I buried myself deep inside her with a few hard thrusts. I kissed her mouth, feeling her groan as her tongue tried to keep up with mine. My hand dug into the back of her head, into her soft hair, just like I always remembered. My other hand slid down the side of her body, following her perfect natural curves until I found comfort at her ass.
I started to fuck her and never let up. Pulling and pushing, pumping and thrusting, each time I moved back into her the bed jumped, the mattress squeaked, and Belle let out either a whimper or a cry.
As I started to lift up off her body, something happened inside me. It was like a fuse had been lit. My hands touched her sides, gripping her ribs, just under her breasts. My feet were planted firmly on the floor. Her body moved in sync with mine. Her beautiful breasts, so full and tender, bounced with delight to the rhythm of me fucking her. Slowly, Belle reached back, hands over her head, grabbing at the comforter on the bed. She arched her back, groaning, finally losing herself to me.
She started to come for the second time, lifting her ass off the bed. I felt the gush against my cock, the hopeless throbbing, her hips bucking, seeking even more relief. It fucking pissed me off that someone like Belle hadn’t been taken care of in a year. With all the shit going on in her life she should of at least had this to enjoy. But at the same time, I felt a rage of jealousy hit me. That another man had touched her since me. Then an overwhelming feeling of demanding no man to ever touch her again.
I chased my thoughts away and let my eyes memorize the scene. Looking down at our bodies colliding together. My dick pumping in and out of her, veins throbbing, ready to finish. The sight of her delicate folds gripped to me, welcoming me with each thrust forward. Her hips, belly, my hands holding her sides tight, her breasts bouncing, her beautiful neck, cute little chin and nose.
Ah… fuck…
I felt the rush hit me like a bulldozer. My ass flexed and bucked forward at her, almost stutter stepping on the floor. I quickly leaned forward and with my right hand, grabbed for her hair. I pulled her mouth to mine a split second before I started to come. My stomach flexed as I pressed harder and deeper than ever.
And I let go inside of her, feeling that comfortable rush. My cock spilling and her body still moving, sliding against me, coaxing it all out of me.
I got lost in kissing her. I got lost in my own mind, replaying history that could never be changed. I got lost in the entire moment of it all, knowing I had stepped way over a boundary that should have been left the hell alone.
We stopped kissing at the same time and looked at each other.
It was like we both realized the same thing at the same time.
But instead of saying something, we just kept kissing.
**
I pulled Belle into my arms. The room was finally silent but everything we’d done still lingered in the air. The wild passion. It was like we had picked up where it all left off. Only knowing I had years of experience and her body had years of maturing.
Her left hand touched my chest. I couldn’t help as I looked at it, remembering the days when I envisioned my life with Belle for forever. That she’d be wearing a diamond ring, then a wedding ring. That was the goddamn plan and it seemed pretty easy. So cut and dry, just waiting for me there. Then I fucked it all up by wanting to be a war hero. Part of it was Big Jim telling me that I had to find my purpose. That playing with cars and motorcycles wasn’t going to always cut it for me. Maybe that was his way of trying to get rid of me. Or maybe he really wanted me to find something greater in life.
So much for that.
My lips brushed against Belle’s hair. She smelled like fruity shampoo and sex sweat. It was intoxicating.
“When was your last time?” she asked out of nowhere.
“What?”
“You asked me. So now I’m asking you. When was your last time?”
“You really want the truth about that?” I asked.
Belle propped her chin on my chest and looked at me. “Please tell me it wasn’t with someone else tonight. That would make me feel…”
I moved down and kissed her, stealing her worry.
“Sweetie, there’s only one thing you need to know,” I said. I had the words and I knew I was putting myself way out there. “The last time that actually mattered… was with you.”
Belle smiled.
She kissed my chest and put her head back down. Her left hand then moved for my hand. Our fingers interlocked and I felt my heart thumping harder than ever.
I was used to living in a world of life and death.
I was in a world of life and love.
fourteen.
(belle)
I cracked the last of a dozen eggs and started to mix them up in a big bowl. My hands were still shaking from the night before. The last thing I expected to wake up to was Duke next to me in bed. It all felt like a wild dream. Waking up on Duke’s big, strong chest. Looking up at his chiseled jaw and wickedly handsome face. I had to get out of the bed or else something was going to happen again.