I stared at Belle's face hovering above mine, her blue hair cascading down around us like a waterfall. She lowered herself slowly onto me, inch by inch, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as she took me in.
"Oh god," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.
The mid-morning sunlight filtered through my bedroom blinds, painting golden stripes across her naked body. She'd insisted we stay in my actual bedroom this time. "The sanctum is amazing," she'd said, "but I want the real you, in the real world."
Squelch
My hands found her hips, guiding her down until I was completely inside her. She felt different today—more deliberate, less frantic. Yesterday had been about the buff, about power. Today felt like something else.
"You feel so good," I murmured, running my hands up her sides to cup her breasts.
Belle leaned down, her face inches from mine. "So do you."
