Page 19 of Break Me: Smith and Belle

There was no mistaking the invitation behind her words. We were halfway to Thornham with few other properties nearby. The road showed no signs of other cars in the freshly fallen snow. It seemed we were among the few who had bothered to leave the comforts of their home for the holiday. We were alone, and it had been a long time since I’d had Belle entirely to myself. Turning the wheel, I pulled the car off the road near a small grove of trees. “Let’s not go home, then.”

I left the lights on and the engine running to ensure the cabin stayed warm and we could enjoy the winter scene outside. My wife bit her crimson-stained lip, her eyes fluttering as though a dozen wicked thoughts had just flown through her head. I reached down and put my seat back before crossing my arms behind my head to relax. It wasn’t an invitation or an order. I’d seen exactly what she wanted in her eyes, and I was more than happy to give it to her. Belle unfastened her safety belt and gathered her skirt so she could kneel in her seat. Her expert fingers had my trousers undone and my zipper down in seconds. She pulled my cock out, wrapping her soft fingers around it, and pumped the shaft as she lowered her lips to its crest. My eyes closed, savoring the pop of her lips over its tip and the velvet heat of her mouth wrapping around me. She took her time, stroking my shaft as she licked and sucked. I felt my balls tighten, but this time I was prepared.

I lifted her head away to find her lipstick smeared under her lower lip and her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Part of me wants to finish the job,” I told her in a low voice. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that perfect face of yours covered in me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Tell me how much you want to feel it on your skin, dripping down your neck.”

“Please, sir,” she whispered, her words panting from her.

“Not yet,” I said and her face fell. “I want to fuck you first.”

Her eyelids shuddered at the promise of my words, then she started to push up on the console. I placed my index finger on her lips. “No. Sit in your seat and be patient.”

Belle returned to the leather seat and I opened my car door, not bothering to stuff my cock pack in my pants. Shrugging off my jacket, I left it in the driver’s seat, knowing I wouldn’t want it restricting my movement. Snowflakes hit my rock hard dick, melting on contact with the hot skin as I circled to her side of the SUV. Opening the door, I offered her my hand. She stepped carefully out, her heels sinking into the snow before I lifted her off her feet and slammed her into the side of the Range Rover. Our mouths met in a tangled collision as my hand searched for the car handle behind her. I found it and spun her carefully, so I could open it wide enough to deposit her on the backseat.

She’d lost her shoes in the snow, but she didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she lifted her hips to allow me to hike the hem of her dress to her hips. I groaned when I saw the delicate lace garter holding up her sheer black stockings. It criss-crossed under her navel, forming an arrow that pointed to her bare pussy below.

“Has this been naked all night?” I asked, stroking a finger down her wet seam.

“Yes,” she purred. I wasn’t entirely sure if she was answering my question or if she was about to explode. I stepped between her open thighs, unable to wait any longer, sinking inside her with one deliberate thrust. Belle cried out, arching in the seat, as her legs circled my waist. Her hands reached to grab hold of my vest and she clawed up my front, bringing her lips to mine, as I drove into her. She hooked an arm around my neck so that her lips brushed lazily against mine and our eyes locked. Belle’s hips circled around my cock as I rocked in and out of her, bringing us both to the edge.

Snow had managed to blow through the open door, but she showed no signs of being cold. The flakes caught in her hair and lingered for a moment before melting to glistening drops. There was no sound in the silent night except our frantic breathing and the slap of skin against skin as I fucked her under the moonlight. Belle gasped in shallow bursts and I felt her clamping over my cock, inviting me to join her. She cried out as I spilled inside her, her fingers gripping me for strength as we left the past behind us and moved forward together.

When she collapsed against me, I smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Happy New Year, beautiful.” I slanted my face over hers and kissed her lips. “Any resolutions?”

“Do that more,” she said in an exhausted, but content whisper.

“I think I can help with that.”

I rearranged her skirt before lifting her back into the passenger’s seat. Then I bent to retrieve her heels from the snow, brushing them off and tucking them near the SUV’s floorboard heater.

“Thank you.” She gave me a swift kiss. I closed her door, brushing wet droplets from my hair as I returned to the driver’s side.

“Are you cold?” I stole a glance at my wife. Despite the weather, her cheeks were flushed from our lovemaking. A grin carved across my face when I realized I’d managed to keep her warm, even in the snow.

“Don’t look so smug,” she said, smacking my hand lightly.

“A man should always take pride when a wife is lit up like a full moon after he’s fucked her.”

“Is that right?” She leaned over the console to kiss me. Settling back into her seat, she pulled down the rearview mirror and gasped when she saw her makeup. “Lit up like the moon,” she repeated. “Bollocks. I look like I was left out in the rain too long.”

“Don’t.” I said when she went to fix the lipstick that had smeared from her lower lip. “If I promise to get you inside without anyone seeing you, will you keep it like that?”

She paused, turning from the mirror with a curious look. “Why?”

“Because it reminds me of how good you look with my cock in your mouth,” I growled. I reached over and brushed my thumb across her lower lip, smearing it more. “It makes me think of all the filthy things you can do with that mouth of yours.”

“Like talk back?” she teased, but her breath caught as I pushed my thumb past her lips and dragged it over her lower teeth.

“Oh, it’s a smart, pretty, little mouth,” I told her. “I love everything that comes out of it—almost as much as I love putting things in it.”

Belle practically vibrated as I plunged my thumb deeper inside. Her red lips closed over it, sucking it lightly.

Fuck, she was perfect. “Can’t wait to have me back in your mouth can you?”

She shook her head, her eyes round saucers that shone with captured moonlight. A hand crept over the console to my lap, but I slapped it away.

“You’ve already had that tonight,” I reminded her. “Maybe I want something in my mouth.”

She whimpered, squirming in her seat. I loved seeing her like this. Loved knowing how much she still wanted it. I had so much more to give her. Tonight and every night after.