wandering gaze. Excitement surging as I bounced towards the slim French doors and dramatically pulled them open. Hanging onto the antique chrome handles, I allowed myself a wondrous minute to take in the Peninsulas shimmering waters calmly and quietly rippling from the vast seas beyond. Phillip Island was beautiful, yes, but in comparison, it was nowhere near as breathtaking as the natural splendour before me.
Although, the room itself was just as stunning with the limestone walls, effectively bringing the outside in and adding an entirely new dimension to the light-filled space. Plush linens and pillows covered the king-sized bed facing the wide-open windows as well as a sitting room, which housed a corner chaise cushioned by soft, supple leather to my right and a small two-seater dining table to my left. Overall as I ran my hands over the differing textures used to combine luxury with old-world charm, the designer had styled incredibly well in my view. My tactile delight then led me to a walk-in robe and the connecting ensuite bathroom, another room that was just as beautiful as the rest. I grinned salaciously at the size of the walk-in shower: oh, the possibilities had now increased – tenfold.
I peered over my shoulder and called out to Ari. “Ari, come and take a look at the shower, it’s huge!” When he failed to reply, I frowned. Odd considering I’d just heard him trailing in only seconds ago. “Ari?”
Long fingers suddenly skated down my bare arms and furled around my wrists, subduing me as warm, sensual lips trailed along my neck. The heady scent of citrus and spice flooded my lungs; an intoxicating and wicked aroma, leaving me entirely at the mercy of Ari Jaeger.
I bowed against him.
“Keep still,” he purred, my breath catching as he caught my earlobe between his teeth. Ari’s soft skin radiated a burning heat as his forearm brushed over my midriff and gravitated towards my infamously short denim shorts. His gifted fingers began sedately popping each button and removed in a gentle shove to the floor. My underwear, a delicate lace, suffered a different fate as he tore them off before flagrantly tossing them aside.
So entranced by my dominating lover, my mind and body drifted to a place of bliss. More so as I felt his fingers gliding through my ultra-sensitive flesh. With each stroke of my aching clitoris and teasing circles around my trembling rim, my desire grew. And instinctively, my hips began to undulate, eliciting a growl from Ari.
“Mmm, you’re very wet…” God, that warm timbre voice: it was raspy and indulgent like the man himself. “But keep still.”
A strangled whimper escaped my throat. “Ari, please…”
His darkened eyes glittered sensuously as his stubbled chin jerked towards the mirror on the bathroom wall above the sink. “Just watch.”
My head swivelled slowly and met his fiery gaze in the reflection. I stared fascinated by the hedonistic sight playing out before me. The vision of his fingers thrusting, in and out of me, with each slow movement was exquisite. I was riveted. Not just by Ari’s beautiful lovemaking, but by the person he had become with this sudden need for control, arousing me more than I ever imagined.
I had always loved his dominant side, but he had evolved into something else. Something more. I wanted to exploit this side of him, with him. As a Dominant in the making, Ari was devastatingly magnificent.
“Remove your blouse – slowly,” he whispered, his words, absolute and unyielding. “Keep watching.”
A perceptible blush rose over my dampened skin. My delight visibly shared in the way of a fulfilled smile as I nimbly undid each tiny button by moving my fingers provocatively slow until I reached the last one, parting and pushing the blouse off my shoulders.
“Now your bra.”
“Then will you fuck me?” I coyly asked freeing my breasts in the same unhurried manner.
“All in good time, my love.” Sliding an arm around my waist, he caged me in, pressing his well-defined torso along the curve of my spine. “Just enjoy…this.” Motioning to the mirror with his free hand, he gyrated, pushing his hardened and pulsing length between my cheeks. “You’re soaking. Watching me finger fuck you turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“How could it not?” I croaked out.
A victorious smile flittered as he continued his pleasurable torture. “Touch your breasts for me.” Ari’s command was firm, yet soft and without hesitation, I obeyed. “Now…pleasure yourself for me.”
Palming each swollen breast, I mewled, tweaking, and rolling my hardened nipples between the pads of my fingertips. My core, along with my will to obey both fought against one another as Ari’s circling fingers slid inside me. With each methodical stroke of my inner wall striking every nerve throughout my trembling body, I was losing the battle, and Ari knew it too. The wicked gleam flashing over his handsome face told me so. Mostly as he abruptly stopped and swung me around, lifting me with ease onto the vanity. His chocolate orbs gazing intently as he gruffly ordered me to lock my hands behind my back and not to move.
Digging my fingernails into my palms, I gritted out my displeasure, “Let me fucking come!”
“No,” he abruptly replied, dropping to his knees and spreading my thighs to eat at my swollen cleft in the same savage manner.
I laboured against the ferocity of his lovemaking. Sweat beaded my forehead and formed rivers that streamed over my heated skin while my feet arched, pushing against his broad shoulders. Muscular arms also lathed in perspiration wrapped around my writhing body while robust fingers furled around my wrists, preventing me from moving altogether.
Unable to deal with the painful throbbing coursing between my legs any longer, I let out a wrenching sob. “Ari…p…please.”
Beautiful eyes framed by jet-black eyelashes peered up at me. “Soon, my love, very soon.”
“In the very least, kiss me then. Gimme a taste.” My tone was husky yet demanding.
Within seconds, he’d relinquished his grip on my thighs and silently rose off his knees only to fist my hair roughly. Our moans pleasantly mingling as he yanked my head back and pressed his mouth to mine in a red-hot kiss that escalated the instant I tasted the salty arousal coating Ari’s shapely lips and tongue.
My fingers quickly became entangled through the silky strands of his hair whilst my other hand draped over his broad shoulder and slid over his shoulder blades. He flinched as I dragged my sharpened nails into the soft flesh of his back.
“Ah – and here I thought I was in charge,” he grunted against my lips.
“Oh, you still are. Now fuck me. Hard.”
A sexy chuckle rumbled as Ari scooped me off the vanity beneath the thighs. “Be careful what you wish for, my love.” His mouth landed on mine before my back hit the cold tiles in the shower stall with a light thud. And through our cacophony of pleasured moans, he fumbled beside me flicking the tap to release an invigorating rush of temperate water from the rain head shower rose above us. All the while and without any warning, he thrust into me, making my back arch and causing quite the gasp.
With every smooth and powerful lunge, he made me feel every pulsing inch until gradually, his raw fucking built up to something much harder. Eventually, he stilled, tensing his entire body as his climax rushed out of him in long hot spurts inside of me. His groans muffled by the slope of my shoulder as he sunk his teeth into me.
I tensed as I felt
