Part 2/3

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Slowly my shirt slid up my torso and over my head. Bellamy disposed of it, tossing it to the floor. My hands laced in his hair once again, and his lips met mine. The kiss was slow, enticing. I was so caught up in my desire to be as close to Bellamy as possible, that I didn't notice his hands fidgeting with the clasp of my bra.
I pulled away from his face and let out a deep breath. My chest heaved up and down as I looked at him in the eyes. He too was breathing heavily. I felt my bra loosen around my breasts, signaling that he undid the clasp.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes soft and his voice soothing. I nodded, too engaged in his glowing visage to comprehend and devise words. The material slipped from my body and landed with a thud on the floor.
Bellamy leaned in once again to connect our lips. Instead of concentrating on his lustful kiss, my mind was focused on his hands. One was placed on the small of my back, holding me steady. With the other, he lightly traced patterns across the swells of my breasts. Everywhere he touched, a small trail of tingling nerves were ignited.
Finally, he took my left breast in his hand and rubbed softly. The subtle sensation was gentle but profound. Running the pad of his thumb across my nipple, I disconnected our kiss to look at him. His eyes were still closed in euphoria. Then, I realized his hardened length beneath me. My eyes fluttered shut and I basked in the pleasure Bellamy was bringing to me.
A moan escaped my mouth that was matched by a groan from Bellamy's. He repeated what was done on my left breast to my right.
I shifted my weight to my left leg, causing more pressure to be put on his package. His face twisted into an expression of bliss. I moved my fingers to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. I tossed it behind me.
Bellamy brought his sweet lips to my neck and lightly sucked, moving up as he went. When his mouth reached the base of my ear, he whispered "You're so beautiful, Clarke," to me. Just the sound of his voice articulating my name made me need more, much more contact.
"Bell, more," I whined. He lifted his face to look at me. He moved his hands to the bottom of my butt and he stood up, bringing me with him. Just as he rose, he turned and set me softly on the pile of blankets. I watched intently as he pulled of his belt, still looking at me. His toned torso was still exposed; his abdominals were defined like they were chiseled from stone.
Next, he kicked off his shoes and slid his pants down to his ankles, stepping out of them, he never broke his gaze. I but my lip seductively and laid back on the bed, holding myself up with my elbows as he captivatingly crawled to a position where he hovered above me.
He leaned down and left kisses along my jawline and neck. Bringing his lips to my ear once again, he said "You're wearing too many clothes." He had a seducing smirk on his face when he pulled away to look at me.
"Can you fix that for me baby?" I asked before bringing my lips to suck on his neck. When I pulled back to look at his expression, his eyes were shut and his lips parted. He looked at me, licked his bottom lip, and moved down to hover above my hips.
"Do you want these off?" he asked, looking to me through his alluring lashes.
"Please."
He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He snaked his fingers to the inside of the top of my jeans, and I lifted my butt so he could take them off. Once they laid on the ground of the tent, Bellamy and I finally had the same amount of clothing left.
I laid back and let him admire my body. His touch above my knee sent a flicker of anticipation traveling up my legs to my middle. I allowed my eyelids to encase my eyes and my head to roll back while he caressed my thighs.
His hands skipped my black panties and moved up my body back to my breasts. He repeated his earlier movements, this time bringing his mouth to my breasts. I sat up to watch him. He looked so damn sexy.
He watched my reaction as his tongue flicked over my right nipple. My lips immediately parted and I let out a moan. My lips formed his name. "Bellamy," the word rolled off of my tongue so easily, so naturally. He moved to my left breast and sucked on the hardened nub of skin. My breath caught in my throat and my chest bounced a bit.
Bellamy stopped to look at me. "Clarke, I want to touch more of you."

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