could transfer his grip so as to hold her with one hand. He then hooked his free hand under her bottom, forcing her to tilt her pelvis. The head of his cock found her entrance. He rubbed mercilessly, teasing her with his nearness, so that she was wet and so ready for him the ache of waiting made her keen. Bella parted her legs wide, but there was simply no coaxing him.
She braced herself instead, knowing what he intended. Sure enough his attention slowly moved away from her quim, and drew down towards her bottom. She could feel the tip of his phallus nudging against the forbidden entrance there. “Oh,” she murmured, pressing back against him, despite her better judgement. Always, always he insisted on taking her like this. In the same way in which he took Lucerne.
“That’s it. Let me in.”
Intoxicating lust washed over her from toes to the tips of her ears. Her muscles gave a little, and Bella surrendered entirely to Vaughan’s cock pushing inside her.
All at once her temperature seemed to spike. He was inside her. Possessing her. His balls brushed against her cheeks as he pushed in and withdrew. He kept the pace moderate to begin with, allowed her to relax, let her nerves soothe to a low level jangle before he upped the assault.
With each nudge of his cock her nubbin tightened, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her abdomen. Bella squirmed against him, begging him to use his fingers, wishing that Lucerne were also present, so that he could fill her quim, so that she might drown in the moment and experience that perfect release.
Lucerne remained absent. It was simply her and Vaughan. And he used her. He pushed her back and forth on his shaft, and snarled when she tried to twist in order to direct more of his thrust across her nub.
“Now, now, Bella. What is it? Not quite enough.” He pumped his hips a little faster.
“I need a touch.” She strained against his hold. If only she could get a hand free, then she’d be able to rub herself. It’d be enough. All she needed was a little extra stimulation to her nubbin. But Vaughan continued to hold her tight. “Please. You know what I need. Just a little extra. Please, Vaughan.”
“A little extra what? Do you require a finger in your arse as well as my cock?”
“No.”
“Then what? Spell it out, Bella. Speak plainly.”
“I need your thumb on my nub,” she spoke softly, but the words seemed to echo around them. Always she hated it when he made her plead like this.
“Like this?” He covered her clitoris with the pad of his thumb. “Or do you require some movement?”
Bella swore at him.
“How so?”
“Goddamn you, Vaughan. Quick and hard. Press down. Yes, like that. Now circle. Oh, yes…” Her stream of words broke off into a lengthy intoxicated sigh. Her nubbin poked out from beneath the shield of its hood. Soon the circling would be too much, but her climax was fluttering in her womb, just out of reach at the moment, but growing steadily closer. It was tumultuous race. She jerked against Vaughan, impatient to reach her goal and desperately afraid of having her pleasure slip away from her.
“Easy,” Vaughan slowed his circling, though his thrusting quickened.
“Yes, yes,” she gasped. Her pulse raced. Then everything seemed to pull tight. Vaughan collapsed against her, his weight a welcome pleasure. His cry was sharp against her shoulder as his climax took hold, freeing him from all restraint. His loving, unguarded sighs, coupled with the quick pulse of his ejaculation was enough to undo Bella completely. She came with him, surrendering utterly as the release tingled throughout her body.
Afterwards, he lay still above her, his weight a heavy press against her form. “Vaughan,” she whispered. “Sleep with me.”
He rolled onto his side, and pulled her tight against him, so that they lay nestled like spoons, but he didn’t say a word.
Part Three
The following morning Lucerne sat at his writing bureau, composing