Page 84 of Vicious Temptation
“What?” I look at her confusedly, and she glances down at my cock—still rock-hard, glistening from both of our arousal, and pressed nearly flat against my stomach.
“It’s just—a little weird,” she whispers. “We’re outside. And you’re half-naked. But it’s also—” She swallows hard. “It’s also really hot.”
I let my gaze rake over her, taking in her messy hair, her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips. Her dress, pushed up above her knees, fallen to one side so that I can just get a glimpse of the soaked strip of nude-colored fabric between her thighs.
I feel like a teenager again, trying to convince the girl I’m with to let me get to third base. And while it was frustrating back then—now, with Bella, it’s insanely erotic. Telling her what I want to do to her, moaning it against her lips as I spread her arousal over my cock and stroke myself, the taste of her still on my mouth with the promise of more—I’ve never known anything could be so good. Every sexual experience I’ve ever had fades in comparison to this, and I know I’m in trouble.
“So are you,” I murmur, and then I reach out, taking her hand and tugging her out of the car.
It feels good, to be able to touch her with ease. I wouldn’t have thought, less than a week ago, that I would ever be able to touch her at all. I’m impressed with how easily she’s moved forward with me, how much trust she’s placed in me. But I’ve always known Bella was tough.
And she’s determined. In this case, I’m glad to be the recipient of that determination.
Letting her go is going to be nearly impossible. Except?—
The novelty always wears off eventually. Always. Even when I’ve been in love, sex gets stale. It’s impossible for it not to, when it’s with the same person, over and over again. There are only so many positions, so many things to try, and most women are only interested in a handful.
But with Bella, I feel like I’d never get tired of exploring her. Never get tired of teaching her all of the pleasures that are possible—and I’m never frustrated with her when she wants to slow down or stop, either.
With her, everything feels different.
I lead her around to the front of the car, my hands falling onto her hips as I lean in to kiss her again. “I know how much you like the Ferrari,” I murmur, dragging my tongue over her lower lip. “How do you feel about getting eaten out on the hood of it?”
Bella’s soft, whimpering gasp is the only answer I need. I slide my hands up to her waist, gently leaning her back so that her ass is on the edge of the hood. I reach down, gliding my palm over one calf and then the other as I position her feet on the front bumper. And then I lean in, kissing her again, one hand on her chest as I lay her back on the car.
She moans as I slide my hand down her stomach, fisting the material of her dress in my hand as I slowly pull it up. Bella is an exquisite torment—with any other woman I would do this quickly, roughly, using that to show her how much I want her. I would let my desire set the pace, and nothing else. But I have to go slowly with Bella, touch her gently, ease her into it, and even though it means tempering my desire until we can both have what we want, it makes the pleasure at the end a thousand times better.
I never knew how fucking good delayed gratification could be until now.
When her skirt is up around her hips, I reach up, gently hooking my fingers in the edge of her panties. “I want these off,” I growl, my fingers pressing against her sharp hipbones. “But that’s up to you, Bella. Off, or on?”
She arches her back, her breath fast and quick. “Off,” she begs, and my cock jolts, aching for relief.
The feeling only intensifies when I slide her panties down her hips and over her legs, tucking them into my pocket. I slide my hands up her inner thighs, ignoring the steady pulse of my own need as I take in the sight of her bare and vulnerable, exposed to my gaze, soft and swollen and dripping wet for me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I breathe. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you.”
Bella laughs, a shuddering, breathless sound that devolves into another moan as I trail a finger down her folds. “Then—hurry up—and give me your tongue—Gabriel—” she gasps, each word cracking as I tease her with the tip of one finger, unable to tear my eyes away from her. She’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, spread out on the hood of my Ferrari, her chestnut hair wild around her face and her hands above her head, her back arched as she begs for my mouth on her pussy.
I’m never going to jerk off to anything else for the rest of my life, except for this memory, right here.
“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning in to press a kiss just below her navel. “I love when you beg for it.”
And then I drag my mouth down, sealing my lips against her drenched pussy as I slide my tongue over her clit.
The sound Bella makes is one I’ll never forget. It’s a moan that crescendoes into a cry, sinking back down into a sobbing moan as I swirl my tongue around her clit, licking and fluttering over it as I reach up to push two fingers into her. She tastes so fucking sweet, everything about her as perfect as if I dreamed her into existence, and I want to tell her all of that—but I can’t drag my mouth away from her pussy long enough to say any of it. I suction my lips around her clit, still licking, devouring her like a starving man, and Bella’s cries turn desperate as I thrust my fingers into her, wanting her to come on my face.
“Gabriel!” She shrieks my name, arching up as her hand claws into my hair, one hand on the hood of the Ferrari as she half-sits up, her back bowing. “Fuck, Gabriel—fuck!”
Her arousal floods my tongue, her hips grinding against my face as she comes for me, the force of it almost bruising, but I couldn’t care less. She grips my fingers like a vise, clit pulsing against my tongue, and all I can think is that I’d fucking die for the chance to get inside of her. My neglected cock strains, pre-cum flowing down my shaft until I almost think I’ve lost control, and I can tell I’m on the edge. It won’t take long for my release.
Bella falls back against the hood, gasping, and I keep my fingers buried in her as I fumble in my pocket with my other hand.
“I want you to come one more time for me,” I murmur, raising my head long enough to look up at her, flushed and wrecked, spread across my car. “While I finish myself off.”
“I want to—” She gasps it, breathless, and I shake my head, my hand on her stomach as I hold her there, gently.
“I’m going to wrap those drenched panties around my cock, and use them while I come, Bella. And you’re going to come on my tongue again like a good girl while I do.” I lean down, dragging my tongue over her clit. “Can you do that for me?”