and trace her features, moving from her face to her chest, and pausing at the waistline of her panties. She sucks in a deep breath as I use my teeth to slide them off then throw them behind my head.
“Those are a good pair,” Bella complains. “Don’t ruin them.”
“I’ll get you another pair,” I promise, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. She moans against me, her hand coming up to tangle itself through my hair. A low guttural noise passes between my lips, shivers racing up and down my spine.
Every time with Belle felt like the first, like I was a hormone-addled teenager. But this was better, much better than anything I could’ve imagined, the taste of sweet red wine lingering on my lips, and the smell of her, peaches and vanilla, making the butterflies in my stomach erupt into a frenzy.
Oh, Belle.
Slowly, tantalizingly, I reach around her back and unhook her bra, allowing her breasts to spill forward. High color rises to her cheeks as she crosses her legs and ducks.
“You are beautiful,” I assure her. “More beautiful now than you’ve ever been. Don’t worry, love. Just let go.”
Belle released a deep breath and sighed, unfurling like a rose. I trace my finger across her stomach, down her thighs, and back up, leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake. In response, Belle moans, a breathy sound that sounds like music to my ears.
With that, I lower my head, take one nipple between my lips, and suck, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. She tastes like cocoa butter and soap, a delicious combination that has me growling in the back of my throat. Wordlessly, she wraps her legs around my hips and pushes herself closer, forcing all the blood to rush to my groin.
It takes every ounce of self-control and energy I have within me to keep from ravishing her then and there, especially as the blood turned molten in my veins, each beat singing her name.
Belle, Belle, Belle.
Nothing compares to you and nothing ever will. Suddenly, Joseph stirs, lets out a small wail, and we pause, tilting our heads in his direction. Belle makes to move, but our son falls back asleep, a soft sigh passing between his lips.
In one quick move, I move my boxers down and settle myself between Belle’s legs. She gasps, arches her back, and her hands fall to her sides, clutching the sheets as if her life depends on it.
I move slowly, circling my hips, and drawing out every movement. Then, I begin to watch her face, the ecstasy etched in her features as she writhes beneath me, one hand coming up and resting atop my heart.
She opens one eye, gives me a slow smile, then moves her hand, so it’s moving across my shoulders. Feather-light and searing, she traces my shoulders, moves down my back then back up, leaving a trail of heat in her wake.
Yes, she makes me feel as if I am going to combust, exploding into a million pieces only she could put together. As if she senses my train of thought, her other hand comes up, and the two of them run across the slope of my back, alternating between light touches and digging her nails in.
I growl in response and push myself further, delighting when she contracts beneath me, a hiss passing between her lips. Little by little, I ease myself out then back in, drawing whimpers and moans in response until her hands fell back to her sides. Straining, I brace my hands on either side of the headboard and push in, holding myself still for a few minutes. Underneath me, Belle squirms and huffs in frustration before she begins to gyrate her hips, pushing back, and making me go insane.
My head falls into the crock of her neck, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out across my features, and I draw my lips back. Of their own accord, my teeth sink into her neck, a moan filled with pleasure and pain echoing in my ears.
“Don’t ever stop,” Belle whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“I won’t,” I vow, drawing my teeth back and thrusting. Over and over, I push into her, with as much ease as I could muster. With each thrust, Belle moans, the sound echoing back to me and reverberating throughout the entire house.
Thank God I’d had the good sense to give the entire staff the night off. I have no interest in exposing my wife in that way,