“Beautiful Ari,” he said, stroking his strong hands up and down her legs. With each pass, she gasped as he went higher and higher. Moving closer to the needy center of her.
The place between her legs begged to be touched in some way, and when one of his hands reached up to grasp her linen underwear, she lifted her hips easily so he could pull them off. Strangely, she found herself captivated by him. With one arm crossed across her chest in a form of half-modesty, she watched him look at her with growing hunger.
Her sex bared to him, he groaned, a shuttered look crossing his face. His tongue darted to wet his lips and then he leaned down and rubbed his cheek across her thigh, up to her hip. He pressed his lips against the bone there and she whimpered, her legs kicking. He'd caused this fire inside of her and now she needed him to do something about it.
“Please.” It was all she could say. But in that one word she voiced everything she was feeling inside, all the raw erotic energy twirling in her body.
His smooth cheek rubbed against her as he made his way back to the center of her legs. Hard, demanding hands pressed against the inside of her thighs and pushed. She resisted, startled, and clenched her thighs. A more useless effort had never been made. He easily overpowered her and pushed her thighs apart, opening her to him in one powerful move.
A surge of embarrassment came over her. She turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut, hands curling into fists. A stream of cool air came over her heated, wet flesh. She gasped, hips jerked. She wanted to know what it was, what he was doing but couldn't, no, wouldn't, open her eyes to see. Having sex, dare she say, making love, was one thing, but this...this was complete debauchery. Men and women did not do this.
A finger passed over her, starting at the top of her hair then trailing over her wet lips. The touch was so light it could have been a feather he trailed. She knew it wasn't though. It was him and his hands touching her.
“Very, very beautiful, Arianna. I've wondered for years what you looked like, smelled like...tasted like.”
Her stomach muscles clenched hard. Tasted?
Suddenly, something very soft and fluttery passed over her lips in a gentle caress. She wanted to look, wanted to know, but not that badly. Whatever he was doing was wicked and wrong.
Something wet and firm passed over her, twirling around her flesh, sliding between it. A deep, groan reverberated out from his chest and she swore it made her body tremble.
His tongue. She knew it. It flattened, passed up her sex from the needy, empty part of her until a faint tremble began in her stomach, and shook out from to her thighs. His tongue stiffened, then thrust between her folds and found the magical spot she'd played with many times before.
Her gargled cry echoed in the massive room around them. The cries wouldn't stop because he didn't. Twirling, circular sensations stirred at the touch of his tongue against her spot, teasing and teasing. In a rush, her breasts pulled tight, nipples puckering, and her entire body trembled on the verge of something she desperately wanted to feel. A burning fire smoldered inside her, making her lungs burn with each panting breath. Her head swished side to side, her face drawing tight as he brought her closer and closer.
She finally reached the precipice, trembling on the edge of a crumbling cliff when he pulled away. Staggered, shocked and shaking, she looked up at him panting. He had a pained look in his eyes, and for some reason it turned her on even more.
“Why?” she panted. “Why did you stop?”
His hands reached for his pants and started to untie the laces. Her gut clenched. “Because we're going out together, Ari. The first time together.”
Her heart fluttered with panic...and excitement. He was going to take her? Here and now? Yes! She wanted it, she actually, really, desperately, wanted it. The ache inside her actually hurt since he left her hanging. The building surge she'd reached didn't fade but fell back into the background as she watched him. His pants dropped in a whoosh of fabric. She glanced between his legs then quickly turned her head to the side as a fiery burned blazed up her cheeks and nose. Improper, this was beyond improper!
From the corner of her eye, she watched him grip the stiff dark cock between in his legs. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked it up and down.
“Look at me,” he said. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “I said look at me, Arianna.”
She hesitantly obeyed the order, peeling first one eye open then the other. He leaned forward, resting his arm next to her hip as his wicked hand moved up and down that dark shaft.
“Do you want my cock inside of you, Ari?”
A hard pang throbbed inside her at his question, but she shook her head. He chuckled, the sound deep and husky.
“Don't lie to me. You're so wet you're practically dripping.”
Another blush blew over her, flaming her face, but she didn't look away. Instead she pursed her lips and glared at him until she saw the laughter floating in his gaze.
“Sit up, Ari.” She did. If it meant reaching that incredible precipice with him again, she'd do anything. “Now touch me.”
She froze, her fingers twitching, palms itching. She knew exactly what he meant, and she did want to do it. She wanted to know what he felt like in her hand, but she had no clue how. It didn't matter though because he took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
Some internal, feminine response inside her made her moan at the feel of him. He was hard, thick, and long but soft as velvet. His breathing stuttered as she trailed her hand up and down him feeling the soft skin glide along her palm.
He growled then wrapped his hand around her neck and brought her in for a kiss. He kissed like a man out of control. Her reckless spirit jumped up and down that she’d made him feel so. That she’d done this to him. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she moaned as more wetness spilled between her legs. Touching his shaft and feeling his thick tongue thrusting inside her mouth created a heady sensation. Made her think wild thoughts about what it would be like to have that shaft between her lips.
He tore his mouth away and buried his face in her neck. The touch came, surprising, but sure.
A hot palm cupped her between her legs, fingers sliding, gliding across her wet flesh in stroking moves. He sucked at her neck, pulling her skin between his teeth until she shivered beneath him.
“Keep stroking me,” he growled, his words so low she barely heard him.
She followed his order and forced her hand to move up and down like she'd seen him do. But it wasn't enough and she needed to be closer to him, so she wrapped her free hand around his neck and held him close. He must have liked it because he groaned and bit her earlobe.
The hand between her legs parted her folds then circled her needy bud again and again, the touch light and gentle. It didn't matter; she quivered like a freezing woman. But she felt anything but cold, far from it. She burned inside, perspiration coated her skin from the heat of it. He slid his fingers along her, so easily from her wetness. Yet he wasn't embarrassed about it, in fact, he seemed to like it.
“Sweet, sweet woman.”
When his fingers trailed around her entrance, the place where no man had ever taken her, she tensed, her fist clasping him tightly. Another deep soul-shaking groan left him as he slowly, carefully, eased a finger inside of her.
She cried out, little moans coming again and again as she took in the sensations. It felt good, amazing, her flesh enclosed around him as he slid his finger out and back in again in a rocking motion. Her whole body loved it, wanted more of it, because while it brought something powerful out inside her, the empty ache inside her throbbed deeper. In a place where his finger couldn't reach.