Wanting So Bad, Loving So Good

by Bella Bentley

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Anything that doesn’t feel good. You can stop at anytime.”

  I nodded as I let out a small moan. How could anything involving him not ever feel good?

  His hot breath trailed over my back and then at the small of my back. I watched him trail at the top of my ass just below the jewels. I saw him kiss my cheeks as his tongue peeked above again at my clit and I cried out at the slightest of touch. He pressed my cheeks slowly apart as I watched him layer a product on his tip. It smelled like citrus.

  Well, with billions of dollars they could make any lube smell rich.

  My body begged for his entrance. I never thought I could feel this way but I did. I begged to be entered. And finally, he did. The feeling was tight at first as his tip entered, but the way the lube numbed and the way his touch was so gentle and the fact that it was him, made me relax and open for a smooth entrance.

  Just the look of his face as his eyes rolled back and as his jaw dropped and as he cried out the most vocal I had ever heard him, a grunt, a hungry one, made this all sexy, hungry, satisfying and damn hot.

  I was getting used to the slow drive as suddenly, his tip hit a spot inside of me that I never even knew could be hit back there, more or less existed.

  I looked at myself in the mirror and every ounce on my face wreathed in pleasure. My eyes were barely open as my jaw hung open. We were the poster couple for hot sex.

  I cried out as his other hand paid attention to my swollen nob and my dripping desire. He fingered the inside of my walls and carried the slickness up to my nob as he pulled out and drove in slower and a little deeper. I cried out as he cried out. This was so... wow. Wasn’t even expecting this.

  I felt myself coming. I was louder and louder. The feeling climbed higher and higher. I was coming manually as I was coming from within. How was this possible?

  “That’s my baby. Yes. Just let yourself relax.” He said as he continued to masterfully fuck me.

  “Is this good?”

  “Uh huh. Yes.”

  He drove a little harder.

  “And this?”

  Oh god was it. Oh god was it!

  I nodded.

  He grit his teeth as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. But just as I closed them I opened them again to see the gorgeous creation ride me like a stallion. Those muscles, the way they clenched on the side. His tender hands touching me, making me wild.

  Finally, I exploded as I heard him cry out more. He went faster and faster as his face twisted in pleasure and ecstasy. As I came in this clouded pleasure land, I felt his velvety junior release and spasm. I didn’t want it to end but it did. He pulled out and reached for a cashmere rag and collapsed next to me on the rug. His arm draped over my side.

  “How was it?” He said in between breaths.

  My eyes searched the ceiling as I slowed my breathing. My body vibrated in numbness. “Um, I can’t even describe what just happened. Mind blowing.” I exhaled and then turned to the side to study his face. “I love it when you’re in control like this,” I said breathlessly. “I like being told what to do like this.”

  “Oh Kenzie, I wish you hadn’t uttered those sweet words to me,” he said to me with a very hungry look of lust in his eyes. He kissed my nose.

  “Why not? I do.” I stretched out my post orgasm pleasure and stretched like a cat in the warm sun. Feeling absolutely pleased. Perfect. Not a care in the world.

  “Because we can play this little game if you like.”

  “Little game?”

  “Yes, we can.”

  He kissed my nose again and my body responded instantly to him. He was a drug to my body and under his influence, who knows what was capable of happening. He could tell me to go rob a bank, and right now, the way I felt, I would. I was under a spell, for sure.

  “What is this little game?” I turned on my side and smoothed my hand over his body.

  “I’ll only tell you once you agree.”

  “Once I agree?”

  “To me being in charge.”

  “Of course I want you in charge. Aren’t you already?” I joked but was sort of serious.

  “And anything goes?”

  “As long as you’re involved in the picture. Whatever that means. I think. Yes.”

  He licked his lips and then laughed softly. “Oh my god you really are the perfect woman.

  “Well, well, well. My little kitty. I can show you a whole new world.”

  “I bet you can. You already have.” I said honestly.

  We lay there a few more quiet moments until the following words came out of my heart. “I have a question.”

  “Sure.”

  “I want to know you in here.” My finger pointed to his heart. I swirled around his heart and his eyes looked at me softly.

  “What is it you wish to know?”

  “Well, you said in your early twenties, you were lost. And I can’t help but feel curious about that time, since well, I’m in my early twenties, too.”

  He nodded slowly as his eyes closed. “I was.” He then opened them.

  “Why?” I treated lightly.

  “Family expectations. Family disappointment.”

  I watched his face struggle as the fire crackled a bit and fresh air blew into our suite causing the sheer curtains to dance a bit.

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to share anything you don’t want to.”

  “My father passed away weeks before I had made my first appearance on the Forbes list. All I wanted was for him to be proud of me. But he wasn’t. Because I didn’t become a damn minister.” He shook his head in repulsion and sighed. “I would have been a lousy one, too, let me just say. I thought if my dad saw the first orphanage I opened, he would be proud of me. He was a strange man...I just don’t understand him.”

  “I think you would have been a brilliant one.”

  “Ah, but this here would have been illegal, darlin’. After I made my first billion, I hired my sister to take care of the books and I went on a Mecca to find myself. I guess that’s when I retired. I, in a way, lost all desire to work for anything in exchange for material gain. Instead, I became a full time student of life. I wanted to see for myself the world of religions and what was right for me, if in fact any were indeed right.”

  He held up quotations around the world right.

  “And in a way, I wanted to find my dad. I wanted to have him come and find me if he saw me working on my soul, I guess you can say. I’ve never told anyone that before.”

  I felt a few tears fill my eyes. I understood where he was coming from and the hurt in his own eyes made me sad to see him like this.

  “And did he find you?”

  “He never came to communicate with me.”

  I didn’t know what to say to him. Only that I truly was sorry.

  “I’m...sorry.”

  “So, when I was twenty-four, I finally said, ‘fuck it’. After much soul searching, I realized it wasn’t my problem anymore. This issue goes way back beyond me. I’d enjoy my life. But I did learn a lot on my journey and met many inspiring people with beautiful spirits. My mom always tried to console me telling me how proud she was, which, if there is a rebellious streak in the family, I got it from her. She’d hide a few vodkas here and there from anyone seeing. I’d see though and we’d have a few drinks together when dad couldn’t see. Our little secret. Southern Baptists don’t drink. Especially the ministers and their wives sure as hell don’t,” a huge smile appeared on his face.

  “You love your mother.”

  He nodded.

  “I love my family. It’s just so painful going back. Brother’s the pastor now of the church. I’m also compared to him because he is also my twin. Story of my life. But we are a complete night and day.”

  “Your twin? I didn’t know you had a twin.”

  He nodded.

  “Faternal. Not identical. I’m seen as the heathen even though God knows how much money I
’ve given to them and helped finance their new church.”

  “I’m sure they don’t see you like that, Kyle.”

  “I’m the heathen billionaire.” He played with my curls.

  “No you’re not.”

  “That’s why I was lost for a while. I had a lot of brainwashing to undo. And it’s hard when an entire community thinks and believes you are a certain way. So when you came into the club that night and I knew your background being from the south. I’m from Alabama, you know. So I felt like we had this connection since you had a similar upbringing. I felt like it was fate and I was interested in all of you. Not just your gorgeous body and face. You got me curious.”

  “I’m glad you did. I’m glad you’re sharing this with me. I like knowing things about you.” I kissed his chest right where his heart lay beneath and I said a silent prayer for his heart to be fully happy.

  My hand went to his cheek.

  “You’re a sweetheart. Did you know that?”

  He kissed me softly.

  “That’s why I want you to spend all next week with me. Ditch the classes, babe. Let me be your teacher.”

  His words went straight to my clitoris’s ears. She heard the word teacher and the rest of my brain shut down for a bit. I was already ready for round two suddenly.

  He took me into his arms. “All week.”

  He kissed me on my forehead and I closed my eyes as I thought about the way we felt in this moment. I was afraid to even articulate my thoughts, because they felt so deep already.

  “Why don’t we go shower off together.” I winked as I kissed him hard, an effort to lighten the mood. “I have something I’d like to tell...him.” My eyes lowered towards Kyle Jr.

  After who knows how long together in the shower washing each other with the freshest jasmine soap, I gave him the blow-job of the century not expecting anything in return.

  Snuggled together in bed after we toweled off, he returned the gesture and I think recited and spelled out the entire alphabet in every language under the stars with that tongue of his!

  Feeling completely satisfied and peaceful, I lay close to his chest, drawing circles over his smooth skin, feeling closer to him than I ever had felt.

  I kept my eyes shut and listened to his breathing slow before I finally drifted off myself. And the last images I saw in my mind were of him freely exploring in Europe and I thought about how nice that would be to just be free and explore.

  Chapter Twenty

  I lay there watching the dark sky slowly turn to dawn past his sleeping silhouette. The sun slowly rose as a few clouds hung obscuring the morning sun but the view was still beautiful. It had to have been around five in the morning, I thought to myself. I added the numbers in my mind of what time it would be in California. 8am. Stupid jetlag—but not that stupid, since I was with him right now. I smiled.

  I heard him rummage in the sheets and I closed my eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep.

  I kept them closed for a few minutes as I slowly peeked one eye open. He was staring at me with a grin on his face and sexy subtle to die for.

  “You’re up finally.” He wined playfully pulling me on top of him, letting me adequately feel he was awake in more places than one.

  “I’m awake finally?” I scoffed. “Um, I’ve been awake.”

  “You don’t know what types of dreams I had last night especially since you told me you liked being told what to do.” He winked. “I barely slept because of what we’re doing today.”

  His eyes warmed me, and the juices began flowing.

  “Is that so?” I asked as I grabbed his hard rod. His eyes shut for a second and then opened lazily as a groan escaped his mouth as I slid him in me deeply.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  I rode up and down on him hard and deep as his hands cupped my breasts. I couldn’t get enough of him. I had never felt this way before. I didn’t want this to ever end. I tried to dismiss my futuristic thoughts of what I was going to do when I had to go back to medical school. Tomorrow would have to worry about itself; right now I was fucking like there was no tomorrow, I thought as I smiled.

  “I have plans. Just you wait.” He said between sighs of pleasure.

  Minutes later, he carried me into the bathroom and started the shower for us. As we got out of the shower, he wrapped me in a towel, “How’s about some breakfast?”

  “That actually sounds great! I’m starving!”

  “So, what is it that we are doing today that caused you to dream your little dirty dreams?” I took a sip of the French press coffee and the cup clanked against the delicate saucer as I placed the cup back down.

  “Who said they were little?” He winked. “Well I thought today could be a day of exploration. Are you up for a hike first?”

  My eyes lit up because I loved the outdoors and this was right up my alley. I smiled and nodded yes.

  “Let’s get some sun and fresh air...then, some more playing since you made that very clear last night of your little confessional.”

  “But I’m so curious now.” I wined. “Tell me now!”

  “You’ll see.”

  I groaned and rolled my eyes playfully.

  “I don’t know if you know this or not about me but I’m pretty impatient about surprises.”

  “Well, sorry about that. You’ll just have to mind your britches and wait.” He winked.

  Oh, I love those southern sayings. It felt good to actually hear them again. Another reason I was so fond of him. My heart smiled as big as Texas.

  The morning air was crisp against my skin and I took in what I was seeing. Rocks, giant fragrant rain forest trees, the sounds of wildlife and creatures. Life was alive in the foothills of this mountain. I couldn’t believe that parts of Maui, Hawaii looked like this. It was like a complete rainforest. There wasn’t a hiker in sight and we were on our way to a waterfall.

  I wore an all black workout spandex set comprised of black tight leggings, and a black tight tank top and pink Nike shoes that had been provided for me in my packed suitcase. It made me smile. I could get used to this treatment of having endless, matching, perfect clothes waiting to be happily worn. But that wasn’t even the cherry on top.

  He was.

  And there he was talking away about philosophy and what he learned when he traveled and visited monks.

  Moments later we were at the edge of a breathtaking waterfall and we sat near the rocks.

  He stroked his smooth chin as he fingered his hair back, his long locks hanging more freely today and he looked so sexy like that.

  Water falling from hundreds of feet into a pool of chilly water. Rocks surrounding the enclave of water. It was a romantic sight and instantly made you want to dive in and go skinny dipping, letting the cool refreshing water kiss every inch of your body.

  We sat down on a giant rock at the foot of the water and I watched him unpack a basket and uncork a bottle of Crystal. He poured it into gold-rimmed flutes.

  “Because bubbly makes everything cheers worthy.”

  He handed me a flute. “Cheers.” Our flutes clanked and we looked at each other in the eyes. “So you’re aware of the cheers rule.”

  “Oh yes I am. No bad sex for me!”

  “Sex could never be bad with you.” I confessed and then bit my bottom lip feeling shy suddenly.”

  We sat in a moment of silence taking in the beauty that surrounded us.

  “Ask me something. Ask me anything.”

  “Last relationship.”

  His eyes fell and looked off to the side.

  “Okay, we’re going to make a game of this. You ask the question, I answer honestly. I drink. Same to you.”

  “Okay. This will be a first with champagne. I always played this game with liquor in college.”

  Something shifted in his eyes.

  “What was college like for you?”

  “Didn’t go.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “Well, I did for a semester but...do you know anything
about me? Like Google?”

  I shook my head.

  He leaned back and smiled as he leaned his chin up towards the sun.

  “That’s refreshing.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Well, the internet is full of shit sometimes with false stories.”

  “Yeah, I see it all the time with celebrities.”

  “Well, just do yourself a favor and don’t google me. Just remember that.”

  “Okay.”

  “Sold my computer software program. Dropped out of college.”

  “That’s...impressive. Like you’re a genius.”

  “Well, I don’t know. Lucky I guess. So, there I was nineteen, in Silicon Valley. Figuring out who I was and what I liked. I hired someone to help me with investments. Secured a couple of accounts and residual income, yada yada. Anyway. And then I sort of...” He stopped and sipped his champagne. I waited for him to finish but he began tapping his flute.

  “You sort of what?”

  “Lived up to that heathen name my father always called me.”

  “You’re not a heathen.”

  He scratched his forehead and laughed. “Uh, I beg to differ, sweetheart.”

  “What was the changing point? Turning point?”

  “Nah uh...you have to take a sip.” He instructed.

  I finished the glass and he poured another.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk already?” I teased.

  “Now you have to kiss me.”

  I laughed and wiped the tickle off my lips. “Oh, you don’t have to ask me that.” I leaned in and kissed his juicy lips, savoring his taste and the taste of the champagne on his lips. I felt him harden beneath me and I smiled inside, proud.

  “Tell me what next to do.” I sucked lightly on his earlobe and let my fingers run through his hair, brushing against his scalp.

  “I mean, here’s this hot rich twenty something year old...you must have had women lining up like Elvis for you.” I said softly into his ear, and kissed his neck again, tasting the saltiness on my tongue and savoring its flavor.