hands, and his rod. Belmont has a way of being forceful yet gentle. The way he shoves a hand under my skirt and squeezes is a perfect example.
“Do you have sex often?” He asks as the tips of his fingers slide in and out of my vagina.
“No,” I gasp. “Why would you ask me that?”
“Because you’re waxed.”
“Oh,” I sigh. “I like it. It feels cleaner.” I let out another loud gasp when his fingers curl inside of me, and he pushes them against something. I have no idea what he’s touching, but it creates the most pleasurable feeling.
“I know I’m taking a gamble and I’m asking a lot,” he whispers. “But I want to see this guy, your ex.”
“Huh?” I cry out as his palm shifts against my pubic bone and works in unison with his fingers. I’m on the verge of climaxing. I grab his shirt, clinging to him as he walks me to the foot of the bed and lays me down.
Belmont certainly has the magic touch. He knows how to take me from zero to screaming out of my head in less than ten seconds. That’s exactly what I do until he wraps his tongue around mine. He snatches off my panties. As soon as he unbuttons and unzips his pants, his rock-hard erection springs forward. Instinctively, I spread my legs as he kneels between my thighs, staring into my eyes. I wonder what he’s thinking. His lips are parted, and he’s breathing heavily.
He touches me there and lifts his fingers to his nose. “I love the way you smell”—he puts the fingers in his mouth—“and taste.”
There’s nothing but fiery lust in his eyes. He peels me out of my dress and unhooks the clips at the front of my bra. He watches my breasts fall out of the cups.
“Daisy, he’s not going to leave until he sees you. The faster he’s gone, the better,” Belmont says out of the blue.
At first I’m confused, but then it computes. “Adrian?”
“Yeah, your ex.”
“Do you think we should talk about this right now?” I ask, panting from desire.
“I want him to see that you’ve moved on.” He pauses to get a good eyeful of my naked body. “Hell, I don’t know where to start first.”
“Belmont,” I say, way more sober than he is. I lift myself up on my elbows.
“Yeah?”
“Belmont,” I call louder, hoping to rattle him out of his stupor.
He blinks hard. “Yeah?”
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll do it. I’ll see what he has to say.”
“Will it be hard for you to see him?”
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“Do you love him?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Do you love me?” he asks.
My mouth is caught open. Yes! my heart shouts. But then it tells me to beware. I usually lose what I love. Love has never been my best friend or made me any promises of happiness. For all general purposes, love has become my enemy.
Without receiving an answer, Belmont impales me with his thickness. Slowly, carefully, he thrusts. Our hearts beat near each other and our lips press hard against each other.
“Do you love me?” he asks again.
“So soon?” I whisper.
“Doesn’t take long when it’s like this.” Suddenly he pushes deep inside of me, grunting and quivering. After a few moments, he becomes still. “See how fast that was?”
We both burst out in laughter.
“I already know how you feel about me,” he says after we simmer down. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t love me.”
“Is it love or lust?” I feel comfortable enough with him to ask hard questions.
“It’s both.”
“Or one.”
He turns silent and so do I.
“We could test it by not having sex, but I’ve got to have you. I’m in lust with you. Can’t deny it. But I love a lot of things about you too.”
“Oh yeah, like what?” I doubt he knows enough about me to love a lot about me.
“You’re gentle. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re captivated by something, like the beach or a red bird. You look at me like that sometimes, and it gets me right here.” He pats his chest.
“Do you have sex often?” He asks as the tips of his fingers slide in and out of my vagina.
“No,” I gasp. “Why would you ask me that?”
“Because you’re waxed.”
“Oh,” I sigh. “I like it. It feels cleaner.” I let out another loud gasp when his fingers curl inside of me, and he pushes them against something. I have no idea what he’s touching, but it creates the most pleasurable feeling.
“I know I’m taking a gamble and I’m asking a lot,” he whispers. “But I want to see this guy, your ex.”
“Huh?” I cry out as his palm shifts against my pubic bone and works in unison with his fingers. I’m on the verge of climaxing. I grab his shirt, clinging to him as he walks me to the foot of the bed and lays me down.
Belmont certainly has the magic touch. He knows how to take me from zero to screaming out of my head in less than ten seconds. That’s exactly what I do until he wraps his tongue around mine. He snatches off my panties. As soon as he unbuttons and unzips his pants, his rock-hard erection springs forward. Instinctively, I spread my legs as he kneels between my thighs, staring into my eyes. I wonder what he’s thinking. His lips are parted, and he’s breathing heavily.
He touches me there and lifts his fingers to his nose. “I love the way you smell”—he puts the fingers in his mouth—“and taste.”
There’s nothing but fiery lust in his eyes. He peels me out of my dress and unhooks the clips at the front of my bra. He watches my breasts fall out of the cups.
“Daisy, he’s not going to leave until he sees you. The faster he’s gone, the better,” Belmont says out of the blue.
At first I’m confused, but then it computes. “Adrian?”
“Yeah, your ex.”
“Do you think we should talk about this right now?” I ask, panting from desire.
“I want him to see that you’ve moved on.” He pauses to get a good eyeful of my naked body. “Hell, I don’t know where to start first.”
“Belmont,” I say, way more sober than he is. I lift myself up on my elbows.
“Yeah?”
“Belmont,” I call louder, hoping to rattle him out of his stupor.
He blinks hard. “Yeah?”
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll do it. I’ll see what he has to say.”
“Will it be hard for you to see him?”
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“Do you love him?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Do you love me?” he asks.
My mouth is caught open. Yes! my heart shouts. But then it tells me to beware. I usually lose what I love. Love has never been my best friend or made me any promises of happiness. For all general purposes, love has become my enemy.
Without receiving an answer, Belmont impales me with his thickness. Slowly, carefully, he thrusts. Our hearts beat near each other and our lips press hard against each other.
“Do you love me?” he asks again.
“So soon?” I whisper.
“Doesn’t take long when it’s like this.” Suddenly he pushes deep inside of me, grunting and quivering. After a few moments, he becomes still. “See how fast that was?”
We both burst out in laughter.
“I already know how you feel about me,” he says after we simmer down. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t love me.”
“Is it love or lust?” I feel comfortable enough with him to ask hard questions.
“It’s both.”
“Or one.”
He turns silent and so do I.
“We could test it by not having sex, but I’ve got to have you. I’m in lust with you. Can’t deny it. But I love a lot of things about you too.”
“Oh yeah, like what?” I doubt he knows enough about me to love a lot about me.
“You’re gentle. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re captivated by something, like the beach or a red bird. You look at me like that sometimes, and it gets me right here.” He pats his chest.
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