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I whimpered the last part into his mouth as I rolled my hips downward, consummating our friendship as I took him all the way inside me. It was only a thrust. A single yet beautiful movement that locked us together, man and woman, lover to lover, forever changed.
It was a connection so emotionally and physically deep I wanted to scream.
~ 29 ~
AXEL
Holy shit you’re fucking Ari.
I glanced up into her half-lidded eyes. Slid my hands from the cute curve of her waist up to those full, bouncing breasts. It didn’t feel real. The whole thing felt like it had to be a dream.
And yet I was still inside her, thrusting away. Grinding myself tantalizingly upward, to drill her so deeply and fully that those beautiful green eyes screwed shut.
No way!
My brain was steadfastly refusing the connection to the rest of my body.
No way you’re actually doing this!
I could feel the intensity of her heat. The insane constriction of her wet, glistening flower wrapped so snugly around me as I pistoned in and out of her. But it was her porcelain face I couldn’t stop staring at. She wore an expression of rapture that mirrored mine, lending me hope that everything we were doing was still okay.
God, I’d wanted her forever! But I never said it outright, and I could never let on. Ariana was like our little sister, one grade lower than us. We protected her, nurtured her, guided her. But as we grew to adolescence, she began providing far more for us — mostly in the ways of womanly wisdom — than we could ever do for her.
As adults, we of course recognized that our childhood friend had blossomed into a beautiful woman. But there was an unspoken pact. An understanding between my Tyler, Zane and myself that no matter what we did, or who we ran with, none of us would go down that forbidden road.
And that’s because, above all else, none of us ever wanted to hurt her.
Right now I was breaking that pact, violating our unspoken covenant. And yet for some reasons I didn’t feel guilty about it. I felt like, after these years, after all the mutual love and affection and even hints of attraction we’d felt for each other, that maybe this was ours to begin with. That maybe we were always meant to do this.
I’d feel that guilt later maybe, when I would have to lie by omission to the others. I’d tuck this night away and hide it forever, except in the most cherished recesses of my memory. But before I did I would live out every last glorious moment. I’d fulfill every last Ariana fantasy I’d ever had; the loving ones where we rocked in one another’s arms for hours, staring into each other’s eyes. The hot ones. The fast ones. But the down and dirty ones too, where we threw away all our inhibitions and went totally crazy on each other in all the filthiest, most wicked ways.
All of these things were ours, tonight, one night only. We could do anything and everything all alone, in this strange, remote place.
And I sure as fuck wasn’t going to miss a single second.
I reached out and pulled her down now, kissing her hotly, missing the intimacy of her full lips against mine. A charge hung in the air between us — a magnetic attraction and sexual hunger that seemed too insatiable to ever be fulfilled. But I never stopped pumping. I never broke the slow, beautiful rhythm our bodies had developed without so much as a single word, as we fucked and grinded and screwed each other deep into our tiny motel bed.
You’re fucking ARI.
I still couldn’t believe it, not even while buried all the way to the hilt in her warmth and wetness. This woman I’d fantasized about all my life was just as eager for me, too. She was practically gushing around me, drenching the bed. Everything from her thighs to my balls were slick with her juices, and the cute little noises coming out of her throat with every upthrust was making me crazy.
“Ari.”
She was screwing me even harder now, hands on my stomach, fingers splayed wide. Her body rocked in circles as she rode me like a bucking bronco. And damn did she know what she was doing.
“Ariana...”
Lost in a hazy half-trance of pre-orgasmic euphoria, she somehow managed to open her eyes. They were fully glossed over. Swimming with lust.
“I need you to know you were right,” I smiled up at her.
My best girl friend in the world moaned at a particularly deep thrust, then swallowed dryly. “Right… about… what?”
“I’ve always wanted this.”
The words did the trick. Or maybe the eye contact. Or maybe it was the way I dragged my palms ever so gently over her beautiful pink nipples, only barely touching them, as I rolled my hips in time to her own.
Whichever it was, it was enough to push her over the edge.
