Byron
I found Bella in the kitchen. She often gravitated there to help Hailey when she had nothing to do in the house. Hailey raved about her skills in the kitchen. “This girl should be a chef,” Hailey said as she peaked in the oven. “She has more recipes memorized in her head than I have in all my cook books.”
The air was heavy and fragrant with exotic spices. “What are we cooking tonight,” I said, snooping around the stove to peak in the pots.
Bella swatted my hand away as I attempted to lift the lid from the large stock pot. “Don’t touch, you’ll ruin the rice,” she scolded. “We’re having East African Pilau, with beef. And Hailey is making apple pies for dessert.”
“Mmmm,” I grabbed her around the waste and pulled her close to me, “You know what they say about cinnamon, don’t you?”
She blinked up at me, so sweet and so innocent. “What about cinnamon?”
I grinned and smoothed her hair back where little pieces had escaped from her pony tail. “They say cinnamon is an aphrodisiac for men.” I pressed against her so she could feel my hardness against her stomach.
Her cheeks flushed prettily. “Well, I hardly think you need any assistance in that department.” She whispered.
Hailey overheard her and cackled happily. “You two lovebirds get out of my kitchen before you burn something, besides the food.” She shook a dishrag at Bella, “Go on dear, I can finish up here.” She winked knowingly, “I think Byron needs an appetizer before dinner.”
I snorted and grabbed Bella’s hand, dragging her out of the kitchen, and back toward the bedrooms. Instead of turning into her room, I brought her into mine. I knew she’d been with Wyatt while I was dealing with a breakdown at the factory. It had been hella distracting trying to discuss parts and repairs while I was feeling the echo of their pleasure in my own body. While I wasn’t exactly jealous, I was eager to have my own “alone time” with my mate. When the three of us were intimate together it was more intense. The sensations we shared between us heightened everyone’s pleasure. But to be alone with her, to share love just between the two of us, to know that I had her full and undivided attention... well that was a different kind of pleasure.
“I missed you, you know.” I said, shutting the door, and turning toward her. “I hate being away from you.”
She smiled sweetly at me, but her eyes were traveling around my room, taking in my random and colorful décor. Her smile widened. “Your room looks like it belongs to a teenager.”
“Hey, you wound me!” I grasped my heart dramatically.
“No, I like it,” she turned around slowly, “It suits you.”
“Are you calling me immature?” I teased.
“No,” her eyes raked over my body, her appreciation completely unveiled. “I’m calling you playful. Free. Relaxed.”
“I’m not feeling relaxed right now, love.” I grabbed her hand again, and moved it over the bulge in my slacks.
“Ohhh,” she pouted, and rubbed at me. “Maybe you need... a massage. So you can relax.”
I growled, and let her pull me toward the bed. She looked at me from under her eye lashes as she started to undress me. I loved the feel of her small hands running over my skin as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it loose from my pants. I pulled the scrunchie out of her hair, and let it fall free, running my fingers through the soft waves. “Bella, you are so beautiful. I think I am the luckiest man in the world.”
She smiled softly and reached for my pants. She peeled them off carefully, and then looked up at me with shy, pleading eyes. “Byron,” she whispered, “Will you show me... how to...” her face flamed red, “Take you in my mouth?”
I choked on my own spit. “Are you serious?” I asked her. She nodded slowly, and wrapped her hands around my shaft. I was fully aware of the gift she was offering me. She trusted me so completely. She was giving me this opportunity... this special first. She lowered her eyes and pressed her soft lips against my tip, nearly sending me out of my skin. She backed up to the edge of the bed and sat down, bringing her head right to the level of my pelvis.
“Is this a thing that women usually enjoy?” she asked, looking at my penis like it was the most fascinating specimen she’d ever seen.
“Uh... I think the pleasure comes from knowing how much pleasure you can give your partner. And from the power you it gives you. “ I closed my eyes and ran my hands through her hair. “For now... just experiment... taste it with your tongue. Wrap your lips around it. Just, uh, be careful with your teeth. No biting – ah!” I gasped as she grasped me firmly and ran her tongue over me as though she were licking an ice cream cone.
It was the sweetest and most delectable torture I had ever experienced, I fought myself, forcing myself to stay still and controlled while she used her mouth to explore my sex. She was timid at first, but she grew steadily bolder and more confident. I saw her smile with satisfaction when she would find something that made me hiss or groan or growl with pleasure. Before long she was sliding her whole mouth over me, sucking lightly, swirling her tongue over the sensitive grove right below my head. “Oh God Bella, I can’t...” I couldn’t maintain control any more. I fisted my hands in her hair and thrust into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue seemed to know intuitively where to lick and stroke. She hummed against me, taking me in further and further with each stroke.
“I’m going to come,” I warned her, and tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let me. Her hands went behind, squeezing my buttocks, holding me in her mouth, sucking at me urgently until I released into her throat.
She swallowed and released me, wiping her the back of her hand over her mouth. She looked at me expectantly. “Was that okay?”
“Oh Jesus, Bella.” I dropped to my knees in front of her and wrapped my arms around her waist, burying my head in her lap. “You have turned my world upside down.”