Chapter three - Martin
She let out a shaky sigh before taking the final couple steps into my arms and kissing me greedily. I tried to grab her, but she yanked my jacket off and began to work on my tie, tugging it over my head and nearly breaking my nose. I chuckled as she tried to undo the buttons on my shirt. "You are wild. It appeals to me."

"Martin, I never do this," she blushed and smiled broadly up at me. " For me, it's been a very long time. I'm a little excited."
“Yeah? So let me assist you," I said, and my shirt ended up joining the tie and jacket on the floor.
She let out an intense growl from her throat. “Wow. You're stunning," she said as she ran her hands lustfully over my chest and abs. "I wasn't expecting this in that bar filled with old pervs."
"To be fair, I have been salivating over you all evening as well; I just have more self-control."
She shook her head. “No. You considered me like a human, not a piece of classy meat." She ran her hands down my chest again and then gave me a devilish look. "So you get the prize," she said as she finally reached for her side and unzipped the dress, which crumpled to the floor before I could even help her. My jaw hit the floor as she stepped out of it. She looked stunning, curvy, and sensual in her dress. She emerged from it looking like a vixen.
"Excited is good," I said, reaching for her and trying to bend down to kiss the top of her breast over her strapless lace bra. So soft and delicious. More was needed. I snatched her into my arms.
She laughed and yelped. “Martin! I'm too heavy." She clutched my neck, as  if she was afraid I'd drop her. Never.
"Oh no, you never are" I growled. "You're flawless. In my arms, it's perfect. Perfect in my bed," I said as I led her down the hall to my bedroom and flung her onto the bed.
She giggled and tumbled. “Pants. Please remove your pants."
"You have always had the brilliant ideas, Arabella," she said as I stripped down to my undies and decided to climb next to her. "What's the matter?" " I inquired. I didn't liket when she's frowning at me.
"Don't refer to me as that. My name is Bella."
“Bella?
"Indeed. The name seemed appropriate. “Bella. It appeals to me. I'd also like to see you totally naked, so let's get this job done, hmm? ”
She shrugged, her eyes wide and anxious, and lifted her hips, allowing me to slip right her panties down her long, slender legs. I started kissing the inside of her knee, and her fluttering sigh made me rock hard. Everything else about her compelled me to possess her. As I kissed my slowly up her thigh, I didn't let her look away. She nodded to herself before reaching behind her back and started unfastening her bra.
"Oh my god," I exclaimed as she revealed the most beautiful breasts in the world. I ascended above her so that I could taste her pink nipples. I mumbled into her flesh, "Gorgeous, gorgeous.  "Simply gorgeous," she started moaning and threw back her head, no longer able to sustain eye contact, and I wanted to make her let go of the last of her control. I would want to melt her into me. When my fingers touched her wet heat, she arched up off the bed. I wanted to hear more of her panting and gasping.
As I tried to draw her higher with my fingers, I nuzzled her cheek, jaw, and neck. "Kiss me," I requested. She cocked her head, her mouth searching for mine, her hands trying to grasp at me, clawing into my muscles. “Bella…”
I sucked up her ecstasy, her scream filling me as her orgasm ripped through her, lifting her to her tip and then spiraling down, until she recalled herself in my arms, against my lips. “Wow. That was nice," she said quietly. "I believe I saw firework displays."
"Fireworks, you say?"  I was convinced. She had been igniting something like that in me all evening. I'd never felt this way before. I grinned, wanted more from her. "I'm not finished yet," I said as I caressed her side, hip to waist to belly, her curves and soft, inviting skin enticing me.
"Oh, good," she said as she tangled her fingers in my hair and drew me on top of her, her divine legs wrapping around my hips. "Fuck me," she muttered as she reached down our bodies for my cock. "I can't keep waiting any longer."
I took her hand in mine. "We have the entire night, Bella.  We're not rushing." This is much more valuable than a fast and easy fuck. She certainly was. I was going to be giving her everything I had. I kissed her on the cheek.
"But I can't wait," she panted, reaching for me once more.
I kissed her with a soft roar in my chest. Her kisses were irresistible. "You don't have to wait," I said that as I slid into her, and she whimpered once more. I took a deep breath to get it through the rush of desire and longing.
I don't ever wanted it to end. "But you're not doing this very often," I kissed her, pulling back while she tried to deepen the kiss, "so we're going to take it real slow, and I'm going to make love to you until you can't even know where my body ends and yours begin."
She froze, the warm golden-brown of her eyes dark as buckwheat honey, her full pink lips open, she almost looked terrified for an instant, then the emotion melted into something much more secret, a valuable thing that she actually opened inside of herself and decided to offer to me. Her breathing became more slow and deep. When she reached for me this time, all of her rough edges had vanished. She pleaded, "Yes, please."
I smiled at her, kissed her, and began to move within her. This was only the start of it.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was a sense of satisfaction. Something had shifted within me. I'd discovered what I was looking for.
I knew exactly who I was looking for.
Bella.
I did turn to her in bed without opening my eyes, attempting to hold on to that sense of completeness, warmth, and...was it love?
My scouting hands came into contact with cool, smooth sheets. Empty.
I blinked my eyes open. Bella was not present.
"Shit," I spoke as I sat up, the sheets falling to my waist. “Bella? " I called, hoping against hope that she'd gotten up to make coffee or some such. There was no aroma of fresh brewed coffee. My heart skipped a beat. The happiness faded. Instead, I was filled with dread. I started throwing my legs over the edge of the bed and landed on the floor in my boxers. I called again as I drew them on. “Bella? " Oh, no. There was no response. I took a look at her bedside table. There was nothing there. There is no note. There was no trace of her presence. I went to the restroom. No way, Bella.
The morning light streamed in through the living room's large windows. She was not present. There was no puddle of classy white gown where she'd thrown it. There is no purse. There is no note. There is no phone number.
Bella had vanished. And what’s even worse? I didn't even know what her surname was.