He reached up to cup her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples even as he slowly dropped his head back between her thighs, intent on making up for his mistake. He was a fucking idiot, always taking things too far. But now he would make it better, he’d make her come—screaming his name.
Tenderly, he closed his mouth over her clit, circling her with his tongue again and again, rolling her nipples in his hands in time with his tongue until he felt her start to bow beneath him and heard her gasp as she started to come. He swiftly transferred one hand down to join his mouth, plunging three fingers into her pussy, wanting her to be filled with him, dying to feel her contractions, even if it couldn’t be with his cock.
She inhaled sharply as he penetrated her, but continued to buck into his mouth, heels digging into the mattress beneath her. She was tight on his hand, so Heath pulled back to two fingers, coaxing out her first orgasm until she collapsed onto the bed gasping for breath.
Gently he worked in and out of her pulsing sheath, hoping he hadn’t taken things too far, too fast. He didn’t want to hurt her, or do anything to lessen the effect of what he planned to do next.
When she continued to lift into his mouth though the waves of her first orgasm seemed to be fading, Heath figured he was good to go. He started to hum into her, letting the vibration join in with the light pressure of his tongue. Almost imperceptibly, he felt her tense again and increased his pressure, swirling hungrily against her, faster and faster, until she screamed out her second orgasm, clutching his face tight to her pussy.
He laughed and pressed closer to her salty wetness, amazed at how this woman who hadn’t even wanted him to travel south a few minutes ago was now pressing him as close as two people could get without sharing the same skin.
Ah, the miracle of a fantastic orgasm.
“Are you laughing at me?” she asked as her body relaxed and her hands left the tangles of his hair.
“Never.” He smiled and lifted his head to gaze at her flushed, sated face.
When she smiled back, he felt a strange sensation clutch at his chest and deep down in his balls. The ball clenching he could explain since he was still hard enough to break china, but the heart clenching was a different matter, one he wasn’t quite ready to explore at the moment.
At least not until he got some of the blood flowing back toward his brain.
“That was unbelievable.” Despite the smile, Bella still looked awestruck.
Heath’s heart lurched again when her eyes met his. Those blue eyes seemed to see straight through to the soul he hadn’t always been sure he possessed. He felt his signature grin slip from his face, and was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss her. He never kissed after he had gone down on a woman. Most women thought it was gross, and he was experienced enough to know it wasn’t wise to gross out a woman before he’d gotten his rocks off.
Still, he was almost willing to risk it to have a taste of those lips, to melt into Bella’s sweet mouth, close his eyes and disappear for a second into the warm aura that surrounded his beautiful girl.
“Kiss me,” she whispered as if she’d read his mind, and God help him, he couldn’t do anything but obey.
Their kiss was sweeter this time, but even more passionate. Her mouth was softer, freer beneath his own, and he could feel the emotion that simmered beneath each stroke of her tongue. It was so good, so perfect, enough to break his heart and heal it all at the same time.
“I’m sorry.” He pulled away, getting a tight rein on his emotions. This was ridiculous. He must be working too hard. He wasn’t a kid getting his first hand job, for God’s sakes, he didn’t have to get emotional about an amazing fuck.
“About what?” Bella asked.
“The taste, most women don’t like it.” He started to roll away from her, needing a second away from her addictive skin, but she locked her legs around his back and lifted her hips to press against his erection.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“I fucking love it.” He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to grind against her mound or unzip his pants and bury himself inside of her as fast as humanly possible. He wasn’t going to take things that far, not yet anyway, not until he knew he could have his cake and eat it too.
“I loved it too,” she said, reaching down between their bodies to slowly drag down the zipper of his pants.
The sound alone was almost enough to break him.
“Bella, I don’t think we should—”
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered, pushing him away and rolling to her side.
She crawled toward the pillows at the top of the bed, giving him an excellent view of her still wet and swollen pussy. It made him want to leap upon her and fuck her like an animal, fast and hungry, with his teeth scraping at the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Bella, I can’t do this much longer.” He pulled back to stand at the edge of the bed and swallowed hard. His cock throbbed painfully, tenting his khaki pants, pointing toward Bella like a divining rod.
“Come on, Heath, you have to give me a chance to see if you’re right.” She picked up the bowl and brought it up between her full breasts, dragging her finger through the fudge and licking it clean with a swirl of her tongue.
“About what?” he managed to ask before his capacity for speech left him.
His eyes honed in on that pink swirling tongue and his aching balls pleaded for release. He had hoped that she would want to return the favor, but now that he was faced with the offer he hesitated again.