I stood there in the dark, heart hammering way too loud in my ears. Bella lifted both arms toward me like she wanted a hug. Sweat was rolling down my back—I swear my whole body was screaming *panic* for a second.
She didn't look angry or anything, though. Just… open. Waiting.
I hesitated maybe two heartbeats, then leaned in and let her pull me close.
The second her arms locked around me it felt like a hydraulic press.
She hugged like she was trying to merge our ribcages. Air whooshed out of my lungs.
Bones creaked. But at the same time—fuck—her breasts flattened huge and soft against my chest.
Thin nightgown. Nothing else between us. Every inch of that warm pressure registered in my dick like someone flipped a switch.
I managed to rasp against her ear, "How about… we sleep together? In the bed?"
She didn't even think. "Of course," she said, voice quiet but certain. Then she was already climbing onto the mattress, scooting over, leaving space and at the same time kind of presenting herself. Invitation without words.
I followed. We lay side by side at first. Long stretch of silence. Just breathing. Her warmth bleeding into my side.
Then her foot nudged my calf. "Hey… you awake?"
I didn't answer with words. Just slid my arm around her waist and tugged her back against me until my cock—already half-hard—nestled right into the cleft of her ass through our clothes.
"Yeah," I muttered. "Can't sleep."
She went still. Shy, I could tell. Not moving away, but not bold either.
So I moved for both of us.
My hand drifted down, slipped under the waistband of her little sleeping shorts… and met bare skin. No panties. Nothing. Just smooth, warm flesh and then—Jesus—slick heat already waiting.
That was the green light I needed.
I pushed two fingers inside her. Hot. Wet. Tight even around my fingers. I curled them, found her clit with my thumb, and started slow circles.
Bella sucked in a sharp breath, then let it out in a long, shaky moan that vibrated against my chest.
I kept going until her hips jerked and her thighs clamped on my hand. She came hard, whole body shuddering, little whimpers spilling out.
The second she started coming down I shoved my shorts down, gripped myself, and lined up from behind.
One slow push.
Her pussy opened around the head, then swallowed more, then more—tight ring gripping every inch like it was trying to keep me. Warm, slick velvet squeezing. I bottomed out and just… stayed there a second, breathing hard against her neck.
"Fuck," I groaned. "You feel unreal."
She was so tight it almost hurt—in the best way. Soft walls pulsing, fluttering on their own like they were trying to milk me without either of us moving.
I wrapped my arm tighter around her waist, pulled her even closer, then rolled us so she was on her back and I was over her in missionary.
Her legs hooked around me right away. Arms around my neck. We were chest to chest again.
I started moving—slow at first. Long, full strokes. Every time I sank in deep she made this tiny surprised gasp like she still couldn't believe how full she felt.
"This is heaven," I muttered without thinking.
She was already sensitive. Didn't take much before she was trembling again, inner muscles fluttering hard. Then she squirted—sudden hot rush around my cock. Her nails dug into my shoulders.
"Ah… don't—be gentle…" she panted.
I wasn't feeling gentle.
I kept going. Deeper now. Her cervix kissed the tip on every thrust. She winced a little but then moaned louder, hips lifting to meet me.
"Too big…" she whispered, but her legs tightened like she didn't want me to stop.
"Your pussy's getting used to it," I told her, voice rough. "Look how well you're taking me."
A few more steady thrusts and she relaxed around me—softened, opened more. That was when I really let go. Hard. Deep. Skin slapping skin.
"Ah—Ragnar—" Her voice cracked. "I love you—"
Hearing that hit something primal. I smacked her ass—hard. It jiggled, the sound loud in the quiet room.
She moaned louder.
I gripped her waist, fucked her steady and strong, watching her face twist with pleasure-pain. Her whole body went limp and soft under me, like all the tension finally melted away.
After a while I pulled out—slow—then tapped her hip.
"Turn around. On your knees."
She hesitated maybe half a second, cheeks flaming, but then she did it. Ass up, back arched, face turned to the side on the pillow.
Perfect view.
I slapped each cheek once—sharp, satisfying sound. Then I spread her with my thumbs and pushed back in.
One hard stroke and I was buried again.
She jolted forward with a whine. "Ahn—ah—"
I could feel every ridge inside her dragging on me. She was dripping now—slick running down her thighs. I started thrusting fast. Wet clapping sounds filled the room—her ass smacking back against my hips.
Her moans turned desperate. "Ah… ah… it's getting—weird—hurry—ah—"
She came again. Hard. Arms gave out. She collapsed forward onto her chest, ass still up, trembling all over.
I pulled out with a wet *pop*. Clear fluid gushed out, ran down her legs, soaked the sheet.
I lay on my back, cock standing straight up, glistening.
I patted my thighs. "Come here."
Moonlight caught her—sweaty, flushed, hair messy. She looked wrecked and beautiful.
She crawled over, gave this cute little hop-hop motion with her hands near her head like a rabbit, then straddled me.
She lined me up, sank down in one smooth drop—took every inch. Tight heat swallowed me again.
Then she started riding. Hips rolling, ass bouncing. Long ears swaying with each hop. Breasts jumping.
"hop~ hop~ this bunny likes this carrot," she panted, half-laughing, half-moaning.
She clenched hard on the downstroke, ground her clit against me on every upstroke. Looked down at me with glassy, obsessed eyes.
"The night is still young, dear."