Kissing had never been something I particularly enjoyed with other women, but with Ari, it was everything; it unlocked a primal desire deep inside. I could kiss her for hours and still crave more of the sweetness that was so uniquely hers. Soft, yet with an edge of mischief, seeking to be captured, wanting to be appreciated and seen as only the other half of her soul could. The feeling that we were so perfectly matched had made the struggle we faced along our journey worthwhile.
“What do you think about joining me in the hot tub?” I asked.
“I’d say I don’t have a bikini.”
“Hmm, I don’t see that as a problem. You’re simply saving me a step because if you had one, I’d just be removing it anyway.”
“Oh, would you now?”
“Yes, in fact, it’s the house rule on the new tub.”
“Interesting.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and pulled her sweater over her head before sashaying out of the bathroom, leaving a wake of clothing in her path as I stripped down in a nanosecond to join her in the backyard.
I watched Ari intently from my spot across the tub. Her eyes were closed, and her shoulders appeared relaxed as the jets worked their magic, massaging her back and legs. Usually, Iwouldn’t say I liked things quiet since it allowed my mind time to wander. I was the type of person who always wanted to stay busy and had music or a documentary playing in the background.
As the sound from the hot tub’s jets filled the night’s air, I found myself surprisingly comfortable in the quiet. Genuinely stress-free and at peace. A feeling I wasn’t confident I’d ever master. Although, I knew it was Ari’s company that allowed me to truly unwind and enjoy the tranquility.
“This is absolute heaven.” While she wasn’t wrong, heaven for me was any time she was under my touch, and right now, she was too far away. “The jets are hitting all the right spots.”
“Are they now?” I shifted forward and reached for her calves under the water until I firmly grasped her and pulled her astride my lap. “What about here?” I slid my thumb between her legs and skimmed her piercing, drawing an illicit moan when I made contact. “Because if the answer is yes, I want you in my arms while you get yourself off.”
I watched with rapt awareness as she held on to my shoulders, fixed her warm hazel eyes on mine, and began to steadily rock her hips back and forth up the length of my harder-than-steel cock.
“Only you can get me off,” she cried out when I thrust my hips up.
The sensations from both our piercings were mind-blowing. Every stroke was in high definition, more vivid and intense than the one before.
Her lips parted, her head lulled back on her shoulders, and her back arched beautifully.
“Only me?” I couldn’t stop myself from grinning against her skin.
“Yes, you’re the only one . . . I want to get me off.”
Nothing had ever sounded more rewarding.
“Tell me why,” I pushed, needing more of her truth.
I captured her rosy pebbled nipple between my lips and alternated between sucking and nipping while I pinched the other between my fingers.
“Because—” she started to say as I tightened my hold on her hips and pushed down on them, causing her words to falter. “Oh, my God . . . it feels like my entire body is a live wire . . . it’s a rush . . . it’s a feeling like no other, only you . . . you own me, Jameson.”
The short bursts of her labored breaths were a balm to my ears.
“Right answer, Red. Your orgasms all belong to me,” I murmured across her skin as I licked a path up and across her collarbone. “You belong to me.” With my hands cupping the back of her head, I swallowed her moans of ecstasy when her orgasm hit, and her body convulsed flawlessly in my arms.
“You’re so fucking responsive.”
“As are you.” She reached down and wasted no time tilting my axis off balance as her hand gripped me and began pumping firmly. “But I’m going to need you to stand up now.”
My body acted on autopilot, too weak to say no because the thought of coming down her throat was as life-changing as it was being inside her warm, velvet heat. She was my dream girl, and seeing her on her knees, looking up at me through fluttering dark lashes as her lips wrapped around my hardened length, was a mental photo that would be engrained in my brain for eternity.
I unclipped her hair and fisted her red curls in my hand.
My heart pounded a boisterous rhythm in my chest. Every breath was a rush of exhilaration that had me climbing higher and higher. The combined friction of both her hand and tongue, warm and eager, over my piercings was all-consuming. The rawness of the intensity was like liquid sunshine free-flowing through my veins, but when she relaxed her jaw and openedher throat, taking me as far as she could, I saw stars behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, yes.” My brain was short-circuiting, craving the magic she weaved. “You take me so good, Red.”
