Page 45 of The Artist
With a heavy sigh she suddenly pulled away and curled up her body in a fetal position.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry, Mason. I told you I was bad at sex.”
“What? We haven’t even started yet. Didn’t you ever watch porn?”
“Once or twice. I once saw five men in an orgy, but it didn’t turn me on.”
I hated that Belle thought of sex as a disappointment. The idiot who ruined it for her deserved to have his ass spanked with poison ivy. Born to be competitive, I felt an urgent need to prove to her that with the right man, sex could feel wonderful. Trailing my finger down her shoulder, I suggested, “How about we take it slow and you let me kiss you tonight?”
“I thought you wanted sex?”
“Right now, I want to kiss you. Can I?”
Slowly, Belle turned her body and placed a hand on my collarbone. There was enough light shining from under the door that I could see the outline of her pretty features. Caressing her, I dipped my head and kissed her with soft lips.
In my fantasies, I’d fucked her in a hundred positions, but now that I had her in my arms, I felt nothing but tenderness. I kissed her again and this time she puckered her lips and leaned into me. The sounds from our lips meeting in intimacy hit something deep inside me. Belle wasn’t interested in me because I was an Aurelius. She didn’t care who my parents were or what rank I held. Belle was touching and kissing me because she was attracted to me as a man. What we were doing was forbidden and delicious in all the wrong ways.
Our hands joined in on the kissing – hers roaming over my chest and shoulders, mine cupping her perky breasts. Blood pumped through my veins with speed that made my heart hammer. I was so turned on that I could poke through concrete with my erection.
Belle made the sweetest sounds as she kissed me. When I tested her reaction by brushing my tongue along her lower lip and over the rim of her teeth, she dug her fingers into my left shoulder and licked my tongue with hers.
The game was on!
I’d fantasized about kissing since I was a young teenager and now it was finally happening. I might be inexperienced with real women, but I let my desire to taste and feel her guide me. Using my hands, I stimulated her clit for a while as I kissed her neck, ear, and jawline.
My fingers were wet from her juices and feeling curious, I lifted my fingers to taste.
Belle stared at me. “Did you just…” She sounded too mortified to finish her sentence.
“I’ve always wondered what a real woman tastes like.”
“And?”
“Honestly, there’s not much taste to it.” I licked again. “I thought it would be sweet as pineapple, but it’s not.”
“Pineapple? What in the world gave you that idea?”
“I must have read it somewhere.”
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
With a low chuckle, I kissed my way down her body. “Maybe I just need to taste it from the source.”
Belle let me spread her legs and lick her thoroughly. She gave little gasps of pleasure that fueled my pride. Taking her hand, I placed it in my hair. It was something I’d seen in movies and always wanted to try. To drive a woman to an orgasm while she held on to me was an erotic fantasy of mine. I welcomed the pain of her fisting her hands into my hair while arching her body. Belle was fucking losing her self-control because of me. I kept sucking and licking until she held a hand across her mouth and whimpered out her orgasm.
Giving her a second to process what just happened, I moved back into a spooning position and whispered in her ear. “Now, you’re ready.”
A guttural groan escaped me as I pressed against her tight entrance. She flinched a little when I worked my way inside, but the way her small pussy expanded to fit me was pure magic.
Her breathing picked up again when I lifted her left leg and pushed deeper. The bed squeaked from my rocking movement and I didn’t care that I was moaning into her ear. This was fucking exquisite. Biting her ear gently, I positioned my left leg between hers to keep them spread and then I used my free hand to feel her gorgeous tits.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. “This feels amazing, Belle. Your body is so fucking divine.”
She didn’t answer me but intertwined our fingers on our right hands and moaned softly.
“You like it?” I whispered in her ear.
