Semua Bab Ignite me (A collection of Short Erotica): Bab 81 - Bab 90

~Christopher~I can’t sleep for shit. I just lie here in this stupid king-sized bed, sheets twisted around my legs like they’re trying to strangle me. The pillow is too hot, the room too quiet, and every time I close my eyes, I see Belle. Not the kid from years ago. The woman. I can't stop thinking about how her soft lips against mine on the stairs earlier, the little sound she made when my tongue touched hers. Then at dinner, the way she bit her lip across the table, making me spill my drink in the wine glass. Jane had laughed so hard, thinking I had a tough day at the office. But I know exactly why my hand shook. Belle had looked right at me, biting her lip, her cheeks pink, eyes saying things she can’t say out loud. My brain short circuits right there in front of my daughter. It scared me, how she made me lose focus with just a lip bite. She’s only been here for four days, but the house already feels too small. Like the walls are closing in every time she walks into a room. She is

~Belle~I’m lying here on on the floor in the cellar, legs all twisted up with Christopher’s, my body still buzzing like I got hit by a low-grade electric fence. Sweat’s cooling on my skin and the draft from under the door is making me shiver every few seconds. Our clothes are thrown everywhere—my night wear is by the wine rack, his shirt half-draped over a barrel. Every breath I take, I smell the mess we made, that straight up sex smell, salty and raw and so fucking intimate it makes my face hot just thinking about it. My thighs are aching, deep and sore in that way that reminds me exactly how he felt pushing inside me, stretching me, making me come twice like my body wasn’t even mine anymore. Jesus Christ, it was a lot.I don’t get up. I just stay pressed against his chest, head on his shoulder, listening to his heart finally slow down from that crazy hammering to something almost normal. My own pulse is still loud in my ears, like it’s yelling ‘this is real, this actually happened

~Belle~A day ago, I had the best night of my life with Christopher. Today, we're both pretending like nothing happened between us because of Jane's constant presence around me. "Okay, so beach trip prep time!” Jane says excitedly as soon as we're both done with washing the dishes that were used for breakfast.“Yayyyy” I'm excited about it too. But mostly because Christopher agreed to come with us yesterday after Jane begged him, saying he needed time away from work. He's now sitting on a couch in the big living room, busy on his laptop.“We gotta grab swimsuits, sunscreen, maybe some cute hats or whatever.” she says as we approach Christopher “Dad's footing the bill, right?" She shoots this wink at Christopher, and I catch his eyes flicking over to me very quickly, like he's tracing the line of my neck or something.He nods, all casual like. "Yeah, just charge it to the card." His eyes hit me again, sharper this time, before looking back to his laptop. It makes my thighs clench invo

~Belle~The highway just keeps going and going, like it’s never gonna end. Palm trees whipping by in this hazy green blur, billboards flashing past so fast they all smear together. Jane’s up front, hair flying everywhere out the open window, screaming along to her playlist like she’s the star of some music video. She’s off-key as hell on the chorus but she doesn’t give a damn. She just laughs and turns it louder. Christopher’s driving with that easy one hand on the wheel thing, the other tapping the beat on his thigh, calm as ever. Every single time his eyes flick up to the rearview and catch mine, my stomach does this stupid little flip, and my breath hitches.I’m already soaked, thighs squeezed tight together in the back seat, wondering how the fuck I’m gonna make it through this whole drive plus a week at the beach without completely losing it. The AC is blowing right across my legs and it’s not helping at all. My yellow sundress keeps riding up no matter how many times I tug it do

~Belle~The next morning, I wake up slowly, my body deliciously sore from last night, the faint ache between my legs reminding me of Christopher being inside me. Jane is still dead to the world beside me, one leg kicked out from under the sheet, soft snores puffing against her pillow. I lie there for a long minute, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles, my heart already racing at the thought of him downstairs.I slip out of bed in nothing but an oversized T-shirt that barely skims my thighs and a pair of thin cotton panties I put on after washing my body last night from the sex. Barefoot, I pad down the wooden stairs, each creak making me wince even though the house is quiet except for the distant crash of the ocean waves.Christopher is in the kitchen when I get downstairs, flipping eggs at the stove. When he hears me, he glances over his shoulder. Those dark eyes lock on mine and instantly heat, raking down my body like he can see straight through the thin fabric.He does