Feeling

I nodded slowly. Unable to do anything else.

Not without putting myself in a position to be in an even worse situation.

I swallowed hard.

He leaned back up and his gaze roved my face.

I felt like I was already naked to his eyes, the way he looked at me.

“Ssh.” He reminded and his slim brown hand slid down my flat belly and over my pelvis to the next of my sex and lower.

I shifted nervously but he shook his head. Stilling me.

His fingers slipped down to slide along my crease. Massaging the lips apart in a way that had my mouth opening on a slight moan of pleasure.

“That’s a good sound.” He whispered. “I’d like to hear more.”

And he slowly angled his hand differently.

For a moment I tried to figure out what he was doing then I felt the press of his fingertip sliding between my lips and drawing tiny circles as it eased upward.

Startled I clenched and he gave me an amused look.

“Relax, Belle.”

***

“Is it going to hurt?”

“I’ve done it many times before.” He chuckled. “And they never mentioned it hurting.”

For some reason, that response made me frown.

“Relax.” He directed.

I blew a long breath and tried to ease my body. Jumping slightly as I felt the smooth gliding of his finger further inside me.

“Bodin!” I breathed raggedly in panic. My throat arching as something tightened through me. Already soaking his hand and making deep behind my belly tighten. Gripping his digit.

Once I felt his knuckles pressing the outer entrance he drug his hand back out. Pressing it back in so quickly that I drew a quick indrawn breath.

His palm still pressed my shoulder into the bed and he began slipping his finger in and out of me faster. Twirling it as it entered me fully to rub on something delicious that sent tendrils of pleasure wrapping through me.

A wild moan escaped me and his hand lifted from my shoulder to gently cover my mouth.

I gave him a panicked look.

“You don’t want someone coming in and seeing us do you?”

I shook my head.

“Then you have to be quiet.” He whispered to the back of his hand still lightly covering the bottom half of my mouth.

“Now it’s going to feel a little different.”

I gave him a questioning look.

***

“That felt good, didn’t it?”

I bit my lip under his hand and my eyes fell.

“Come now, Belle. Be truthful. You know it did.”

I met his gaze. Unwilling to admit the truth but not denying it either.

“I want to offer you a better taste.”

I didn’t know what that meant but there was an ache building inside me that didn’t seem inclined to be denied. I nodded slightly.

His hand moving with my chin.

He plucked at his breeches a moment and then I felt something pressing against my entrance again.

Thicker.

And feeling almost softer but harder at the same time.

It slid smoothly inside me but my back bent reflexively as everything inside me stretched to fit him.

He moaned in pleasure. “You feel good, Belle. I knew you would. You fit me like a glove. Your body perfectly suited to swallow mine.”

“What?”

“I’m inside you, Belle.” He explained flatly. “I can feel you.”