Saving Belle

Chapter 5

MATT

Screw what the emails said. Screw what I think. Screw my instincts.

How can Belle, this innocent young lady be what I think she is. Although I have picked up she barely answers to Anna unless I call her Anna Belle. But she was laughing, having a good time. her expressions were genuine, not forced. Belle was drunk. She did go through a whole bottle of vodka a couple cans of bourbon then I moved her to water.

I threw all sense out when she was concentrating so hard. a little crease appeared between her eye brows, her tongue slightly sticking out. I walked so ever quietly behind her. When she jumped in excitement and went to turn I stole the chance.

I grabbed her waist, I pulled her towards me and I kissed her. She tasted so sweet and left me craving more. I felt her stiffen and seconds later, she relaxed, her hands sliding up my chest and on to my shoulders as I moved my hand to behind her neck.

I felt her move into me and a groan left my throat when she bit on my lip. She was so soft, and inviting. Then things heated up. I pushed her backwards into a wall, I took her hands and held them above her head. I reclaimed her lips and kissed her hard.

Belle moved her head to the side for air as I nibbled on her neck and ear lobe. I loosened my grip on her hands and as my hands slid down her arms, all the way to her thighs, I lifted her up.

Belle wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the bed. I deepened my kiss as I ran into a wall. I held Belle there, kissing her, my hands supporting her weight as she went for my shirt.

I pulled my lips of hers as my shirt went over my head and already I mourned her kisses. I walked, still carrying Belle, to the bed and dropped her there.

Her face showed signs of surprise as she fell but I left no time for her to think. I instantly took her hands and held her there as I kissed on her neck. The mattress shifted to our weight as I fumbled looking for a way to get her shirt and skirt off.

"The back." Belle muttered into my mouth. I flipped her over and instantly found the zip. I unzipped her and slowly slid the shirt off her shoulders and her skirt down her legs. Belle moved and sat up on her knees.

I kissed her shoulders as I still held on to her shirt. For every inch I dropped her blouse, was an extra inch of skin I kissed. She was so soft, smooth like honey. She smelt like lavender and alcohol. I finally took the shirt of her and pushed her back on to the bed facing me.

Belle squealed then laughed as she fell, and my mouth moved over her stomach. I ignored her bra, for now and went lower. I kissed her hips then I went down her right thigh, my mouth leaving long wet kisses. I heard her groan as she shifted herself.

my hands ventured over her as I work my way back up and pulled her towards me. my mouth swallowing hers, my hands moving up her back as I unclipped her bra. I slipped the straps of her shoulders and off her body and held her breasts in my hands.

Belle buckled under me before pulling my head back to hers and kissed me.

I felt her wiggle under me, and then her leg kicked out. I sat up and undid my pants. I stared at this naked goddess in front of me. she was stunning. Strands of hair were every where, and then I was lost.

The beat of the music, the suckling of our lips and her fingernails in to my back.

But was this her plan all along? I can't turn back now, she is too inviting. Her scent was intoxication. Can I do this and so much more to her? Can I play a loving relationship till I uncover her actual motives? Can I be able to have the will power to walk away when the time comes?