Bellarke

Part 3/3

"O-okay," I shakily said to his request. "I want to make you feel good too, Bellamy."
"Shh," he said, kissing my lips quickly after. "Don't worry about me, baby."
I didn't fight him on it. I knew that he liked to bring me pleasure and I wasn't sure how good I'd be at pleasuring him.
Bellamy moved his body so that his head was level with my panties, running his fingers along my sides. I relaxed under his touch; he knew how to soothe me.
He started rubbing circles with his thumb over my panties on the skin above my private area. Just the simple touch in the vicinity of the most sensitive part of my body made my eyes close and breath shake.
Bellamy ducked his head down to give me soft kisses under my belly button. Lowering the hemline of my panties, he sucked on the newly exposed skin. I could feel the intimate, dark red spots forming. The feeling of his tongue close to my vagina made my knees bend and back arch. He quickly seized my leg to hold it still.
When I calmed, he looked up at me with his hands placed on my underwear. Painted on his face was a kind and loving expression. He seemingly made promises without talking, but just by the way the looked at me. I knew I could trust Bellamy. He'd take care of me.
"Say stop at any time, Clarke," he purred. The knowledge of what was to come next made me antsy and want to wiggle my panties off.
"I trust you, babe," I told him. He turned back to the task at hand and slowly slid the silky, black fabric down my legs. He abandoned them on the floor before bringing his lips to my mouth for a deep kiss.
My hand intertwined in his soft curls and my other arm I used to prop me up. When Bellamy pulled away, he pushed me gently back down.
"Relax, Princess." His voice had a deep, rolling quality to it that enticed me to want more of him. He resumed his place by my middle.
Bellamy gently spread my legs apart. With one, long finger, he slipped it between my folds and brushed past my clit.
"Oh Bellamy," I breathily said. He switched his finger for his thumb and applied pressure to my clit, rubbing circular motions on it. He saw my euphoric expression and closed eyes.
"Do you like that, Princess?" I moaned and answered him.
"Yes."
The absence of his finger caused me to look down at him. His curls brushed gently against the bottom of my stomach and I felt his tongue on my clit. My sharp intake of breath and quiet moan was accompanied by my back arching. I felt Bellamy's light laugh against my core. The vibration amplified my pleasure.
He added two, long fingers in my entrance and pumped slowly in and out. His hand movements along with the motions of his mouth almost took me over my physical edge.
The feeling the Bellamy was giving me spread through my body. I got lightheaded and my legs tingled. My hands grasped the sheets on my bed as Bellamy quickened the pace of his fingers and tongue.
My left hand entangled in his hair, bringing a deep moan from him.
"Ugh. Bellamy," I breathily whined. The hand not using to pleasure me was brought to my side. He grasped my body and lightly moved his fingers over my skin. The touch was gentle but electrified my body. Within seconds. my orgasm raked through my body.
My eyes clenched closed tighter than before and I was screaming Bellamy's name. My thighs tightened around his face as the pleasure extended from my vagina upward and encased my legs with euphoria.
Bellamy pulled his face away, looking up at me. His fingers kept pumping within me and he said "That's right baby, come all over my fingers."
His command made my heart beat; I thought he could hear it. He kissed my belly and took his fingers out, slowly, seductively sucking them.
"That was so hot," he huskily said. All I could do was nod my head, I was too out of breath to answer. His hands slid up my sides and he brought his face to kiss me. The kiss was light but perfect.
"Bell, can you stay tonight? With me?" I asked him meekly. After our sensual experience, I couldn't stand to not have Bellamy next to me. I was scared to ask him, but I was happy I did.
"Of course, baby," he told me. Relief washed over me like a tidal wave.
I grabbed my panties off the ground and slipped them on. Bellamy got up and walked over to the pile of clothes next to the bed.
"Here," he said, handing me his shirt. "Wear this to sleep in."
His request surprised me, but I was happy to wear it. I slipped the shirt over my head. The fabric was soft and smelled like Bellamy. Still standing, he walked over to me.
"We should do this more often, Princess," he said, while kissing my forehead. I wrapped my small arms around him. Something in his voice told me that his suggestion was sincere; he wasn't just using me.
"I want to do this and be with you as much as I can. I don't want to lose you," I told him. He guided me to the bed and held me when we laid down.
The rest of the night was filled with kisses, both light and heated. There were no mentions of oblivion, dying, or survival, all things that we faced on a daily basis.
Laying there, falling asleep in Bellamy's arm was relaxing. His demeanor and overall presence made me feel safer. He made me forget about the struggles of everyday life. Drifting into sleep, I snuggled closer to him and let the warmth of his body encase me.