please, Sir…”
He kissed her gently. “Good girl,” he whispered. He let go of her nipple and angled his cock at her entrance. Slow and steady, he pushed inside, pushed inch by inch, pushed until he was all the way and his balls rested on her bottom.
She throbbed and still he held her clit.
He pulled out, then drove back in, and still he held her clit.
She whimpered, reaching for him, fisting her hands in the bed sheet, and still he held her clit.
“If I let go, are you going to come, Bella mine?”
