Amnesia - The Matlock Pack: Book One

Sunday 20 December

~*Nat’s POV*~

I could feel the sunlight streaming through the window, catching my closed eyes.

Groaning softly, I squinted and turned my head away from the brightness, hoping that I could go back to sleep. It still felt too early to get up, especially after helping Cody last night.

The now-all-too-familiar pulsing sensation slowly spread across my forearm. I sighed happily, a smile spreading across my face. I opened my eyes to find Bells watching me with his own beaming smile.

“Morning beautiful.”

“Mm… Morning.” I stretched my arms out and turned on my side, away from the window. Once again, I’d slept through the night without waking from the nightmares. “Have you been awake long?”

“Not long.” He continued to softly caress my arm in random patterns, the pulsing sensation following his fingers. “I’m guessing I fell asleep when you were still with Cody. You seemed to take a while. Is she okay?” His eyes were full of concern.

“Yeah, she’s fine. Well, she was when I left her. Nothing a bit of sleep and an aspirin won’t fix.” I wasn’t going to tell him about the scratches. He didn’t need to know.

“You should have come and got me. I could have helped.”

“Nah, it’s all good.” I reached out and let my fingers wander over his bare torso. “What did you want to do today?” I leaned forward to kiss him softly. “Did you have to be anywhere?”

Bells returned my kiss harder. “I don’t have any plans for today.” He floated the hand that was trailing odd shapes around my arm up to my cheek to hold it as our kiss deepened. “At least nothing that doesn’t include you.”

I caressed his chest, my fingertips softly tracing the defined musculature of his torso. Once again, Bells’ hand was on the move, sliding down my side. Finding the edge of my t-shirt that had ridden up to my waist during the night, he drifted his hand under and up the thin material, until he met the side of my breast, caressing it lightly with his thumb.

I moaned into our kiss, only to feel him shiver with desire. He rolled me over onto my back, pressing me down into the mattress, holding himself above me with his forearms on either side of my body. I worked one of my hands around his torso and rested it on his back, letting the other one caress his cheek.

“Is this okay?” He gazed at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes, not willing to move any further until I gave the go-ahead.

“Mm… This is more than okay.” I sighed in pleasure, moving my hand from his cheek to the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to meet mine. I shifted underneath him to allow him to lie in between my legs.

Once he had settled, he thrust gently into my core. I moaned with desire as I felt his stiff cock brush against me. It suddenly dawned on me that all I had on was a thin pair of underpants and my oversized t-shirt. All Bells had on was his pants. There really wasn’t much separating us at all.

He pulled away from me again, looking me directly in the eye. “If you want me to stop, just say the word.”

“Oh, will you shut up and kiss me?”

Laughing softly, he returned his lips to mine, then moved them to my cheek before progressing to my earlobe where he nibbled. I felt his nose skim over my ear, moving down to the line of my chin, laying soft kisses as he went. “You smell so good…”

I groaned at the huskiness of his voice, pawing at his back to get him closer. His gentle thrusting continued, and I could feel a flood of warmth spread from my stomach to my core, my panties now feeling damp.

Bells sucked at the tender spot at the base of my throat. My back arched in tune with each pull.

I felt him moving further down my chest before he paused. He kept his eyes on mine as he slowly lifted my t-shirt up my body. I made absolutely no move to stop him, letting his fingers drift slowly, first up one side of my body, then the other. I raised my upper body to allow him to remove my t-shirt and as he did so, he let out a gasp of desire.

“So beautiful…” he murmured.

He brought his lips back to mine, then worked his way to where he had paused only moments earlier. He laid kisses down my sternum before detouring to my right nipple. As he sucked, his hand softly moved to cover my left breast before gently squeezing my nipple.

“Oh, my God, that feels amazing…” I gently gripped the back of Bells’ head to keep him exactly where he was, my body arching to push my breast further into his mouth. I could feel him smile against my heated skin, before he shifted his head to my other nipple, taking over from his hand, circling the nub with his tongue, then sucking.

I moaned again in pleasure, tugging at his hair. How could this possibly feel so good?

Bells moved further down my body, trailing soft kisses along my stomach, heading ever closer to the top of my panties, now completely soaked. I could feel myself tremble under his onslaught.

I felt him pause once more. I looked down my body at him, only to see him looking up at me with a question in his eyes.

I groaned. “I swear to God, Bells, if you stop what you’re doing now, I’ll never talk to you again.”

He grinned at me and returned his focus further south. He moved one hand to knead my right breast and the other down my left leg with a feather-light touch, shifting my leg further out to the left, granting him more space between my legs.

Staying where he was, Bells glanced up at me quickly to check that I was still okay. Once he was satisfied, he laid his forehead against the top of my panties. I could feel his hot breath through the thin material, heating my core even further.

His right hand drifted back up my inner thigh, his thumb leading the way. Once he reached the apex of where my thigh met my sex, he stopped. Ever so carefully, he rubbed his thumb over the material still covering me. I felt him shudder when he realised how soaked it was.

Not being able to help myself, I bucked. My right hand moved on its own to cover his hand at my breast, encouraging him to massage it further. My left drifted down to find his thumb, then guided it underneath the material separating him from my body. I rubbed his thumb softly over my slick core.

Bells groaned, a low, deep rumble that went on and on, turning into a growl. I could feel him lift his head again, once more silently checking that this was what I wanted. I could only lick my lips in response as my panting grew heavier.

He moved both palms to my stomach, his thumbs pressing slightly at my belly button, before drifting them to either side of my waist to the top of my panties. He hitched his thumbs underneath the elastic, pausing to check on me once more.

I answered the only way I knew how: I lifted my hips away from the bed to allow the material to move. He closed his eyes briefly, before opening them again to hold my gaze as he shuffled my panties down my legs, never shifting his eyes from mine.

Only once my legs were clear did he turn his attention to my lower body. I heard a sharp intake of breath, then felt one of his hands cupping my sex. His thumb made slow circular strokes on my clit, his fingers resting softly against my sex.

Moaning, I tilted my head back. My eyes closed from the onslaught of the sensations I was feeling, and I felt my jaw drop, taking in quick gasps of air. I felt his hand meeting my breast again, gliding under one of mine that was already there. He kneaded it before softly pinching my nipple. My other hand stretched out to the side of me and clutched at the sheet, clenching it in a death grip.

I heard Bells take a deep breath in, then groan in desire. His thumb that was carefully caressing my clitoris moved to the side before I felt a wetness that wasn’t my own. My eyes opened wide and when I looked down my body, I could see that what I was feeling was his tongue, flicking where his thumb had been. His fingers continued massaging my soft folds, getting ever slicker with the juices my body was producing.

I closed my eyes at the exquisite feelings he was bringing out of me, then jumped as I felt one of his fingers slide into me, massaging me from the inside. The pulsing sensations I always felt from him were suddenly inside of me, making me feel things I somehow knew I’d never felt before. I could feel him gently curl his finger towards himself, hitting a spot that intensified the feelings tenfold. He continued to lap and suck at my clit with an urgent hunger, like he was in a desert, and he was dying of thirst and the only thing that would quench it was my body.

I moaned, shifting underneath him uncontrollably. “Oh, yes…” My hands rested on his head, my fingers running through his hair. I could feel my body stiffen, but fought it, as I wanted to keep concentrating on what Bells was doing to me.

A different pulsing sensation than what he brought out in me, an extraordinary pressure, was building just below my belly button. It pulsed stronger than anything I had felt before, spreading throughout my entire body. I realised I felt it the most where my muscles had stiffened, so I let go of the fight I had been putting up and let my body do its own thing.

My gasps were coming quicker and quicker, my moans louder and louder, in line with Bells’ sucking and his finger strokes. “Oh, my God…”

Suddenly, the pressure inside of me broke and released, and I could feel myself contract, again and again and again, tightening around his finger that was still inside me, still slowly stroking. I cried out, unable to stop myself articulating how my body was making me feel. How Bells was making me feel.

I felt Bells move, his lips disappearing from my body, before they reappeared at my own, kissing me slowly, reverently. His finger continued its steady stroking, but the movements were getting slower, in line with my contractions. Once my orgasm was spent, he carefully removed himself from my body, pulling his face away from mine so he could suck his finger clean.

He hovered above me and leaned his forehead against mine, watching me carefully. “Are you okay?”

I was still panting heavily, but could respond to his concerned gaze enough to breathe out three words.

“That was incredible…”

Relieved, Bells smiled, before bringing his lips to mine once more for a deep, long kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, forcing his body down to rest upon mine, the weight making me feel protected.

He rolled us both slightly to the side, bringing me in close to him and clutching me as I fully relaxed in his arms. For the first time that I could remember, I was completely at peace. Even my meditation sessions with Kennedy hadn’t achieved this amount of tranquility.

I looked up at Bells to find a very contented smile on his face, his eyes closed, his face entirely calm. He stroked my back, his fingers softly trailing up and down, leaving his typical pulsing in its wake.

“I can’t believe how much trust you just gave me,” he sighed.

I traced his cheeks with my fingertips before drifting them down his torso, heading for his cock.

“No.” He stopped my hand in its tracks. He opened his eyes and gazed at me in wonder. “This morning was all about you.”

“But…” I frowned slightly. “How can you not need a release of your own?”

“I’m good.” He shook his head before leaning across to kiss me. “I can wait. Let’s just go back to sleep, okay?”

I nodded. Sleep sounded mighty appealing right now.