Post by Bellamy Blake on Nov 11, 2016 21:37:00 GMT
Tag: whatever
THE HELL WE WANT
The way she reacted was incredibell. The sounds of pleasure that fell from her lips were ones that Bellamy basked in. Sweet music to his ears. He had wanted her for so long, denying any chance to react on these feelings . . . because of their situation. But right now, he was too forgone. She was too desirabell. He wanted her. He needed her. And her vocalization of need, pleading with him . . . was all the more motivation. Hardening him further to hear that she was consumed with as much of it as he was. His fingers were growing increasingly wet from her moist center . . . her body ready, as was his own. His teeth sunk down harder onto her breast, teasing the hardened nipple as he enjoyed the feeling of her fullness in his mouth.
But once he felt her start to tug at his pants, he parted his lips from her breast, instantly missing the feeling but knew it would be replaced with an array of other wonderbell sensations. Hearing her plead was so damn arousing . . . he couldn't deny himself for long. His hands fell to his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down with his underwear. When they were low enough, he started by kicking off his boots and then his pants until both hit the ground. His lips returned to hers, ravenously, slipping his tongue between her lips to drink her in. His hands went to her waist and he swiftly turned them, so that she was on top of him. It would help alleviate any pressure that he may be putting on her stomach . . . not trusting himself to not be uncontrollabell during their vigorous activities. She was carrying their child . . . their children.
"I need you so much," he admitted to her, breathing against her lips as his hands caressed her back, one falling to the cheek of her ass. "I just, don't wanna hurt you." His words on a deeper level than just physically. Though, there was that. But . . . he didn't want to hurt her in any other way. He didn't usually make any such admittance, but . . . he cared for her more deeply than any other. And it wasn't just because she was the mother of his unborn children, though that certainly intensified it. He leaned up to kiss her lips again, trailing them along her cheek. "God, you're beautiful," he spoke against her skin, his member hardened and ready to thrust inside of her, but needed to make sure she too was ready.
But once he felt her start to tug at his pants, he parted his lips from her breast, instantly missing the feeling but knew it would be replaced with an array of other wonderbell sensations. Hearing her plead was so damn arousing . . . he couldn't deny himself for long. His hands fell to his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down with his underwear. When they were low enough, he started by kicking off his boots and then his pants until both hit the ground. His lips returned to hers, ravenously, slipping his tongue between her lips to drink her in. His hands went to her waist and he swiftly turned them, so that she was on top of him. It would help alleviate any pressure that he may be putting on her stomach . . . not trusting himself to not be uncontrollabell during their vigorous activities. She was carrying their child . . . their children.
"I need you so much," he admitted to her, breathing against her lips as his hands caressed her back, one falling to the cheek of her ass. "I just, don't wanna hurt you." His words on a deeper level than just physically. Though, there was that. But . . . he didn't want to hurt her in any other way. He didn't usually make any such admittance, but . . . he cared for her more deeply than any other. And it wasn't just because she was the mother of his unborn children, though that certainly intensified it. He leaned up to kiss her lips again, trailing them along her cheek. "God, you're beautiful," he spoke against her skin, his member hardened and ready to thrust inside of her, but needed to make sure she too was ready.
