Chapter 4: Meeting de Masque

His naked form spread out on the white sheets beckoned for her to join him on the silky soft linen. Tanned arms reached out for her, well-defined by long hours of work out, displaying a gentle strength as they tightened around her waist. She felt her cheeks heat under his boyish grin as her fingertips caressed the soft mate of hazel hair on his chest. Muscles moved beneath his golden skin at her every touch; long, seductive lashes fluttered with a sensitivity she found irresistible. He smiled right into her soft brown eyes and it took her breath away. Such a genuine, warm smile dipped in the slightest bit of mischief that was reflected by his sparkling gray eyes.

Resting her palm on his chest she could clearly feel his heartbeat. Every single one. Fast, loud, hopeful and demanding. Just for her.

She hugged him close, feeling his skin slide intimately against her own nude form, the little hairs across his body rubbing delightfully against her hidden ticklish spots. She felt his growing need and arousal against the inside of her right thigh, a hot pole of flesh moistening her creamy skin with his sticky juices.

She took his lips with increasing hunger, clearly remembering the picture of the purplish mushroom-shaped head crowning his thick erection as it jotted out from the middle of his neatly trimmed pubic hair. She didn't mean to stare, but in her shocked state found herself unable to avert her eyes. The images of protruding veins straining against the soft skin of his rosy flesh had burned themselves into her mind, setting her vivid imagination on fire.

What would it be like to touch him there? Feel the heat her friends at college had whispered about radiate from his very core. She dreamed about tightening her fingers around his throbbing flesh, feeling his heartbeat through his increasing arousal, his pulse beating in her palm. Would his sensitive skin feel warm and soft against her cheek, his unique male essence taste pleasant on her tongue?

She stirred in her sleep as the images in her mind became foggy with her growing arousal, grinding her hips and rubbing the tops of her thighs together. Her lush, rosy lips parted in a seductive invitation that made Andrew groan. Propped up on one elbow he had been watching her all the while squirming on the bed and getting even more tangled in the sheets if that was possible at all.

The events that had lead to them sharing his bed were mostly a blur in his memory. He could recall anger and the feeling of loss and loneliness overwhelming him with desperation, breaking down and his heart crying out for comforting. He remembered her soft plump arms drawing him close, her soothing words and the gentle rocking that finally put his mind and body at ease.

The idea of having drifted off to sleep didn't seem all that far fetched. Since he had been left on his own he showed a growing tendency for getting moody and depressive, sleeping insane hours some days, while suffering through sleepless nights on others. But that still didn't explain how Bella had ended up wearing a pale blue top with spagetti straps with matching square-patterned long pyjama pants and waking him with enchanting little whimpers and soft needy moans from his sleep.

For the first time in months he woke with a smile on his lips. The soft, warm body in his arms felt simply wonderful. A few strands of her auburn hair were tickling his neck. Those sweet noises of delight penetrated his mind slowly, making him aware of the actual situation.

Watching her drift on the thin line that separated the land of dreams from reality, he couldn't help but notice the generous swell of her clothes clad breasts slightly rising and falling with every breath she took. Despite the fact that her top offered barely the creamy top of her cleavage to his hungry gaze, he could still see the little buds forming underneath the soft cotton fabric and blossoming into two protruding evidences of her imprudent dreams. He watched her lips part and move, pearl white teeth claiming her bottom lip more and more often once her hips had started to rock ever so lightly against the sheets.

Feeling his erection pressing desperately against the confines of his pants he realized with agony that he was still wearing his clothes from the morning.

Her soft whimpers grew louder, more needy and urgent, filling the air with erotic tension. By the time realization hit him her mounting arousal was clearly evident on her face. And right there, in front of his very eyes, though halfway hidden under the sheets, he finally saw her hand. Delicately soft and small, yet fiercely rubbing the material of her pj bottoms between her legs.

Andrew felt his mouth gone dry and his breath catch in his throat. The image of a lovely young woman in his bed made him smile, stirring naughty images in his mind and drawing his nether region to attention. But the reality of the same prudish young woman who had accused him of selling his body for sex, touching herself to some lascivious fantasy he might have been easily a part of, well, that was beyond hot.

The thought to wake her and enjoy her embarrassment had occurred to him briefly, but he soon discarded the idea. She had been though on him earlier, but also surprised him by showing remarkable compassion, not to mention that their already rocky start would hardly benefit from her shame. "Perhaps knowing about this little secret of hers might yet come handy one day," he reasoned. So instead he settled for gratifying his appetite for voyeurism and shifted a little to get a better look at the action under the sheets.

A fortunate angle provided him with a view that made him lick his lips. Bella's right hand was nestled between the tops of her thighs, three fingers rubbing along the material that covered her needy pussy. Dark curly shades held the promise of a full bush underneath the soft cotton, the slightly darkened wet covering outlining lush, puffy lips.

By the time she started to lift her hips just a little he was positively salivating. It took a considerable amount of self discipline not to touch her or make at least an attempt to taste that lucky piece of cotton that was getting soaked with her nectar. Moaning and trashing she fought for her release, getting closer and closer with every laboured breath she took. A sight of beauty and pure feminine passion. He starred fascinated and mesmerized, and for the first time the thought occurred to him that Catherine might have not been completely insane when she made up her plan for them, after all.

Bella woke with a content smile on her flushed face, her fingertips still stroking the center of her heat through the wet cotton. She stretched with the pleasant laziness of a gratified woman, the steamy images of the things she imagined to have done to a certain mushroom shaped part of the gigolo's anatomy making her pussy throb with post orgasmic delight.

Blinking the last traces of sleep from her eyes, she sat up to find the room deserted and bathed in the soft orange glow of the setting sun.

She dropped her head back onto the pillow with relief. She knew she shouldn't have stayed with him, but there was something so genuinely vulnerable about the way he clung to her earlier that made her simply refuse to let go just yet.

After Andrew had finally drifted off to sleep she gently managed to disengage herself from his iron-grip. She had quietly walked downstairs to retrive her suitcase and took a quick shower in the bathroom down the hall. Feeling tired and worn out she got dressed for bed and headed to find herself an empty bedroom. Still, as she passed the door of her old room, she couldn't help but peak in.

"Just to make sure that he was still tucked in, " she told herself, while tiptoeing into the room to check on Andrew who had been sound asleep.

He had looked so peaceful, free from every worry and concern. Bella only meant to adjust the bed cover draped over his shoulders when he stirred and turned, grabbing hold of her waist with and arm and drawing her close. Undisturbed by her shriek of protest he just tugged on her with a frown until her body lay alongside his and he comfortably settled behind her in a spoon-like fashion.

She turned her head and eyed him suspiciously for long minutes before she had to relent. His even breathing and slow pulse confirmed that he was still asleep. With a sigh of defeat she settled down, closing her eyes and letting herself enjoy the warmth his embrace provided. It was a ridiculously surreal situation, falling asleep in the arms of her aunt's lover, but she had to admit that it felt nice to be held like that. As if she actually mattered, as if he actually cared.

"A bit more of pretending can't hurt," she murmured sleepily just before allowing her fantasy free reign of her mind and retiring to the blissfully happy world of her dreams, a place of safety and love with no barriers or limits to her wishes.

But now her tummy started to rumble in protest. It was a loud and heart felt reminder of the neglect it had been through the whole day, causing Bella soon to tie her hair in a ponytail an venture downstairs to satisfy her growing hunger.

While the thick plushy carpet had only tickled her bare feet a little, the wooden stairs and especially the cold marble of the floor made her hiss and hurry. She wouldn't get around unpacking her suitcase after all, she realized frowning and regretting not having dived in deeper to get her slippers.