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My eyes were fixed on her fingers, mesmerized by how they circled and dipped, seeking out her climax.
She was close. We both were.
Lust shot down my spine, remembering how the last time I came, it was on her body.
“Fuck, I love watching you touch yourself.” The corner of her mouth pulled up. “If I were there with you, I’d lick and suck that needy pussy of yours. Stretch and fill you with my fingers.” My pace picked up, matching her frantic movements. There was no way either of us could last much longer.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, eyes closed as her head rocked back and forth.
“Open those pretty eyes, baby.” I smiled when she obeyed the command. “I want to watch you come, soak those fingers as you ride them.”
Her mouth dropped open, my name tumbling out as she came. Just hearing the pleasure in her voice was enough to send me over the edge. Cum landed on my lower abs, but all I could picture was it dripping down her pussy and how she’d lapped it off her fingers.
Fuck.
If this was what it felt like to mess around with Ari, I needed to know what it was like to be balls deep inside her. To experience her pussy stretched around my cock, all wet and warm. Truthfully, I may not survive it.
Here lies Dalton. Killed by sex that was too hot to handle.
“Earth to, Thatcher. You still with us?”
Ariella’s voice pulled me from my post-climax haze. Her lazy smile told me she was in the same state of bliss. I loved that she was still fully on display. Part of me had been worried that she might revert back to covering up. She had a tendency to run from me the moment we got too close, which was fine. I’d chase after her until she was ready to stop.
“No. I’m pretty sure I died and went to heaven.” I furrowed my brows. “No, that can’t be right. You’d be in bed with me if I were in heaven.”
She rolled her eyes, fighting to hide her laugh. “So, have I earned learning how to turn on this shower?”
“Oh, babe, you’ve earned whatever the fuck you want after that,” I said, loving the way her cheeks were tinged with pink. “It’s not that complicated. One knob is for the temperature, one is for the body sprays, and the other is for the pressure of the sprays. Let me see you turn them on.”
The sound of water, followed by a squeal of delight, filtered through the phone.
She came back into frame, her mouth opening and closing a few times. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know what the protocol is for ending a phone call like that.”
I chuckled. “You’re asking the wrong person because I’ve never done something like that.”
“I like knowing I’m the first,” she said with a smile, shifting from one foot to another.
“The only. You’ll be the only, Ari.”
THIRTY-EIGHT
ARIELLA
YOU KNOW THAT THE PAN DULCE SHE GOT WAS THE CONCHA WITH THE PINK SUGAR (IF THIS MADE NO SENSE, YOU NEED A MEXICAN FRIEND IN YOUR LIFE HAHA)
The pale pink box of pan dulce balanced precariously on my arm as I dug into my pocket, trying to find the apartment keys. I needed these sweet breads more than air this morning to try and revive me because I certainly hadn’t gotten any sleep last night. How could I when fantasies of Dalton bursting through the door, bare-chested with gray sweats hanging low on his toned thighs, kept running through my mind?
Or maybe he’d be wearing nothing but boxer-briefs. Either way, he’d burst through the door, hard on clearly visible, chest heaving as he glared at me with smoldering eyes.
I didn’t even know what smoldering eyes were, but he’d have them as he watched me lying there on that cloud of a bed, hand buried down in my underwear, fingers working in and out of my pussy, just like he had on the phone. We’d locked eyes, stuck in that trance we both seemed to get pulled into whenever we were together.
Then he’d walk over, each step sending my adrenaline spiking higher and higher, his large hand reaching out to replace mine…
“Ms. Contreras?”
I let out a yelp, nearly sending the box flying. My heart slammed against my ribs as I spun on my heel to see who the hell was behind me.
“Mr. Langley?” I asked, utterly confused. “What are you doing here?”
