"Lily mentioned that Meg's having a bachelorette party soon, you could always tell them then if you feel in the mood. After all, those things get so rowdy that they won't have the chance to quiz you too much then on the details!"
Amused, Bel looked at him, "You mean her hen party? You've become all American on me!"
"Bachelorette party, hen party, whatever," he said easily, not giving in to her teasing. "They're probably much the same in spirit the world over, no matter what they're called!"
"Perhaps." She laughed at him. "You're right, that probably is a good time to tell them, there's a limit to the amount of prying they can do in that environment!"
* * *
As they left the cinema and walked home, Isabelle pressed one hand to her stomach in a mock groan at the amount of popcorn and ice cream she'd eaten.
"I blame you!" she accused him, teasingly. "If I die of a heart attack in the middle of the night, you only have yourself to blame!"
He laughed at her, "Whilst I'm all for a healthy diet, I don't think that one ice cream and a bucket of popcorn is suddenly going to kill you."
She paused inwardly for a moment, thinking to herself that if there was any time to have the conversation she wanted to have with him, then this was it, "Well, you could always stay with me tonight, just to make sure," she said quietly, the nervousness evident in her voice.
Picking up on her tension immediately, he stopped walking and caught her to him. "Hey, Bel, what's the matter? You sound so worried."
Gulping quickly, she figured she may as well plunge headfirst, she'd come this far, "It's nothing, really, but, well..." she trailed off.
"But what, Bel, talk to me!" he now sounded as worried as she was.
"You don't seem to want to touch me anymore!" she blurted out, unable to find a more elegant way of explaining to him her worries.
Blinking, Alex looked truly stunned at her words, "But Bel, what on earth do you mean?"
Trying to find the right words to explain to him, she started nervously, "It's just that, well, since that first night, you haven't, that is, we haven't, you keep taking me home and then leaving!"
He gasped audibly, not quite believing that she could have misinterpreted his actions and motivations quite so enormously.
"Oh, Bel, and you thought I didn't want you?" he still sounded incredulous.
She nodded mutely.
"Oh Bel, I thought I'd explained. I wanted to give you time and space. I didn't want to rush you, especially not when I know you're not completely comfortable yet with my approach to a relationship. I want you utterly, in more ways than you could possibly imagine, but I don't want to overwhelm you or scare you."
"You won't scare me, I wasn't scared that first night," she blinked back the tears that, unusually for her, were threatening to fall.
He laughed softly, "I know you weren't love, but it was still a pretty fast pace you set, so soon!"
"Me!" she exclaimed, "I didn't set any pace! That was all you!"
"Hmmm," he laughed down at her and pulled her into his embrace, bending his head down to capture her lips in a soft, tender kiss. "I'm not sure you're quite right on that one, but I'll let it go for now."
With a quick look around them to make sure there was no one else around, he gently took one of her hands and pressed it to his jeans, "See, Bel, see what you do to me? How could you possibly think that I don't want you? I've had more cold showers in the last couple of weeks than I remember having in a lifetime!"
Blushing furiously as she felt the hard evidence that he had placed so firmly in her hand, but unable to stop herself stroking it sensuously through the denim, she traced the hard, slightly curved length that she longed to set free and buried her head into his chest.
"Don't be embarrassed, Bel," and he plucked her head back away from him so he could capture her gaze in his.
"I feel silly."
"But why?"
She shrugged, unable to explain herself to him and at a loss for any more words.
He sighed, and looked down at her tenderly. "Come on, Bel, let's get home... you're going to get a chill if we keep you out here like this!"
As they approached her apartment, and she fished around in her handbag locating her keys, he swiftly took them out of her hands and unlocked the door, preceding her up into her apartment as he always did to make sure that everything was in order.
As he returned to where she was taking off her jacket and kicking off her shoes in the hallway, she glanced up at him warily, conscious that this was usually the point at which he kissed her but then left soon afterwards, leaving her wanting more.
To her surprise, he kicked off his own shoes and placed his jacket on the hook next to hers. As her eyes widened in surprise, he gathered her to him, "Have you changed your mind?"
Shaking her head, she managed a gasped, "No", before his head descended to hers and his kiss left her completely speechless.
Picking her up bodily, he carried her through to her bedroom, a decadent boudoir of brightly coloured silks with little semblance of order to the piles of discarded shoes, scarves and assorted accessories scattered over the floor.
Laying back on the bed, he tugged her to him so that she lay partly on her side and partly splayed over his body with the immediate effect that her soft cotton dress rode up to her thighs and her chest heaved slightly from the confines of the tighter bodice.
Gently, he ran the fingertips of one hand along the inside of her thigh, tracing the outline of her panties and causing her to gasp audibly at the sensation.
"Too much?" he queried, his voice so tender.
She shook her head and, nervously, reached out with one hand to touch his chest, her confidence increasing as she realised that, this time, he wasn't stopping her. Encouraged, and peeking up at him through her eyelashes, she shyly began to undo the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin under her fingers.
With a growl, he rolled over, pinning her beneath him but allowing her to run her hands under his now open shirt, hearing her moan in pleasure as she felt, skin-on-skin, the taut muscles of his back and she instinctively arched her back to rub her breasts against his chest.
She felt, rather than heard, his low laugh as he whispered in her ear, "Trying to take your own pleasure again, Bel? Didn't you learn your lesson last time, or are you trying to provoke me into a repeat performance?"
Laughing up at him, her physical and sensual confidence with him growing by the minute, she lightly nibbled on his earlobe, before whispering back at him, "It's not my fault that I'm still wearing too many clothes. I thought you were the one who liked to be in charge. Looks like you've missed a trick, hmmm?"
Growling more at her audacity, he bit down lightly where he'd been laving her neck with his tongue, and drew up one hand to casually flick open the tiny buttons that held together the bodice of her dress, exposing the silk cups of her bra and drawing in a harsh breath as he saw the blatant outline of her puckered nipples pushing against the soft ivory cups, begging to be touched.
Expertly, he reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, exposing her breasts to his heated gaze. Carefully, he blew lightly on her engorged nipples and, bending his head, pressed light kisses over her breasts and softly raked his teeth over the delicate mounds, covered every inch of her flesh, except for her nipples.
"Please, please, Alex," she cried out, pressing down on the back of his head with her hand, trying to force him to take her nipple into his mouth and give her the pressure and bite she needed.
"Missing a trick, hmmm?" he asked, tender amusement lacing his voice.
"Don't tease me, please..."
"What do you want? Tell me what you need, Bel, that's all you have to do."
"Please, my nipples, please kiss them." She squirmed under his touch.
"Like this?" he asked, as he lightly pressed a butterfly touch kiss to her left nipple, before blowing again on it gently and returning to rake his teeth over the flesh of her breasts.
"No!" she all but screamed, "Please, harder, please, Alex."
With a concealed grin, he decided he'd tortured her nerves enough, and firmly pulled the peaking nub of flesh into his mouth, swirling it under his tongue and sucking on it lightly, before scraping it between his teeth, while at the same time rubbing and squeezing its twin between his fingers.
As her moans of pleasure filled his ears, he felt her hips thrust upwards and her lower body begin to tighten, and he let her nipple fall from his lips so he could lower his mouth back down to hers.
"Wow, you're so sensitive Bel, you're practically ready to come just through playing with your nipples."
"It's all your fault," she accused him, breathless. "You've left me in limbo for the last two weeks."
Laughing, he shrugged off his shirt and pulled her dress over her head, so she lay before him naked but for her panties.
Immediately, her hands reached down to his belt, "Fair's fair," she murmured to him, and pushed against him, knowing that he was deliberately allowing her to take control just for a little while.
Rising to her knees above him, she felt the muscles of his stomach quiver as she undid his jeans and, obligingly, he lifted his hips to allow her to draw them down his legs, along with his briefs, so that now he was the one naked before her as she leaned back on her knees and drank in the sight of him. He was big, much bigger than even she had anticipated and for a moment her insecurities rose back to the surface as she wondered whether, physically, this could work between them. She was small and although she'd had a handful of lovers in the past – although far fewer than most people would have guessed – she had never been with a man so physically imposing as Alex.
Her eyes darted up to his face and she saw that he was watching her, his expression guarded.
"Are you okay, love?" he asked softly.
"I think so," she said, nervously, before blurting out, "I'm just not sure how we'll fit!"
The guarded look left his face and he drew her down to him, so that her legs straddled his hips, allowing her to feel the length of him through her panties. He kissed her tenderly. "It'll be fine, love. I promise. We'll go slowly and it'll be as gentle as you need. Trust me?"
Understanding instinctively that he would never allow any harm to come to her, that he would naturally take control of their intimacy to ensure her pleasure, she relaxed and returned his kiss, letting their tongues mesh in a timeless embrace as he gently kneaded her lower back, letting his fingertips venture down under her panties, feeling the dew of her arousal as he dipped lower.
Smiling, she moved her lips from his and let them dance down his neck and chest and then lower. Subtly, she felt his hands tighten on her shoulders and heard his husky warning, "Bel..."
"Let me?" she asked softly.
After a pause, he eased his grip on her shoulders and relaxed into her ministrations. Although he'd wanted their first time to be about her pleasure, at the same time she needed to be comfortable with his body, and not fear that the difference in their sizes would hurt her. He gasped as he felt her lips lock round his hard length while her fingertips slowly stroked up and down, finding their rhythm. This was one way for her to get to know his body.
Silently she swirled her tongue around the broad head of his cock, getting to know his taste, exploring the hard ridges and tracing them with her tongue. Experimentally, not sure she could take his full length, she let her mouth slowly envelop him, all the time letting her tongue continue its circling motions.
She felt his hands stroking the back of head, gently encouraging her, and heard his murmurs of pleasure, indicating what he liked. Wanting to give him a small taste of what he had done to her, she gently let him feel the texture of her teeth along his shaft, taking care not to press down, and was rewarded with a strangled groan and the judder of his hips as he tried to control the reflex action that made him want to pump himself harder into her mouth. Quietly, she blew down on the underside of his cock, letting him feel the cold air, before taking him back deep into the wet warmth of her mouth.
"Bel, please," he gasped, knowing he would soon reach the limit of what he could take from her without emptying himself deep into her throat.
"Please, what?" she said naughtily, mimicking his earlier words to her, "You just have to tell me, Alex," as she sucked him back into her mouth while her hands gently caressed his tightening balls.
With a hiss of breath, wordlessly he used the hands that were wrapped in her hair to extract himself from the pleasures of her mouth and quickly flipped them over, so she was pinned beneath him, head to toe.
Tenderly, he kissed her lips, not wanting her to think he was rejecting her advances, "Bel, you're a temptress, and," he stroked her lips with his finger, "a very naughty, talented one at that. But you were about to send me over the edge, and I want very much to be inside you when that happens, Bel."
"Oh!" she mouthed at him. She was no schoolgirl, and she'd known how turned on he'd been by her mouth, but she hadn't realised she had taken him so close to release.
"You forget, Bel. You're not the only one who's been in limbo these last couple of weeks. All the cold showers in the world haven't been able to stop me thinking about sliding deep into you."
His hands travelled down to her hips, where her silk panties still rested intact, and he carefully eased them down her legs, letting her use her feet to kick them off. Looking down at her, fully nude in front of him, he whispered, "So beautiful, Bel," before tenderly lowering himself over her to press kisses again to her breasts, and reaching one hand down to test her wetness, and finding to his pleasure that she was already sodden with her own juices, which he began to stroke and massage deeply into her folds.
"Mmmm," she whimpered, as she felt his fingers slide easily over her silken opening, feeling him gently ease a finger into her tight channel, massaging her intimately to make sure she was fully ready for him. As his fingers continued their sensual journey, his lips were tormenting her nipples once again, nipping, sucking and biting in response to her cries of desire. Smoothly, he pushed a second finger into her, stretching her and letting his fingers ease the way for what was to come, feeling her body clench around him and sucking him in to her tight sheath. As her hips rose off the bed, urging him deeper, he chuckled and used the opportunity to spread her essence into the crease of her bottom, travelling upwards to her tight, secret bud and carefully pushing her wetness inside with the tip of one finger.
"Oh!" she cried out. Her hands instinctively came down to bat him away, but were easily caught in one of his.
"Shh, it'll feel good, I promise," as he gently pushed his finger back and forth, just an inch or so, letting her get used to the feel of him there, wanting her to accept him without limits.
Quickly, she was gasping and pressing down on him, realising that this new sensation was bringing with it a new kind of pleasure, more intense, more pressured than she had ever felt.
But just as quickly, he withdrew his fingers and was reaching down to where his jeans had fallen beside the bed to retrieve his wallet or, more precisely, the condom that was stored within it.
Before she had time to fully form the protest that was escaping her lips, his body had returned to hers, his hips nestled snugly between her legs, and his cock rested at the juncture of her thighs.
"You're sure, Bel?" he asked, as his mouth nuzzled her cheek.
"Yes, please Alex, I can't wait any longer."
He smiled down at her impatience, knowing it was an intrinsic part of her, the Bel that he had loved for so long, and gently he pushed his cock into her warm, wet channel, feeling her body expand naturally to accommodate his length and girth, and then immediately contract to tighten around him and lock him inside her. He heard her whimper at the sensation, felt her shift her hips slightly to ease his way and then, hesitantly, begin to move under him.
Although he'd remained motionless inside her, wanting to give her time for her body to adjust, one hand devilishly stroked her breast
s, as he knew she loved.
"Please, Alex, more, I need more."
"You're okay, love?" he gazed down at her, needing to know that he hadn't hurt her.
Fiercely, she nodded. "It feels so..." she wiggled her hips, "good."
He laughed, "That's the idea, Bel," and, unable to hold off any longer, began to thrust inside her, setting a steady rhythm, softly at first but, as he felt her lift her knees to lock them round his waist, urging him deeper and deeper into her body, and felt her fingers digging into his back with the urgency of a woman lost to her senses, subsumed by pleasure, he quickened his pace, drawing her nipple into his mouth and laving it roughly with his tongue until she cried out, pleading with him for the release only he could give her.
Even as her slick channel clenched around him, he pushed her further and further into the depths of pleasure, not wanting to give her her release until he was sure he'd wrung every ounce of desire from her that he could. His fingers reached down and sought her slick clitoris, and gently – knowing that in her state of arousal, too much sensation could hurt her - massaged her, drawing soft circles round the engorged pleasure point.
As her cries became incoherent, he knew she couldn't last much longer – and nor could he – and with a groan he thrust into her faster and harder, angling himself upwards to hit that hidden pleasure point within her that turned her cries into sobs, just as his hand deftly moved to the crease of her bottom and his finger pushed inside her tight bud, his way eased by his earlier attentiveness.
With a strangled cry, the fullness of that second penetration sent Isabelle flying apart in every direction and she came harder and longer than she had know was possible, engulfing his cock deep within her with gushing wetness as she contracted round him, squeezing him, milking him until, with a guttural shout his hips pistoned upwards one last time and he emptied himself inside her.
Chapter Three
Spring was rapidly turning into summer and Isabelle stretched out her arms luxuriously in front of her as she gazed out of the window and tried to ease the kinks out of shoulders. She'd spent all day in front of her laptop, typing away at the next chapter of her book and was delighted with the results although it did, she admitted reluctantly, take its toll on her. She probably should have taken a few more breaks during the day to stretch her limbs. She smiled. Alex was constantly telling her off when he discovered the knotted muscles in her shoulders, although it did have its benefits as it meant he spent long hours slowly massaging the knots away.
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