Chapter 11.3 : Bella - Martin

"Ugh," she stared back at me, "that was totally unfair." She pushed me back, and back, until she had decided to walk me all the way back to the couch, where she pressed me down, ascending over me to straddle my lap.

"Your couch is really luxurious," she said.

"Very good for seduction," she said as she yanked my shirt up and over my head and tossed it to the floor. She stared at my bare chest as if she wanted to eat it, and she ran her hands all over me, settling at the button of my jeans between us. I quickly became tough.

"I've been dying to see you naked once more.""I try not to think about it but I really can't," she said, nearly breaking my heart. " Now that I understand you, now that I know who you are, I just... I want... I knew this would happen." She almost appeared to be in pain. She pressed her hands against my sides, as if she was absolutely terrified to let go. A fraid of falling.

"So, what would happen?" I pushed her, my hands sliding up her thighs to her buttocks, under her skirt, gripping her to me, waiting for her to say it.

"Damn you," she roared, then occupied my mouth with hers, kissing me deep and hot. I moaned as she pressed her hips against mine.

"You have to inform me you want it, Bella." You must say it."

She took a deep breath loudly into my ear. "You were intended to be a wealthy jerk. You were supposed to be someone with whom you could have fun but not become attached. How can you possibly do this to me? ”

I drew away from her so I could see her face. She was irritated. “Sweetheart…”

"Don't," she said quietly. Her eyes are filled with tears. One rolled down her cheek as she squeezed her eyes shut.

I kissed it goodbye. "We don't have to, and it's fine. No, we don't."

"You're a jerk. Please. Martin, please," she begged. "Would you please take me to bed? Please, please," she begged as she kissed me. "Make love to me," I said as I swallowed her words.

I stood up, still holding her in my arms, her lips against mine. She clung to me as I decided to carry her into my bedroom and placed her on my bed, wrapping her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders. I crawled up on top of her and pressed my weight into her body because she wouldn't let me go. Her grip finally let go, and she shifted her weight beneath me. Her supple body. Curvy, warm, and all mine. I had the impression that I had returned home.

She grabbed my zipper and pulled it open, slipping her hand inside and wrapping her fingers around me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I pressed my brow against hers. "Hey, take it easy. We've got time, okay? I want to enjoy this." I took her hand and kissed it before kissing her neck.

"We're out of time. This was not supposed to happen. I don't have the entire night. I have to hurry to pick up Yzee. Tonight I wasn't supposed to let myself do this. I was trying to be clever..." She drew me in with her legs as she whipped her shirt off over her head, attempting to reach behind herself to unfasten her bra.

"Oh, I missed these," I said as I bent to cover her breasts in my hands, kneading and massaging her, rolling the tips between my fingers.

"I had fantasies about these every night. Oh, Bella," I sighed, "let's just enjoy this, okay" Even if you have to leave soon, this is just the start for us. "We have time," I said as I licked her nipple. "It's just the start, okay?"

As I nibbled, she exhaled and flexed her fingers into my shoulders. "Okay, okay," she said, her breathing slowing and deepening.

"That's good," I said, feeling her relax beneath me. Good girl. I can make it more interesting for you," I murmured, sliding down her body, skirt and panties slipping over her hips and down her legs. "Yes, much better," I said as I kissed, licked, and fondled my way up her body.

"Martin," she yelped, "Martin," letting out the most beautiful gasp as I pressed my lips against the apex of her thighs and kissed her there, softly, touching her.

"Baby," she said, and her voice rang in my ears.

I massaged her, and she moaned beneath me. "Oh, I really like the way you sound. Your sound, your voice is so sweet," I said, nipping at her rounded thigh with my teeth. "And your curves are so lovely," I said as my mouth drifted on her center. "You have such a delicious flavor. Moan for me once more," I said, and she did. I devoured her and pushed her up higher and higher until she cried out and jumped off the bed. Nothing had ever been so good. I lowered her with kitten licks until she was vulnerable and breathing heavily on the bed, attempting to reach for me to pull me into her.

I took off my pants and boxers and ran my hands over her bare skin. I couldn't get enough of her flavor and started kissing my way up her body. Every curve, dip, and rounded part of her magnificent body was as delectable as the most delectable treat. She was the one thing I couldn't live without. My heart belonged to her.

When I got to her lips, she grabbed me and held me tight, saying, "Martin, oh, oh, Martin," and kissed me. Her lips, her tongue, her little sighs and moans, the fluttering of her hands over my skin, the taste of her breath, all of it was so precious that it told me she felt the same way I did. That all this thing between us was genuine and authentic.

"I love you, Bella," I said barely audible, but I knew she really heard it. Her breath was expelled against my ear, full of what she couldn't yet say.

She pushed me into her as I spread my legs in front of her. She tried to draw me into her embrace, and we both groaned at what we had endured for so long. This was far more than before. This was a lot. This was a reality of the situation we'd been avoiding, ignoring with every glimpse we'd shared, every coffee we'd drank, and every flirtatious word we'd swapped on our way to or from work for the last month.

There were no more words. It was simply connection, hard flesh meeting soft flesh, her heart and mine. This was true love. And we soared into our love together, clutching each other, attempting to get inside each other, never wishing to let go, until we came, explosively, together.

Fireworks exploded inside my eyelids, obscuring the world around us. I began to collapse onto her, and she clung to me tightly. I liked the feel of her strong, curvy thighs encircling me, as well as her soft arms, her hands clutching at me, continuing to keep me.

"I'm yours," I said when the words returned to me. I tried to roll off of her so I would not really crush her under my weight, but she wouldn't even let me.

"No," she sobbed helplessly. “No.”

"What do you mean, sweetheart? I don't want to suffocate you."

"No way, don't go. It'll be over when you leave."