Page 16 of Sweater Weather (Sapphire Falls Orchard #1)

SIXTEEN

Tilly

I pull Bells inside my house; the second the door shuts behind us, we’re like magnets pulling toward each other.

We kick off our shoes, and her hands find my hips.

I lead her to my bedroom and flick the light on.

This time I am going to take my time with her body.

I don’t know when I’ll have an opportunity like this again, and I’m not going to waste it.

This isn’t the time to define what this is, so I’m going to enjoy the moment.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she pulls back from kissing me to ask.

I take her hand, leading it into my panties, and she gasps. “Does this show you how okay with it I am?”

“Y-yes,” she mutters, and a blush runs through her cheeks. She pulls her hand back, and I smirk at her.

“What’s the matter, baby? Didn’t realize how wet I was?”

“I want you to undress me this time,” she commands firmly. I nod; I’m not going to argue with her. When a beautiful woman tells you to get her naked, you say yes. Or better yet, you say nothing and strip her as fast as humanly possible.

I unbutton the front of her jeans and let them fall to the ground.

Her shirt, which looks more like lingerie, is tucked into them.

She stands before me in this red lacy bodysuit with her breasts popping out the top, and I groan.

She smiles proudly, knowing how much this is killing me.

As I go to touch one of her breasts, she moves away.

“Did I say you could touch me?” she crosses her arms.

“I guess not. Should I get undressed?”

“No. I want you on the bed,” she commands, and I nod.

I sit on the bed. Bells climbs in next to me and pulls me in for a kiss. She’s got her hands on my chest, digging them through my hair. When I go to touch her, she hits my hand away—not in a mean way or in a way that even hurts, more of a gentle shooing away.

“I told you not to touch me yet. This is payback for your little stunt in the cab.” She narrows her dark eyes at me.

“Fine,” I grumble, and she leans back into the bed, unbuttoning my jeans.

Her face moves next to mine as I fall back into the pillows. She slips her hands into my jeans and panties, and I moan, loudly. “Oh, fucking hell.”

“God, you’re so wet and needy for me.” Bells’ eyes twinkle with delight. I’ve never seen her like this, but it’s hot as fuck. She’s taking control, and I want to do anything she says.

I’m going to reply—something snarky—when she brushes her fingers across my clit, and I moan again. She’s whispering dirty things in my ear, and I’m gasping for more. Her fingers slide through my wetness, and I groan. God, it’s embarrassing how wet I am for her.

“I’ve been thinking about you. How bad I wanted to touch you again,” she admits in my ear. This time, she’s the one to nibble gently on my earlobe. I buck my hips against her hand, begging silently for more friction.

“I don’t think so. I’m going to make you work for it,” she says, pushing my hips back down into the bed.

“Fuck,” I gasp as she pulls her fingers out of my panties.

“I need to hear you beg for it.”

“I want it—God, I fucking want it.”

“That doesn’t sound like begging. I guess we could just stop.” Bells smirks and moves away, but I pull her face into mine.

“I want you. God, I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“A little better.” She smiles and slides her hand down my panties again.

Two fingers swirl around my clit before sliding inside me. I gasp, soft moans and pants escaping my lips as she pumps them in and out.

“Now, tell me how bad you want this,” she whispers in my ear.

“I—I fucking want this. I want you,” I say breathlessly.

“Better.” She pumps her fingers harder, and I moan.

“Oh, Bells! Yes!” Her thumb touches my clit, and I can feel her hand getting soaked from me.

“God, just fucking touch me. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me again?” I admit. I don’t care—if she wants me to beg for her, I’ll be on my knees if that’s what it takes.

“Good. Now get down on your knees like a good girl and work for it.” Bells moves her hand out of my panties and sucks her fingers clean. The action alone could make me cum, but I’m too shocked by her words for my body to do anything.

“You want me on my knees?” I mutter.

“Yes, now. Show me how bad you want to be fucked,” Bells commands and spreads her deliciously thick thighs. Holy hell, where was this woman dropped from?

I flick the buttons of her bodysuit open, and it flies apart, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.

She has a landing strip leading to her clit, and I groan, seeing her juices coat the lips of her pussy.

Leaning down, I kiss it gently. Bells gasps, and I lick through her folds.

Her sweet taste coats my tongue before I take her clit in my mouth.

I suck lightly, and Bells moans, her thighs closing around my ears.

She might be accidentally suffocating me with her thighs, and I don’t care.

Because right now I’m making this woman moan like there’s no neighbor in sight.

She’s louder than she was that first night and definitely wetter.

I know she says she doesn’t usually come with anyone, but I’m feeling much more confident.

I tweak her nipple with my free hand, and she says my name. Well, it is more of a slow moan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She curses as I switch hands so I can slide a finger inside her tight pussy while I suck on her clit. I hum against her, and her legs shake.

“Yes! Oh my God! Stop!” she yells, and I pull away immediately, looking up at her with worried eyes.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes! Just so freaking sensitive. I think that’s the closest I’ve gotten to coming with someone,” she admits.

“Do you want me to keep going?” I’m eager to please, or whatever she wants from me.

“No, I want you to get your reward.” She smirks and twirls her fingers at me.

I wipe my face on the back of my arm and shrug off my button-down shirt. I’m still wearing my shorts and a crop top, with my nipples pebbling through.

“Take everything off,” she commands, and I jump up.

In record time, everything is off and on the floor.

I climb back into the bed as Bells removes her bodysuit.

She’s completely naked, and I’m in absolute awe.

How the hell can anyone look at her and not be?

She has all these gorgeous curves and rolls that add to her breasts that I want to lay my head on.

I imagine they could be the best pillows.

“Come here,” she whispers, and I lay next to her.

It starts off slower this time—her kissing me and our bodies colliding.

Everything feels so different with no clothes on.

There’s no fabric between us, and she slips her hand to my pussy.

Her fingers slide inside me, and my head falls back.

If it could, I’m sure it would fall off with how good her fingers feel.

They’re bigger and thicker than mine, so it feels much different than when I usually take care of things.

She curls them inside me, and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“That’s what I want to hear. Don’t hold back for me,” Bells praises. I’m never one to have a praise kink, but God, just seeing how happy my moans make her makes me want to make more.

I whimper in pleasure as she rubs her thumb over my wet clit.

I fall into her this time, her hand somewhere in between us and my body melting into hers.

We’re both starting to sweat; the summer is here, and I didn’t think to turn on the AC when we came in.

Her body is hot, like the temperature could fry an egg.

But she looks blissful as she teases me.

Her fingers are moving achingly slow now that she knows I’m close, and I know what she wants.

She must have a thing for begging, because I’ve never had a woman tease me like this before.

“Please be nice,” I say quietly, looking into her dark eyes.

“I don’t know; it seems like you could live without it.” She shrugs, and I stop her hand from leaving me.

“Keep your hand inside me and fuck me before I get my vibrator and do it myself,” I command.

“Hmm, that sounds nice. Maybe we should do that instead, since I don’t hear any begging?” She smirks, and I know how much she’s enjoying this.

“Bells, I’m begging you. Please don’t stop. Please.”

It clearly works, because as I let go of her hand, she starts to finger-fuck me again. Her thumb rubs circles around my clit, and I can feel my orgasm building. Holy hell, this woman might be the literal death of me.

“Yes! Yes! Right there!” I scream out as the orgasm starts crashing over me like waves. I can’t see or feel anything but pleasure as I fall back into the pillows. Bells doesn’t stop until I’m batting her hand away and she’s licking them clean. I peek open one eye to see that.

“Wow, I can’t believe we just did that,” she mutters so quietly I’m not sure if I’m supposed to say anything.

“Any regrets?” I ask.

“Shit, I didn’t know you heard that.” She blushes. “No regrets. I’m just surprised, is all,” she admits.

“Like you didn’t plan it, wearing that outfit tonight.” I raise an eyebrow at her.

“In my defense, Lina picked it out for me.” She laughs.

“She knows what I like.” I shrug.

“So, I should—” She goes to stand, but I catch her arm.

“Spend the night. If you want,” I add quickly.

“Okay.” She nods with a smile, and I relax a bit.

We’ve gone about this all backward. One-night stands before we even knew the other’s names, but maybe this is the chance to fix things.

We can’t rewrite history, but maybe we can start over?

Bells slips back into the bed beside me, and I extend my arm for her to cuddle into.

She hesitantly lays her head on my chest, and we’re both quiet.

We should probably be talking about whatever the hell this is, but instead she closes her eyes, and I listen to her breathing as she falls asleep.

Somewhere in my overthinking, I end up closing my eyes too.

I feel her body heat, the soft, quiet snores, and the rising of her chest. I don’t remember the last time I fall asleep next to someone who wasn’t Hattie or Lina.

I don’t do sleepovers, especially with one-night stands.

But the longer I lie next to Bells, the easier it feels to fall asleep.

Which only scares the living shit out of me.

If she isn’t a one-night stand anymore, then what is she?

I know I have feelings for her, but I don’t think it will ever be anything.

Considering the way we’ve fought the last few months, having her in my bed like this is the last thing on my mind.

But now I’m not so sure I want to let her go.