Page 64 of Liberating Bells
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IZABEL
Ryan groansas I straddle across his hips in one swift movement. He’s still leaning against the headboard, his face tilted up to meet mine in a feverish kiss. Hands trace up my thighs, coming to rest on the bare skin. I rock my hips back and forth, loving the friction.
At this moment, all I can focus on is how it feels, knowing that Ryan desires me again. It’s something I think I’ve always known, but now that we’re here in this moment, it feels truer than ever. I didn’t intend for this to happen when I asked to come with him. All I needed was an escape from reality, but little did I know that Ryan would be the one I would escape in.
And now that we’re here together, facing this decision to do this, I can’t seem to think straight. Some aspect of me is aware that we should put the brakes on, slow everything down, reallytalkbefore this all happens—there’s still so much Ryan doesn’t know. But I can’t seem to make myself pull away from him. I can’t stop, and I don’t want to.
I’m quickly becoming intoxicated by his touch, by his kiss, and it’s overwhelming all of my senses.
Ryan’s hands grip the hem of my dress, pulling it up and over my head, leaving me in just my underwear. His emerald eyestrace the outline of my bra and down my bare stomach to my panties.
Then, I’m on my back and Ryan’s hovering above me. He pulls his shirt off, and then devours my mouth with his, letting his hand explore lower. I let out a gasp as his fingers tickle my sides, and he emits a husky chuckle as his lips begin a trek down my jaw. When he tries to go lower to the base of my neck, I panic and use my hand to direct him back up to my lips.
I can’t let him kiss my neck, he’ll smudge the makeup I just reapplied, and the bruise will start peeking through. If he notices my jittery movement, he doesn’t show it. He just moves his mouth with mine instead. When his hand brazenly dips underneath the hem of my underwear, I open my eyes, seeing his stare on me, gauging my reaction.
I arch my back up and reach behind me to unclasp my bra, pulling it off and shucking it across the room. Ryan’s eyes are drawn to my chest, and he gently covers my right breast with his hand, giving a slight squeeze. Closing my eyes, I leave him to it. Gentle fingers trace my skin, the swell of my breasts, across my clavicle, and down my sternum.
Then he leans forward and presses his lips to my skin, trailing kisses until he’s at the peak of my breast. His tongue swirls my nipple twice before his mouth engulfs the sensitive tip. His tongue flicks back and forth a few times, the movement making me squirm and moan. Then he’s gone and continues on his journey down the center of my abdomen.
I catch his eyes as he circles around my navel, then dips lower to press a kiss against my underwear. The movement makes my legs shake, and I involuntarily thrust my hips up to meet his kiss. Giving me a wicked smirk, Ryan’s fingers hook underneath the seam of my panties and work them down my legs, leaving me completely bare before him.
Once they’re gone, Ryan takes a moment to lean back and admire me lying there. His eyes dilate, and then he’s kissing me again. His fingers immediately find their mark and begin stroking the heat between my legs. I sigh against his mouth as one of his fingers slips inside of me, and he starts languidly thrusting it in and out, increasing my arousal.
It feels heavenly, being here again with Ryan, but I wantmore.
I grip my hands in his hair and tug slightly, pulling him away from me. His eyes find mine as he grins. My fingers make quick work of the belt around his shorts and pull the zipper down. Ryan helps, kicking the clothing off the rest of the way.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, nuzzling my cheek with his nose. I arch my back up into him, pressing my breasts against his chest. The feel of his bare skin on mine has my head spinning.
I nod fervently. “I want you.” His eyes sear into mine as he shifts, his knee pushing my legs wider, so he can settle against me.
He’s between my legs, and I can feel the length of his whole body against mine as he positions himself at my entrance. Before pushing forward, he captures my eyes with his again and moves up to kiss me. One of his hands braces near my head, and I wrap my hand around it, interlacing our fingers as he enters me.
I throw my head back once he reaches the deepest part of me. Ryan hisses between his teeth, feeling me clenching around him, and then starts moving. I meet his actions thrust for thrust until I’m not sure where I end and he begins. This is heaven, it must be.
I’d forgotten what it’s like with him. The last time we were together was years ago. Ryan is the most attentive lover, finding his pleasure but chasing mine as well. I know from this point moving forward, I’ll be ruined. There’s just something aboutsharing this type of experience with the one person who knows you best. Who loves you for all your flaws, all your shortcomings. Someone you feel safe with. And it feels just as safe as the last time we were together.
Even if this is the last time I get to share this with Ryan, I will be happy. At least I have this moment with him now.
Ryan’s fingers grip around my hip. He pulls out, flipping me over onto my stomach and adjusting my pelvis before entering me again at a new, deeper angle. Folding himself over my back, he lets out a moan in my ear that has me clenching even tighter around him. He thrusts into me hard, hitting every glorious spot within me. I feel him hovering against my back as I press my face into the pillow, crying out in pleasure.
His hand snakes around my front, finding my clit and stroking it expertly. As his fingers work me there, he continues to thrust into me. “Come for me, Bells,” he says close to my ear. I let the sensations overwhelm me, starting at the base of my spine and shooting down to my toes as I shatter around him with a loud cry.
Ryan slows his movements as I come around him. When the pulsing stops, he pulls out and turns me back over onto my back. He kisses along my breasts, moving toward my neck. Again, I redirect his mouth back to mine, so he doesn’t spend too much time there. It doesn’t deter him.
He slides into me again, slower this time, letting me feel every inch of him. He keeps his mouth on mine, kissing me sensually as he makes love to me. My body starts to amp up again, the familiar tingle setting in as he speeds up, his movements quickly becoming erratic. Ryan tears away from my lips and buries his face in the pillow next to my head as he lets out a loud moan, losing control.
“Bells,” he says my name over and over, his voice husky.
“I’m so close,” I tell him. My fingers claw at his back, trying to get him impossibly closer to me. Every time he pulls out of me, all I want is him back inside. “Keep going, keep going.”
"Fuck,” he grinds out, kissing me again. “Bells, I’m gonna come.”
The sound of his voice, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, pushes me over, and I orgasm hard around him, my voice turning raspy as I moan. Ryan follows close behind me, his thrusts getting deeper until he stills. His body collapses against mine as we both let the wave rush over us.
I can feel his heart beating through his chest. Running my fingers through his hair, I catch the sweat beads on his forehead. After a minute or two, Ryan pushes himself off of me with his hands and gives me a boyish grin. Then he slips out of me and strolls into the bathroom. I hear the water running before he returns with a wet washcloth, and he gently wipes me between my legs. The scratchy washcloth in that sensitive area makes me tremble. I force my body to relax at the gesture. With a kiss to my forehead, he gets rid of the washcloth.
