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Stephen didn’t respond. He was caught up in pleasing her, in running his tongue down the length of her body, dipping it into her navel. Her head shot up when he began to go further.
“Stephen what are you doing?” Belle asked breathlessly.
He gave no answer. She braced herself for what he was about to do, what she was to feel. But no amount of preparation would have readied her for this.
Belle arched her back, her eyes flying to the ceiling but seeing nothing.He’s licking me...down there!She could hardly believe it, but the glorious sensation was too beautiful to ignore. She gripped the sheets, unable to keep herself from grinding against his tongue as she felt the pressure building within her.
“Stephen!” she screamed. She wanted to tell him what was about to happen, but she couldn’t find the words. “Stephen, please—”
He gripped her hips, pressing her into the bed as he continued his torture. It was almost as if he was trying to lead her to that peak. Belle could no longer fight it. Her body shuddered through her release, her limbs growing weak.
Stephen lifted his head up, grinning victoriously. “It seems you enjoyed that.”
“How...how did you...”
He chuckled pecking her on the lips. “I love seeing that look in your eyes.”
Belle paused for just a moment, mustering up all the remaining strength she had before she put a hand on his chest and forced him onto his back. Stephen frowned in confusion.
“You were not entirely correct, Stephen,” she said as she climbed atop him. “I was not thinking about having your tongue running all over me. Rather, I was thinking about this.”
She lowered her lips to his tip. Stephen let out a shuddering breath, instantly gripping the sheet. “Belle...” he breathed but it seemed he couldn’t manage to get anything out when she filled her mouth with him.
She did not know what he would taste like, yet it was perfect. His raspy breathing above her head as she swirled her tongue around his girth drove her. She lifted her head and lowered it, licking the tip before licking it whole. Stephen could hardly keep himself together.
Belle lifted her head with a smile to see his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He had barely recovered when she climbed atop him again and slowly lowered herself onto him, letting him fill her.
Oh, goodness, this is heaven! There was no pain, nothing but intense pleasure that overrode her senses. She watched his eyes grow dark and then suddenly, he reached up and flipped her onto her back. “You are quite the lady, Belle,” he whispered at her ear.
“I only want to please you,” she whispered back.
She didn’t see it, but she knew he smiled.
Then he began to move. Sliding in and out, filling her then pulling back. Slow and tender, he stared into her eyes as he began his rhythm. After a while, Belle could see nothing else. He began to move faster, pumping in and out until that growing familiar pressure rose in her.
Only this time, she knew it would be more intense. She knew it would have her screaming his name, clinging to his back as it ripped her in two. She knew it and still, she begged for it. Still she told him how near she was.
And when she exploded, Stephen did as well. He groaned as she screamed. She clung to him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. They both shuddered through the cessation of it and as calmness settled over them both, Stephen rolled over to the side, his face still pushed into her neck.
Belle said nothing. Neither did Stephen. But they knew they didn’t have to.
So, they simply laid there, wrapped up in each other’s arms as they thought of the beauty of their marriage that laid ahead of them.
The End?
