into the foyer. “Does it have a lock on the door?”
I let out a small laugh gently closing the front door behind us. “Actually, yes, it does. So, there’s no chance of your sister barging in on us this time.”
“Well, after you.” He politely gestured, following me into the bedroom.
I stood back, watching his soft gaze quietly soaking in every detail. Stylishly decorated in various shades of blues and whites, my room had remained soft, yet feminine. It was my sanctuary.
“Why do women love pillows?” he muttered, shaking his head at the piles neatly stacked against the diamond-tufted headboard. I giggled. I loved my pillows. If he didn’t, then too bad.
His gaze then drew upwards to the room’s centrepiece, an antique crystal chandelier hanging from the centre of a decorative ceiling rose. From the architrave to the wide skirting skimming darkly stained Baltic timber floors, every feature in the bedroom was entirely original, painstakingly and lovingly restored, including the fireplace that faced my king-sized bed.
Ari’s eyes lit up like the bright lights on a Christmas tree. “There’s something to be said about a warm fire on crisp, winter’s night, wouldn’t you say?” His wandering gaze openly ravished me. I swallowed tightly.
“Um…yes, I suppose there is.” I had to shut his advances down before he went any further.
“Sit, please.” I indicated for him to sit in one of the two striped wingback chairs beside the bay window. He promptly sat. “I want to start by apologising for taking off without explanation last night,” I began, perching on the edge of the bed and crossing my legs, “I have secrets, and, well...they’re quite dark.”
“We all have secrets we don’t like to share.” Convincing him to back away was going to be harder than I initially thought.
I shook my head vehemently. “I can’t imagine you having anything deep or dark for that matter. If I do choose to divulge, you may change your mind about me – and about us.”
“Don’t worry; there may be certain aspects you might not like about me. Isn’t that what relationships are all about?”
“I suppose so.” I closed my eyes and sighed. Dammit. Opening them again, I peered up at him. “To honestly answer your question from last night – yes, I do like you...and have for some time now. But…” Before I had the chance to finish explaining, Ari’s lips were on mine. A hand rested on my shoulder, pushing me back onto the mattress. His kiss was seductive and skilful, and the more he kissed me, the more I gave in. His hands roamed every inch of me, caressing my shoulders, my breasts, my midriff, over my thighs, and back up again.
Despite myself, I weakened. I gave up, giving in to a lifelong yearning. Passion and desire soared, burning through my core with each passing minute.
My body had betrayed me.
Breathless, Ari’s heated kisses slowed. He pulled back, looking down at me with his tender gaze. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you, and about last night, let’s not talk about regrets. Let’s live in the now, as if these wasted years never occurred.”
Embracing his touch, I leaned into the hand, cupping my cheek and slid my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp with the tips as I tugged him closer reconnecting our mouths in a hard, deep kiss.
Agile fingers tore at my bikini top. “So, beautiful,” he murmured, curving his palm around my breast, and rolling a pebbled nipple between his fingertips. His head dipped, clamping onto the other breast, his lips suckling gently to elongate the nipple. Delightful shivers coursed through my body, making me crave so much more.
As if he read my mind, Ari stealthily untied my bottoms, his fingers probing the delicate flesh between my thighs. I felt one long digit slide inside of me and gasped as he began palming my clit.
“Shouldn’t…we take…this slower?”
“What?” His head jolted upwards, his confused gaze staring incredulously. “You ask me that now? When we’re practically naked?”
I cocked my head. “You aren’t.”
“Fair point,” he murmured glancing down at his clothes before swiftly pushing off me and standing at my feet. I avidly observed as he tugged his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. His chino shorts and boxer briefs instantly followed, my teething sinking into my bottom lip as his ravishing cock sprang free. Damn. That’s impressive.
Ari inched closer to the bed and spread my legs wide, crawling between them. His rigid length bobbing against my aching cleft as he grasped my head and flipped us over.
I sat back and straddled his thighs, rhythmically skating my fingers along his silky shaft.
“What about contraception?”
“You ask me that now? When we’re about to have sex?” I huffed in exasperation. “I’m on the pill and have been for a long time.”
“Touché.”
My eyes narrowed as my stroking paused. “You did that on purpose.”
He grinned wolfishly and reared up, sweeping his arms around my back. “I did.”
“Arse. Now fuck me.”
He chuckled. “Your wish is my command.” Likewise, his touch and the zeal in his kisses told me he was just as desperate. It seemed he also wanted to enjoy the moment and was taking his sweet arse time.
As he skimmed his lips along my jawline and down my neck, my frustration grew. “Ari, please, delayed gratification isn’t my style!”
His chest rumbled. “I noticed.”
Loud groans echoed as he suddenly lifted me impaling me over his hardened length, stretching and filling me. Ari felt just as I imagined he would, unbelievably amazing. He grunted loudly as my inner muscles contracted around his shaft, squeezing tightly, more so as I attempted to undulate my hips.
“Don’t move, just feel,” he murmured, quietly clinching me at the waist.
“Ari…” I mewled in protest.
“I know.” He flipped us back over and hovered his bulky weight above me. His heated gaze locked with mine as he pushed off his elbows.
The pleasure I felt was indescribable. My fingers lightly skimmed up and over Ari’s body matching the slow drawn out rhythm. The sinuous feel of the veins bulging in powerful forearms as he thrust forward, past his flexing biceps and over strong shoulders to trail along the soft curve of his spine. I paused at his perfectly rounded rear and splayed my hands, relishing in the feel of the muscles contracting beneath each cheek with each slickened movement. Somewhere in my clouded mind, it felt like he wasn’t close enough and began rocking my hips, my legs lifting to suck him in deeper.
Ari grunted and sped up, leaving sheets of sweat drenching the broad width of his back while each hard lunge stroked my inner wall bringing me closer to the precipice.
My back bowed off the mattress as an intense climax suddenly rippled through me, my mouth gaping as I cried out. Regardless of the slowing thrusts, the continual caress of
