Love’n’Lust

“You seem so tight,” he whispered softly in her right ear, gently kissing it, but he noticed her sniffle. Some of the women he had been intimate with had cried too, and it had spurred him on to continue. He had only entered her halfway.

“Stop,” he heard her weakly say, and as he looked at her face, he saw tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t,” she pleaded, placing her delicate hands on his broad chest in an attempt to push him away. “It’s too much. It hurts.” He gazed into her beautiful blue eyes, and suddenly it dawned on him.

“Are you…?” His excitement grew as he thought he had figured it out. “Are you a virgin?” he asked, and she met his intense gaze with her teary eyes, blinking twice but without a response.

“You are,” he deduced, now understanding. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he inquired, only eliciting another sniffle from her. Tenderly, he caressed her face, noticing the redness in her nose and lips. “Where have you been?”

“Where have you been?” He pecked her gently on the lips. “I can’t stop now, if I pull out it will be more painful for you.” He let her know. “Give me your hands.” She did.

Intertwining his fingers with hers, he held her down tightly to the bed, looking into her eyes, he thrust fully, he watched her close her eyes in pain as she moaned to his delight; a painful but pleasure-filled moan.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He felt her legs wrap around his waist as he penetrated her repeatedly now. She no longer felt as much pain, she was glad he didn’t stop when she asked him to. He didn’t take his eyes off her face while he went in and out of her, he loved her every expression as she moaned.

She bit her lips and he kissed her, he increased his pace, it triggered him to do so when she bit her lips. Pounding her, he felt one of her shoes which she never took off fall off because its heels grazed his waist right before it fell to the floor.

He finally stopped, making Belle think he was done but he wasn’t. Still panting and trying to breathe calmly, she saw him tear another of the condoms and put it on. He really meant what he had told her; he wasn’t planning on stopping till he wanted to. She bit her lips again and he pulled her closer to himself, sliding into her pussy and kissing her.

“You sweet little…..” He whispered in her ears, kissing her shoulder and going slowly, she knew it wasn’t long till he decided to start to ride her fast without pause.

“Do you plan to use all?” She asked with her lips close to his ears, referring to the condoms laying on the table. He just chuckled.

“I still have some in my jacket.” Her eyes widened at his answer because even though she was really enjoying this, she knew she would soon get tired of his wild pounding.

“What if I….. mmmm…..” She moaned. “What if I get tired?” She asked but he kissed her.

“Sssh.” He kissed her again.

*****

Ben’s alarm went off, alerting him to the early hour of five AM. Glancing to his right, he saw Belle peacefully asleep, a smile forming on his face as he reminisced about the night they shared. Admiring her natural beauty with her tousled hair, he couldn’t deny his desire to have her in his bed once more.

The blanket on the bed seemed useless as only a small part of it covered her. Her back to her waist was exposed and half the blanket lay on the other side of the bed which he just got up from. Deciding it was time to prepare for the day, he showered and had his driver bring him fresh clothes. Once dressed, he couldn’t help but gaze at Belle, still lost in slumber, and slipped on a ring he found on the bedside table. Aware of his upcoming meeting at six AM, he eagerly anticipated seeing her wake up, acknowledging her fatigue but also finding satisfaction in the passionate night they shared after a long time without physical intimacy.

Approaching the right side of the bed where Belle’s face was turned, Ben leaned down to place a tender kiss on her neck, gently caressing her cheek. With this moment, he realized his desire to be intimate with her again, a deviation from his normal pattern of not pursuing multiple encounters. He couldn’t bear the thought of allowing anyone else to be with her; he wanted her exclusively for himself, as he had always been accustomed to getting what he desired. Checking his gold watch, he noticed it was already thirty-four minutes past five AM.

As he made his way past the reception and toward the waiting car, the morning shift receptionist greeted him with a friendly “Good morning, sir.” The driver promptly stepped out of the car with the intention of opening the doors to the backseat upon seeing Ben approach.

“Inform the hotel’s manager to ensure that the lady has everything she needs before she leaves,” Ben instructed the driver before getting into the car, watching as the driver headed back inside to relay the message.

Answering his phone, Ben heard his assistant’s voice on the other end, reminding him about the upcoming meeting in forty-five minutes. “Thank you, I’m on my way,” he acknowledged before ending the call.

Recalling the conversation, the driver informed Ben that he had delivered his message to the hotel’s manager as he settled back into the driver’s seat. Immersed in his thoughts, Ben’s mind drifted back to Belle as he reviewed the digital files his assistant had recently sent to his tablet.

“Belle,” he murmured to himself, then smiled calmly at how a thought of her had just distracted him from the tablet. He was going to get her, he had to, unless he wouldn’t be able to get his mind off her.