CHAPTER 482: BEDSHEET COVERS

By the time Cassius’s fingers had left her body, all Arabella could do was tremble while her legs twitched from the waves of climax that didn’t quickly leave her body for good. She found herself numb in the head, tears caught in the corner of her eyes but her body felt too much in such a good feeling that she couldn’t help herself from losing her mind in a daze for a couple of second, staring at Cassius who had hovered over her, removing his robe.

His face was still pitch black but there were dots startling to appear, as if slowly diminishing the darkness from within the more her heart grew for him.

Cassius then lifted her hips. He could see that she was still out of it and kissed her forehead first then moved to her wet lashes, licking her tears and then kissing her cheeks and lips again. When he kissed, Arabella had readily opened her mouth. She licked back his tongue, wantonly begging for his mouth when his lips were closed because of his chuckles.

’Do you want to continue?"

Hearing his question, she could tell just how much he cares for her. She could feel his manhood pressed near her inner thigh and how tight it felt. It must feel painful to be denied of pleasure and she could tell that Cassius wasn’t always such a patient man.

Yet the fact that he had willingly allowed himself to hold back for her, even asking such question so tenderly, ready to give up if she said she didn’t want to continue touched her heart.

She had never met someone as gentle and as loving as him.

Was this why they had fallen in love? Why she had chose him?

It was such a shame she couldn’t remember anything. Really. Such a shame.

Holding back to his hand, she shook her head gingerly. Then her hands moved to his manhood that had tightened over his trousers. The size of his member was thicker than her hand could round with her fingers. But when she gently moved her hands upward and stroke downward, she could hear the exhilarating groan that came from his mouth.

His breathless noise clearly sounded that he enjoyed her fingers stroking his member and seeing that she was the one who had rile him up so much to the point that his voice that was always composed would come out as lewd made her feel even more ardent as she moved her hands inside his pants, gently undoing the rope that had tightened his pants and with a gulp came face to face with the shaft which size she didn’t expect to be so much thicker than she had imagined at first.

When her bare fingers held the hot shaft, she felt her skin scalded from how heat up it was. But perhaps the hottest thing wasn’t only the member or her insides that ache upon seeing his member, rather it was his voice that gasp beside her ears as he lowered his face right beside her.

It was a stifled broken yet passionate groan. As if he was hissing from the back of his throat, he seemed to truly enjoy the way she had moved, urging her to do more than just moving up and down into rounding her fingers around his tips where she could feel wetness starting to drool.

Her knees clutched to each other as she moved faster, hearing his voice thinning and between that deep growl, he whispered, "That’s good, Bella. You’re doing great," and when he could feel her moving faster, he chuckled, "That’s right, that feels good, you know my body well don’t you?"

Her cheeks heat up and when she looked up she saw his face leaning to kiss her and so she did. Then her inner thighs shuddered when he parted her legs open, the tip of his hardened member brushing against her wet slits that made her body tremble all over.

It felt good, too good. Her raw nerves rubbed and pinched against his member felt overwhelmingly good and although she thought she couldn’t possibly feel better than she did earlier, oh how wrong she was.

"I don’t think I can," she muttered while biting her lips down. As he tried to enter, she could feel herself getting wetter and slicker for him but she doubted that his member could easily enter her, not at such a size.

But he laughed back at her, biting her skin gently on her neck and whispered, "You would be surprise by how you can stretch."

Her eyes almost rolled when she felt him entering, her body zapping from arousal and climax that made her bite her lips in the process.

It didn’t help that as he entered, Cassius gently whispered and coaxed her ears, licking and saying, "See? You’re opening for me. Good girl, if only you knew how good it feels when you accept me inside of you."

"Stop, ah, stop speaking," she couldn’t handle the tantalizing tone which he used of how his words and the sound of their hot and wet mess echoing and slapping together only made her nerves jumble in enthusiasm.

"But when I praise you, you get tighter. Can’t you feel it?" Cassius smiled, quirking his lips upward. "If only I know that you like my words, I would have spoken a lot more."

"No, I don’t!"

"Really?" He laughed while pressing his hips deep and she could feel him hitting a space that was deep in her stomach, enough for her to twitch and her expression to crumble. She tried not to lose her composure or to look messy in front of him, but when he held her legs and pressed his hips deep, rubbing her insides and pressing it with his entire weight, all she could do was squirm around, clutching to him with her legs squeezed around his back.

"Whenever I press deep like this, you would tighten even more around me," he continued to speak and she could tell he was grinning. "If I press deeper, like this," and he paused while her body quivered all over, her legs shaking and her hips moving away from him slightly as she couldn’t bear how much he had hit that raw spot inside of her that easily came apart with just a few rubs from his member.

"No, that’s not good. Why do you run away from pleasure, hm Bella?" And before his words could reach her head, he pulled her hips, holding it tightly with his finger and thrusting forward in such a speed that made her let out a sharp, uncontrollable cry.

"That’s too much, don’t, no more!"

"And I know that you don’t mean those words. See? When I press deeply your insides hug me so tightly that it refuse to let go. It worries me how much you enjoy this darling," yet despite his words his body moved relentless, plunging in and out in such a force that made her head turn white all over. Her head turned around but was held with his tight grasp around her chin, forcing her to not hide her face, to show him as she broke apart from pleasure.

"Feels good doesn’t it? Having your inside impelled like this?" As he spoke, his movement only became rougher.

She refused to admit it as her climax builds up and when she was about to finish, suddenly he stopped, making her let out a shuddered sigh filled with a sense of frustration.

She eyed him between her tears, confused as to why he had stopped when he had moved so roughly earlier that it felt so mindblowingly good.

"You didn’t answer my question," Cassius sighed. "And if you don’t tell me it’s good, how could I continue thrusting inside of you? You’re tight and wet, can you even tell yourself how hot your insides are?"

"You’re a devil," she muttered, crying as she felt him moving again inside of her but slower this time and that didn’t feel enough for the itch she could feel inside her body, aching and begging for a release.

The edge of pleasure made her want to cry out, to beg. The only person who could help her escape from this pleasure was him, after all and if she wants him to continue his earlier movement, she has to admit the pleasure regardless of her embarrassment.

"I didn’t hear you," Cassius gently pressed inside of her, not moving, just pressing his weight. That made her squirm and her voice crying out in desperate sighs, her breathing against his chest labored.

Of course she wasn’t the only one in need of the climax but he wanted to hear her whispering that it feels good, for her to admit it so she would feel even better.

Sure enough, Arabella was weaker to pleasure than she had thought.

She pursed her lips, tears clinging to her pretty eyes, a sight to behold as her messiness only turned him on even more.

Finally she admitted, "It feels good. It does, alright? Can you move now?"

’If that’s what my lady ask of me."