Page 79 of The List of Things

My body feels like there’s lightning shooting through my veins. Electricity, purring in my chest, and stomach as he digs his fingers into my thighs. I open my eyes, leaning myself up on my elbows to look at him. His hair is tousled and messy.

I don’t need any confirmation he’s enjoying this because I can tell. I’ve never seen anyone look so pretty going down on me but he does. His eyes flicker open, and he takes a second to look up at me, and then he flattens his tongue again, moving it faster, more skill driven into his movements. His eyes burn through me, and my chest feels like it might collapse from how fast my heart is beating.

The muscles in my stomach and thighs tighten the faster he moves his tongue, and I pant. I can’t help but cry out at the feeling. My body reacts before my mind can even process a man actually making me cum this way. He removes his lips which immediately stops the high but slides his fingers in my entrance which I know is dripping wet at this point.

I fall back onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. It’s incredibly hard considering he’s good at touching me like this too. My mind will never be clear when his hands are on me. He curls his fingers, and my hips jerk. Maybe at the fact that I was so close and he took that away from me.

“Not yet… Soon,” He tells me, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. He’s looking up at me with a devilish grin.

He moves his fingers slowly, teasing me fully as he removes them from me. He slides his fingers up my heat, and stands up, his body between my legs now. I lean up on my elbows again, and stare at him, noticing just how hard he is through the black pants he wears. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and wraps his lips around them. I’m not sure why I feel my cheeks burning at the sight in front of me. He’s incredibly comfortable in the bedroom, and I love that about him. I’ve seen this confidence before.

He fucks with the same confidence he plays with…

“You can take them off...” He tells me, and I reach forward, unbuttoning his pants, knowing he must feel relief as I pull them down.

I release him from his briefs, and stare at him once again, the sight truly not getting old.

“Condom?” I ask, and he opens the bedside table drawer.

He grabs one, and rips it open with his teeth, retrieving the rubber, and pushing it over his length.

“You’re sure?” He asks me once again, and I roll my eyes. “I’m just making sure. No need to be hostile.”

I reach forward, pulling him down to me as I scoot back on the bed. He moves to me, and places himself, slowly sliding in, and both of us release a heavy breath at the feeling. I feel my walls stretch around him, my body shaking at the feeling of him pushing himself deep, fully inside of me. He holds himself up over my body, both hands on each side of my head, as he stays still inside of me. His eyes screwed shut. His lips are parted as he breathes, and my body is itching to be closer to him despite how close we already are.

“You can move.”

He’s incredibly still right now.

“Yeah, give me a second,” He hangs his head, his hair sloppy as it hangs, “You feel so fucking good.”

He practically whispers the words, and I touch him, my fingers brushing over his skin. He slowly moves, almost all the way out before slamming himself back into me, his movements stay the same, over and over as he moves his hips, and I can’t say a word. I won’t because he’s perfect.

The way he looks while he’s fucking me, and especially the way he feels. He’s breathing hard, his eyes open now and set on me, and I never keep eye contact like this, but it makes it feel that much better when it’s Bellamy, and I don’t understand it. “Ryn... Fuck,” He breathes out, and I arch my back, my arms coming up and around his neck, hanging over the back of him. I run my hand up over the back of his head, my fingers laced with his hair now. My eyes squeeze shut at the feeling he brings as he rocks himself into me.

“Fuck Bell...” I moan his name and he slows, his head shaking.

“You can’t call me that right now...” He tells me.

“Why?” I ask, confusion rolling through me.

“Because I’m trying to make this last, and it won’t if you call me that, so don’t,” He warns me and then slams into me again.

I cry out, my back arching higher. I latch my legs around his lower back, keeping him where he is, and he pants, his head jerking back. “What are you doing?” He asks me, and I let his hips go, his body moving back, his dick sliding out. I pull him down, his body is easy to move in this setting. I pull him down to the bed, his back hitting it hard, and I make my move on top of him, straddling him.

“May I?” I ask, and his eyes are crystal clear, staring at me like I might have hung the moon right now.

They’re glossy… No hazy is a better word for it. He looks like he’s lost, and found all in one right now, and I like that he looks at me like nothing else exists in the world around us. Not his friends, not his apartment, not this campus, not football, nothing but me, straddling him.

“Please,” He agrees.

I could come right now if I didn’t want to make this last just like he does. Dear god, I’d pay money to hear him beg for me. I roll my hips, my core teasing him, sliding up his length. I place myself, and lower down, my body adjusting to him again in this position and both of us moan in sync at the feeling, and I get chills all over my body instantly at the knowledge of this feeling just as good to him as it does to me. I arch my back, my hands moving behind me, and holding onto his thighs as I face forward. I give myself leverage, easily able to rock my hips forward and ride him.

I do just that, slowly at first, taking my time feeling every inch of him, hitting every aching spot of mine. My body is singing at the feeling of him inside of me like this. I’ve never really cared which side of this I end up on because normally I have to finish myself off before the night is over. I have an incredibly strong feeling this won't be over until we’ve both made it across the finish line and then some.

His hands are exploring me, he moves them up my thighs, and then down my stomach. His fingers brush my pubic bones, and then his thumb finds my clit, and I’m not sure what sound I make but I know something comes out of my mouth at the feeling of him. I did tell myself I wanted this to last but I don’t know if that’s possible at this point.

“Bell please...” I whine out, my hips moving up and down now, my body wanting nothing more than to cross that line, but do it with him too.

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