Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 35

Lucien's P.O.V.

Her strong, soft hands encompassing me are almost enough to make me pass out. I have always had tremendous stamina when it comes to sex, prided myself in bringing my lovers multiple orgasms before finding my own, but somehow Bella's inexperienced hands have me climaxing in under two minutes. She's so tentative, her touch so gentle, but she knew when I needed it not to be, and she didn't disappoint. I'm captivated by her and I want to pleasure her like she just did for me. The sunlight highlights the blonde in her hair, and I tuck a few stray strands behind her ear. Her skin is flushed, her pupils blown, obvious indicators of how turned on she is.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" I ask, not wanting her to think I'm going to do anything she doesn't want me to do. Her arms are wrapped behind my neck and when she looks into my eyes, I can see hers darken with need. She nods and I smile, kissing her softly.

The water's buoyancy makes it easy for me to lift her, and she immediately wraps her legs around my waist. I trace the outline of her lips with my finger, then I wander down her neck, over her collarbone to her sternum. Her breasts are perfectly pert, more than a handful, and her nipples are hard and straining against the fabric of her bikini top. I desperately want to investigate her breasts with my hands and mouth, but that's not where she needs me right now. I let my finger continue to wander down past her flat belly, stopping to toy with the waistband of her bathing suit. Should I delve into it? I look at her face to find she is staring at me, neither frightened or worried, and that makes my heart swell. She's not letting her past experience dictate this moment, she trusts me enough to not hurt her, so I decide to go slow, starting outside her bathing suit. My finger traces the outline of her bikini clad bottom, and as I gently stroke her ass I remark on how soft her skin is. Reaching between us, I graze the outline of her sex, and she jumps a little as she moans in my ear. I move excruciatingly slow so she can enjoy herself without feeling pressured, and the sensation of her soft skin, breathless moans and delectable sent causes me to harden again. I curse inwardly, sometimes the damned thing has a mind of its own and has the audacity to think for itself. I'll worry about taking care of that later, right now I need to touch her and bring her pleasure. I reach between us and slip my finger into her bikini, gently stroking the folds between her legs. She relaxes and leans back so her hands are on my shoulders. "Lucien," she murmurs softly. Her eyes are closed and her face is relaxed, so I unhook her legs from around my waist and let her float with my hand under her back, allowing me to see every inch of her beautiful body. I gently pull her bikini bottom down, exposing her to my hungry eyes. Damn she's gorgeous! Slipping my finger between her folds again, I trace the entrance to her womb. Slowly and gently I insert my index finger, curling it against her internal ridges. She gasps and opens her eyes, "Shhhh, trust me, I've got you," I tell her. When she relaxes again, I continue to slide my finger in and out of her, then use my thumb to rub gentle circles on her clitoris. "Oh God!" she exclaims, and starts instinctively grinding against my hand, digging her fingernails into my skin. When I add another finger and continue rubbing her external bundle of nerves, I can feel her start to quiver inside. The satisfaction I feel knowing I am the only man to have touched her like this brings a sense of protectiveness over me, and I increase my speed. "Lucien, LUCIEN!" she moans, and her legs stiffen as she hits her climax. I continue to manipulate her to draw out her pleasure, and when she's finally spent, she wraps her arms around me and puts her head on my shoulder.

I kiss the top of her head and pull her bikini back up her shapely legs. I lean her back against my chest and start walking with her slowly toward the river bank with her floating on my hand. We collect our beer cans and then turn toward our friends who are in the shallower water talking. They look up as we approach, and I have to bite my tongue when Scarlett says to Bella,  "You look relaxed." She just smiles and dips her feet further into the water so she can stand, leaving her shoulders above the water line. I reach around her to pull her back against my chest so she can feel my erection pressed against her back. She turns to look at me and mouths, 'again?' I quirk my lips at her and nod. I don't need words to tell her how much she affects me.