Bella Part 2 - Episode 1

Bella traces the line of my ribs with one nail, slow and deliberate. Her tongue follows the same path, wet heat sliding over my skin. When she reaches the waistband of my boxers she pauses, teeth scraping my hipbone. I lift my hips and she tugs the fabric down in one motion, leaving me bare. She doesn’t go straight for my cock. Instead she circles me with her breath, the warm air teasing every inch while her hands press my thighs apart. One finger traces the length of me, barely touching, then her lips part and she takes the head into her mouth. Heat. Suction. Her tongue swirls once, twice, before she sinks lower, taking more. My hand finds her hair, fingers tightening when she swallows around me. She pulls off with a wet sound, lips swollen and glistening, then climbs up my body until her thighs straddle my hips. She reaches down, lines us up, and sinks onto me in one smooth drop. We both gasp at the sudden grip, the stretch. She rocks her hips, finding her angle, and I watch the way her breasts move with each roll. My hands settle on her waist, guiding, then wander up to cup them, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She leans down, mouth finding mine, tongues sliding together while she rides me faster. The bed creaks. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades. When she starts to tighten around me, her rhythm falters and she bites my bottom lip, coming with a muffled cry that tastes like copper and salt. I roll her onto her back, hook her knees over my arms, and drive into her deep. She wraps her arms around my neck, nails digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer with every thrust. I feel the edge rush up fast, too fast, and she whispers "come" against my ear like it’s a command. I bury myself to the hilt and empty inside her, the release hitting so hard my vision blurs. We stay locked together, breathing hard, her legs sliding down to hook around my waist as the tremors fade.