Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 78

Lucien's P.O.V.

I've never enjoyed being a part of a study session more. Bella traces over every inch of my body, quietly naming the muscles as she goes, and when she forgets one, she writes it's name on my skin. It is singularly the most erotic and sensual thing I've ever been a part of. When she's done with my torso and moves to my waist and below, I struggle to figure out how I'm going to stand there while she touches me everywhere. Dammit! Down boy! This is a learning situation, not a sexual one. Shit, I really have no control over him sometimes. I can see Bella smile to herself when she notices the evidence her soft hands have on my body, but she's focused on studying, and I'm focused on not embarrassing myself all over her floor. So I stand there and try to enjoy her gentle touches without attaching a sexual meaning to them. When she's done, she asks me to get dressed again, but I have to leave off my constrictive underwear if I want to be comfortable.

She moves onto American History which we both have a final in on Monday. History isn't history to me, it's life. Been there, done that. I have no need to study, I could recite everything that has transpired in my lifetime since I was old enough to remember it, but I help Bella try to remember by telling her stories of what I recall of those times. I was born in 1614, I remember the wars, the leaders and the treaties very well. I recount the villains of the wars, when they died, and how they were tortured, although that part won't be on the test. Her memory is very good, and once she has something to connect to that memory, it's excellent. After two hours on History, she wants to revisit Anatomy, so I take my shirt off while she gets some rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. She begins to touch and name all the muscles on my body, erasing the ink marks with cotton swabs drenched in alcohol. She has remembered them all, and looks at me with a bright, happy expression.

"You're my hero," she says, leaning into me for a kiss. I try to deepen it, but she pulls away. "I will never finish studying if you continue to distract me like that."

"Me distract you?" I ask incredulously. "You caressed my entire body and I didn't get to touch you once!" I complain, pouting like a toddler and making her giggle. How I love that sound as it escapes her lips with an almost childlike innocence. I want to make her giggle every day and have her look at me like she is right now for the rest of her natural life.

"I can see the problem here," she says, stroking my erection that I managed to stuff into my pants after she revisited studying for Anatomy.

"Bella," I growl lowly. "If you're not finished studying and don't want anything to happen here, please don't instigate things."

"Who said I don't want anything to happen here?" she asks innocently. "I think you deserve a reward for helping me," she murmurs, wetting her lips and sinking to her knees in front of me. Oh Heavenly Grandfather, this is exactly how I hoped this afternoon would go.

She pulls down my jeans, freeing my erection that was complaining about being confined and ignored for too long. Her soft fingers pull me toward her mouth, and when she kisses the tip of my cock, I groan loudly. She licks me like the ice cream I got her at the Marble Slab Creamery, and when she puts me in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, I swear loudly. I take her head in my hands to try and control the pace, but she defies my attempt by grabbing me at my base and pumping her hands up and down my shaft while she hungrily sucks the head of my dick. Why is she so good at this? Too soon I'm tapping her gently on the side of her face. "Bella, stop." When she doesn't I manage to groan, "I'm close, baby, and if you don't stop you're going to get a mouthful." I know she heard me, but her pace doesn't stop. "FUCK!" I yell as my balls constrict and shoot a large stream of semen into her mouth. She swallows it, and then licks me clean. She releases me with a 'pop', and then smiles at my stunned expression. "That was completely unexpected and greatly appreciated," I tell her, caressing the side of her face. I help pull her to her feet and kiss her deeply. I can taste myself on her, and I feel like it binds me to her even more.

As I pull my pants up, I find I am unable to contain my feelings for her, so I maneuver her to her bed, helping her sit down. "Bella," I start, then stop. Should I be saying all this right now? My fathers words scream at me like a siren, but at this very moment, it's important for me to convey to her what I am feeling.

"What's wrong?" she asks quietly, unease etched in her face.

I don't want to make her doubt herself or my feelings for her. "Shit, nothing's wrong. In fact, everything is right," I tell her, running my hand though my hair.

She scoffs, "Really, then why do you look like you're ready to run away at the slightest provocation?"

I shake my head and clear my throat. "Bella," I try again, "there are so many things I want to say, but I'm afraid I'll scare you away and you'll leave like my Mom did." I begin to pace in front of her. When I look at her, she's staring at me like I'm about to unleash a horde of demons upon her, so I stop pacing and fall to my knees in front of her, taking her hands in mine. "My father told me I need to prove to you that what I'm feeling is real, it's substantial and permanent." I stop talking to see how she reacts to my statement. When she doesn't say anything, I continue. "I never thought I'd meet somebody like you, somebody I connect with and who isn't afraid of what I am. In less than a week, you've made me realize what my father has been deprived of all these years, you make me want to be a better man, to be somebody worthy of you." I can see her eyes glass over and a tear escape, sliding unchecked on her cheek. I reach over and dry it with the pad of my thumb. "I want to make you smile, hear you giggle, watch your eyes light up in delight, and fight away your demons. I love you Bella, and I want to spend all of eternity with you."