What Is Wrong With a Little Sin?

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: cherry1

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Slow and staedy and then hard and fast. Bellamy could definitely do that. Her moan of pleasure, the way her body was moving under him, her legs wrapped around him pressing them closer together . . . all served as incredibly encouragement. He was determined, to make her cry out his name and temporarily forget Finn's. What kind of use would he be if he didn't? He lived for the others, and would be whatever they needed him to be.

That included Raven. So right now, if she wanted him as a mere outlet for passion to express her anger and hurt . . . then he would most certainly be that for her. Bellamy heavily breathed when she bit his lip, the wetness of her tongue gliding over it serving as a soothing gesture in the aftermath. Bellamy crushed his lips against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth, asserting some form of dominance in the kiss as his tongue explored her inner walls.

Drinking in her delicious taste that was far better than he imagined it would be. Her sharp tongue often used to snap at him, now silenced by his own. His gesture, indicating his willingness to give her what she wanted; to comply with her request. Draw more out of her if need be. Bellamy slowly pushed his hips forward, finally entering inside of her. The feeling of being in her tight heat making him heavily exhale amidst the kiss, pleasure and need consuming him.

Once he was inside, he paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size. He then slowly withdrew and then pushed back into her in one swift motion. Starting of slow she had said . . . working his way to hard and fast. Yes. He could most definitely do that. He repeated the action, starting to steady thrust into her in long, drawn out motions, making sure to hit that pleasure point within her each time. He withdrew his mouth from hers, kissing down the front of her beautiful neck, his lips sucking at her collarbone before gliding his tongue over it as he let out a groan of pleasure.

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Raven waited with bated breath just lifting her hips in anticipation. She wanted him, she realised, surprising herself. Not by the fact that she did, but by how much. She wanted him with the sort of want that left her blood running hotter every time he looked at her like that, and her body aflame with every bit of skin he touched. Before he finally…finally entered her. With a hand she clung to his back, her fingers trailing along his skin. She’d quickly learned that Bellamy was a man who loved to touch and to be touched, like he’d been starved of it. Though it wasn’t her place to really delve into that, no matter her curiosity. She was here under no false pretences. For his body, nothing more. With that thought she met his lips, her mouth warm and soft and yielding as his tongue tangled with her own. She let him take the lead, for now.

When he finally rocked hard into her, she let out an almost obscene groan. The movement so slow, so intense, keeping her on the cusp of pleasure, but nowhere near close enough for her to truly come undone. With each thrust, he pushed a little deeper, hitting that little bundle of pleasure inside her, leaving her breathless. Slowly, Raven lifted her legs around his waist urging him forward and changing the angle. Turns out she wasn’t quite as patient as she’d anticipated, a surprise to absolutely no one. “Ah….I take it back,” she managed to say, between heavy breaths. “I need…more,” she continued. The pace was frustrating her to no end, each thrust deliciously, infuriatingly drawn out, wringing the pleasure out of her body. It was going to drive her insane. “Bellamy,” she moaned, guttural and needy, the only word she could manage at this point before pulling him down into an almost filthy kiss, asserting her own dominance now. Her hand continued to trail down to his backside, harshly squeezing the flesh in an effort to pick up the pace, for her goddamn sanity.

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