Strings of Fate

Strings of Fate

152–Touch and Taste

Bellamy’s response is to grin while holding eye contact, he pulls his shirt off over his head in one smooth motion. I can’t help the squeak that escapes me as my eyes drop to his chest and abs, then back up again to his face. Why is my automatic reaction to think I need to close my eyes? I’m fairly sure that me looking away was not his goal when he removed his shirt.

“Uhm…” I stare. Okay, is this better or worse than looking away? Bellamy reached out to take my hands in his.

“Just relax. Don’t worry so much.” He says gently, lifting my hands and placing them on his chest. He reached around me and pulls me back up to straddle his lap again. I’m at least thirty percent sure that he chooses to sit this way because it’s easy for me to get away. He’s telling me to relax but I suspect he overthinks things just as much as me. At least he does afterwards. Bellamy leans in to k*ss me again, successfully silencing my thoughts.

I have no idea how long later, I feel Bellamy’s hand on the edge of my top again. He slips his hands underneath and after making sure I am not about to freak out, he begins pushing the edge of my top up. He stops with it just above my waist. I take a deep breath and remind myself that he’s seen me in much less before I pull back a little and remove my top the rest of the way, dropping it on the floor by the bed leaving me in my dark blue bra. It’s plain but I like it because it matches my hair. I can hear Bellamy’s cat–like purr as he slides me backwards off his lap and onto the pillows. Unlike me when he took his shirt off, Bellamy doesn’t look away for even half a second. His eyes are basically glued to me. He groans and gently pushes me back into the pillows, leaning over me to k*ss my throat and collar bone.

“You are so beautiful.” He murmurs against my skin and I shiver again, my hands find their way up into his hair then over the muscles of his back.Bellamy begins to move his attention lower, pressing his lips into my breast above the bra, then down to trail k*sses over my stomach. His hands run up and down my sides, grazing my breasts and, when I don’t object, they lightly touch me over the bra too, dragging a groan from me and triggering more purring sounds from Bellamy. I can feel the roughness of his jeans against my bare legs and I’m fairly sure my skirt has ridden up practically all the way again. I can feel it bunched up beneath me. I’m not the only one who notices. Bellamy runs his hand up my leg, brushes over the side of my underwear and up to my hip, only stopping when the skirt gets in the way. His other hand finds the zipper on the side.

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his voice a little hoarse. I don’t think about it for long, the skirt is annoying and not really hiding anything

pulls at the zipper, pausing to straighten out my skirt a bit because the zipper won’t move past the bunched up fabric. Finally, he manages to pull the last part of the zipper down and slips the skirt from my b*dy. From the way I can feel Bellamy’s muscles tensing above me, you would think he’s the one that is mostly n*ked. We spend several more, very pleasant minutes with Bellamy apparently determined to get to know

up my b*dy, places a light k*ss on my swollen lips and then rolls to the side off of me, ending on his back, his breathing ragged. I work to calm my racing

on me and I shiver under his gaze and nod. He steps into the

then collapse back into bed to wait for

and listen to the sounds of the shower running. So

do in the meantime? Ugh, Bellamy needs to hurry up. He leaves me alone for two minutes and I’m stressing again. He isn’t gone long, but when he comes back to bed he is much calmer. As he pulls me into his side I also notice that he is chilled through. His shower was definitely a cold one. That can’t have been pleasant compared to Bellamy, I’m practically burning up. I’m surprised he isn’t shivering. Seriously, it feels like I’m messing with him somehow. How is he not completely sick of me?

and overwhelming. I’ve barely had time

to ask. He holds me tightly,

some of

can’t be right, I mean I just forced him to endure a likely unpleasant

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think I’m… I don’t know… a tease?” I suggest. Bellamy rolls me carefully by my shoulders so that I’m facing him. His eyebrows are practically up in

would you ask that?” He demands,