Chapter 15
Christian made me feel out of control. Overwhelmed with lust. I felt like there was nothing on the planet more important than getting naked and sliding my skin across his. I wasn’t sure if it was being pregnant or celibacy or him or all three, but everything felt sensitive and overstimulated.
When he ordered me to take his shirt off I did it without even thinking. I just yanked that thing off as fast as possible so I could run my greedy hands over his muscular chest. God, he was so impressive bare chested. All hard surface, with dips and valleys that led down into his jeans. His biceps gave me the shivers. He was just all man, and I wanted to feel him buried deep inside me.
My breasts were ridiculously sensitive, and every time he flicked his tongue over them or sucked them into his mouth I felt my core tighten. I had already been wet just from kissing. He had the most amazing talent making out. He made me feel aware of every inch of my skin. He made me feel worshipped.
When he shoved my romper down to the floor, I stepped out of it, wearing just my panties and my gladiator sandals. For a split second I was self-conscious. I had gained some weight, and not just in my chest. For the first time in my life I had a little rounding to my stomach and there was no way it was the baby yet. It was just a relaxed attitude toward food, and maybe he would find that unappealing.
But he stepped back and took me in, shaking his head a little. “Bella. You are absolutely the sexiest woman I have ever met in my life. I don’t deserve to touch you.”
Yeah. He’d been working on that romantic thing. I was even more turned on, if that was possible. I brushed my hair back off my forehead, and the motion had him growling and reaching for my chest.
“I need you on that bed.”
He marched me backward and tumbled me onto the mattress. I stared up at him, in awe of me. This. Us.
I was briefly afraid, anxiety creeping in. What would he do when he found out I was pregnant? Would he guess?
I thought maybe I could actually fall in love with him, and I wasn’t sure if that was awesome or horrible.
But he reached out and stroked my face and I knew it was awesome. This wasn’t a fairy tale. It was real and messy and he had great qualities and he had flaws. Like anyone. Like me. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and for once, it didn’t matter to me. I had here, now, with him.
Christian pulled my panties down and removed his jeans. Then he climbed onto the bed and went straight back to kissing me, teasing his fingers between my thighs.
“What do you want?” he asked me, his cock hard against my leg.
“I want you,” I murmured, wishing he was already inside me. That finger was only making me crazy, not satisfying me in the least.
“Want me how?” He lazily sucked at my nipple. He was clearly torturing me on purpose.
“I want you in me.”
“You want my cock in your pussy?”
I shifted restlessly. He was barely touching me now, his lips brushing over my nipple like a feather, his finger teasing my clit. “Yes.”
Without warning Christian slipped his hands around my waist and rolled us so I was on top of him. My hair and breasts spilled over him. The hair he tucked behind my ear. The breasts he cupped.
“Ride me, princess,” he urged. “Get on my cock and take it.”
I hadn’t thought I was into directions, but with Christian, there was just something about his forcefulness that turned me on so much. Adjusting my hips, I dropped down onto him, moaning deeply when my body joined his. “You’re so huge.”
He groaned too. “And you’re tight. Damn, baby. Your pussy feels so good. It’s swollen.”
Thank you, pregnancy blood flow. Holy shit, I could barely breathe it felt so sensitive and amazing. I tentatively moved, afraid I might actually come already. I didn’t want to go over the edge too soon, but wow, this was a lot of man in me, particularly at this angle.
“Sit up,” he urged. “I want to see your tits.”
Of course he did. They had taken on epic proportions in the last month. But I was happy to give him the view he wanted. I sat up, and using my hips I ground down onto him, pleased at how in tune with my body I suddenly felt. Christian gave my ass a little slap. It shocked me and I jerked, but it didn’t hurt. Not really. It was just a quick sting. He did it again on the other side.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless. It felt kind of…good.
“I told you I was going to spank you.” He swatted me again. His expression wasn’t smug or even playful. It was intense, sexy. The corner of his mouth turned up. “You’re a naughty girl, remember?”
Now he was creating a light rhythm with his hand, a teasing touch more than a genuine spanking, and there was something about the sound, that skin on skin, that was surprisingly sexy. It was undulating waves of pleasure.
I stared down at him, our eyes locked. “Christian…”
“Yeah, princess?” he murmured, his voice rough and excited.
“I’m going to come, is that okay?” I have no idea why I asked him for permission. It just felt important to share that with him. To let him know so he changed absolutely nothing about what he was doing because I would die if he stopped.
“Oh hell fucking yeah, it’s okay.” He palmed my breast and squeezed as I exploded, a cry involuntarily bursting from me as wave after wave of tight pleasure crashed over me.
He let me go until the end, before he stopped smacking my ass, grabbed my hips with a firm grip, and took over the movement. He pounded up into me and I bounced on him, our pace frantic and hot. I just held my hair back and let him take me for a ride, stunned when I had another orgasm so close to the first.
Christian came right after me, his teeth gritted, his eyes briefly drifting shut. “That was worth the wait,” he said when we had both settled down.
“See?” I said, feeling triumphant and giddy and very female. All woman. “Told you.”
He slapped my ass again. “Tease.”
“I can’t believe I actually liked being spanked,” I said, and I meant it. That was crazy. “Does that mean I would like other stuff too? I’m being serious. I’m not trying to be flirty about it.”
He grinned. “I guess we’ll have to investigate.”
I slipped off of him with a sigh and settled down on the bed beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Just not butt stuff.”
“Bella.”
“Yes?” I leaned up to look at him, hoping he wasn’t going to try to talk me into anal right away.
But he just put his finger to his lips. “Shh. Don’t say ‘butt stuff.’ In fact, just stop talking about what you don’t want. All I want to hear is what you do want, okay? Let’s start there.”
“Okay, that’s fair.” I studied his face, noticing for the first time he had a scar by his eyebrow. “How did you get this?” I asked, running my finger lightly over it.
“Cain pushed me off the slide when we were three.”
“Then Sophie and Cain are meant for each other, because Sophie did that to me too. Only it was the merry-go-round. She wanted to see if it would go faster without my body weight on it.”
Christian laughed. “Your sister is something else.”
I yawned. “That’s one way to put it. She doesn’t mean any harm though. She’s just insanely curious.”
“Can you spend the night?” he asked, squeezing my waist.
That warmed me from the inside out. “I’d love to.”
Being with Bella was a whole new experience for me. Besides Camp, she was all I thought about. I wasn’t sure why exactly, but I didn’t hate it either, which shocked me. I’d spent my whole twenties avoiding a relationship and now I’d fallen into one and I really fucking liked it. Maybe it was just Bella. She was so genuine and giving. Damn, was she giving. I adjusted my dick as I went up her walkway.
It was as if the girl who didn’t like oral for all those years needed to make up for lost time. I couldn’t turn around without her going down on me. It was like hitting the sexual lottery. Instead of having to coax, she was always offering. She seemed to have discovered the power of the blow job. She could bend me to her will with that little mouth of hers wrapped around me sucking eagerly.
I paused, thoughts crowded with her.
Now I was really hard.
God, I was a lucky motherfucker. It hit me hard. She pulled open the door to her cottage, gave me a bright, “Hi!” and bounced down the two steps to the walkway, pulling the door behind her.
Bella did everything with a bounce. It was her signature personality trait. She just…bounced. Tonight she was wearing a ruffled shirt that was off her shoulders, which covered her chest more than I would’ve liked, but she made up for it by wearing very short shorts. She had curled her long blond hair so it also bounced when she walked. She was tall and tan and gorgeous and she was mine.
“Hi,” I murmured, pulling her into my arms when she would have just walked past me to the car.
“Oh!” she said when I buried my head in her neck and kissed her smooth flesh. “Someone is happy to see me.”
I took her hand and put it on my cock. “Yes, I am.”
“Hello, big boy.” Then she pulled her hand back. “But I have neighbors, silly. Get control of yourself.”
“I can’t help myself. It’s your fault for being so gorgeous.”
Now she rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Christian? You’re laying it on pretty thick.”
“It’s true,” I said. Then I realized she really had no clue how I felt about her. I needed to be more clear. I needed her to know. “Hey, Bel?”
“Yes?” She watched me curiously, open-minded, trusting.
Lacing my fingers through hers, I said, “I want this to be real. You and me. Not just dating—but an us. I just want to be clear about that in case you didn’t know or were wondering.”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?”
Well, that wasn’t the response I had been hoping for. “Too soon because of Bradley or too soon after we started dating?”
She opened her mouth to respond but then I decided I didn’t want to dissect any of that. I put my fingers over her lips. “Never mind. No matter what you’re referring to the answer is no. I don’t think it’s too soon. I don’t know if you know this about me, but I kind of avoid relationships at all costs. So if I feel this way, then it’s not too soon. It’s meant to be.”
Bella cupped my cheeks and gave me a soft kiss that nearly destroyed me.
“I would love to be your girlfriend. Officially.”
Girlfriend. Huh. I guess that’s what I was suggesting. It didn’t horrify me. In fact, I liked the sound of that. That didn’t mean I had a clue what to say now though.
But Bella being Bella, she let me off the hook. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything else. And if you would like to touch my boob right now, that’s fine too.”
And this was why I loved this woman.
Relieved, I cupped her tit and gave her a kiss.
Holy shit, I loved her.
It amazed me how well I had learned to read Christian in such a short amount of time. Revealing his feelings for me had been a huge leap of faith for him, and an almost painful confession. So even while my heart soared and I wanted to jump and down and make a huge deal out of it, I told him to touch my boob instead because he needed an out. A mask. To take it back to sex. I was okay with that, because I understood him. I was just happy he had even said anything. I had been anticipating going on the way we had been without ever bringing up feelings.
As he kissed me, I sighed into his embrace, confident about my decision to hold off on revealing my baby news. That would shove him over the edge, no doubt. Too much emotion, change, all at once.
I would just let it ride for a hot minute.
For once in my life, I just wanted to enjoy living in the here and now.
With my new boyfriend. Who I happened to be really into.