Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 66

Lucien's P.O.V.

I don't think I've ever felt this awestruck with anybody when Bella leans back and trusts me with her body. I will always remember this moment, the moment she said 'yes' without saying anything. I'm going to make this such an amazing experience for her, that any trysts in our future will dim in comparison. She grabs me with her legs, pulling me next to her wet, dripping center. Patience, patience, I grind out in my mind. She's acting all wonton, but she's never done this with a loving partner. I put a condom on to try and cool the jets a little, and when I reach for her, she is more than ready.

I rub her entrance with the head of my cock, lubricating the condom with her juices. I love how liquid she is, her arousal so obvious a blind man could detect it. She shifts her hips under me and I ask her to relax, just feel. Her entrance is so wet, I know there will be no issue sheathing myself inside her, but I want to take it slow...let her get used to my intrusion and to my size. When I slowly enter her, it takes all my willpower to not slam into her and take her roughly. Fuck, this feels too good to be true. I give her a few seconds, then push farther into her, kissing her cheeks, her eyes and nose. A few moments later, I push farther, I can see her eyes widen a fraction, so I stop and kiss her mouth fervently. When I sense she's comfortable again, I push slowly into her until I am completely sheathed in her warmth and heat. I groan loudly, "Holy Shit Bella, you feel so damned good."

I feel her nails gripping my shoulders as I start a slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing slowly all the way back in. Bella's eyes roll to the back of her head, and her nipples contract, so I set my mouth to work on them as I continue to rub slowly against her internal ridges. "Yesss!" she hisses, digging her finger into my scalp.

I am not going to be able to keep up this slow, tortuous rhythm for much longer, despite how incredibly erotic it feels, so I once I am sheathed completely inside her, I stop moving and look into her eyes. "Are you ready?" I ask her, pulling myself up onto my hands so I can  look deeply into her eyes.

She looks at me quizzically, furrowing her brows. "Ready?" she asks quietly.

I smile at her, at her innocence and naïveté. "I want to go faster," I begin to explain, "generate more friction for us." I kiss her eyes closed, then pull her lips into a sultry caress. When I release them I tell her, "I want to move you into different positions to determine what you like best. I want to explore your body so I can play it like a cello the next time you allow me to make love to you," I tell her between kisses. "I'm just making sure you are ready for all that." When she doesn't answer immediately, I whisper in her ear, "You will enjoy every moment of it, I assure you."

She forms an "oh" with her mouth and nods eagerly. That's my girl.