Betrayed 2(89)

Belle could feel a wetness between her thighs, something she had never experienced just from kissing. But this was no ordinary kiss. Devon Rymer wasn’t the usual college guys she used to make out with. Just knowing the fact that he was way more experienced than her, turned her on even more.

He pulled away from her suddenly, and Belle gasped again. She stared into his deep blue eyes for a few moments, and a soft smile started forming on his face.

“I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you,” he grunted and Belle bit down on her lip. She was watching him from under her heavy eyelids. His lips were glazed from her own mouth as he came closer to her again.

Belle thrust her hips out towards him, and his hands went to her shirt. She threw her head back as he caressed her breasts, gently at first. Then he squeezed them. She moaned.

Within seconds he was unbuttoning her maroon cotton shirt, untucking it from her skirt. She felt the coolness of the air as her breasts were exposed, only covered now by the black lace bra she was wearing.

Belle’s legs were parting, and Devon had wedged himself between her thighs. She could feel the material of her tight pencil skirt stretching, she was beginning to worry that it might tear. But then her thoughts were elsewhere, because Devon had pulled down the straps of her bra. Her breasts were completely exposed now, and he gently pinched her small pink nipples.

Belle moaned again and threw her head back. Some thoughts flitted through her brain occasionally. That she hadn’t told him how inexperienced she was, that she was a virgin. That this was all new to her. She was afraid of even touching him.

She felt his hands on her waist, and he lifted her up on the desk. Slowly he brought his head down so that he could lick her pert nipples. Belle winced as he did it. His long velvety tongue licked her nipples, one by one, like they were lollypop. He had his eyes fixed on her the whole time. She pressed her eyes close to enjoy the moment, and then she felt his hands between her legs.

Belle gasped again, and when she looked at him, Devon was smiling.

“You’re sweet,” he said in a low growl, and his hands found the zip on the side of her skirt. He slid it down, and Belle was worried that he would now be able to fully see how wet for him she was. He dragged her skirt down and threw it on the floor.

She was in matching black lace panties, and Devon didn’t waste time to touch the soft throbbing mound between her legs. Belle blushed, nobody had touched her there before, and she quickly squeezed her thighs together.

“Don’t be shy, it’s delicious,” he groaned and gently, he pried her legs open again. It was turning her on to see him even looking at her. But Devon looked like he had eyes only for her wet hot core. She was surprised to find that he slowly lowered himself, still fully dressed, to the floor. His face was now at level with her legs, her throbbing dripping center.

Their eyes met, and Belle was biting down on her lip.

Devon gently used his fingers to move her panties aside. Belle took in a deep breath as he looked at her, at the spot that was still untouched. He could see how wet she was, and she blushed. He brought his face closer and she closed her eyes. The feelings gushing through her veins were all new to her. An uncontrollable urge to grind herself to him, to feel his cock against her leg.

While her eyes were closed, she suddenly felt his tongue on her mound. He was licking her there, and Belle moaned. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, how she was supposed to react. It was an explosive feeling she couldn’t control. Only her own fingers had ever been there before, but she was always so afraid of it. Now having Devon’s tongue there was a whole new feeling.

Slowly, he licked her again, then just like his tongue had parted her lips, he parted her again and slid his tongue into her. Belle gasped and she felt him reach out and hold her thighs tightly. She could see his head between her legs. Her thighs parted wide apart, and Devon started thrusting into her. His tongue slipped in and out of her, licking and flicking her juicy folds.

Just when Belle was beginning to give in to the sensation, Devon moved his hand. His fingers found her clit and he started stroking her there. Belle moaned loudly this time, unable to control the rush of sensations in her veins. She felt like she was going to pass out.

Devon didn’t stop. He continued to lick her, his tongue sliding in and out of her, while his fingers stroked her clit. Far from stopping he was only increasing his speed. Belle was moaning, her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled back in her head. This was the best, most freeing feeling she had ever felt. Nothing else was in her mind other than reaching that point where her body would take control. Devon was bringing her to the edge, she could feel it rising at the base of her belly. It was growing inside her, his tongue was making it happen.