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Nineteen
aria
“Iamnotsureif you are busy at the new shop on Thursday night, but there is an awards gala for all the realtors in Seattle, and I was wondering if you would like to be my date.” I keep rubbing my hand up and down his muscular bare chest as we lie naked in bed.
His arm tightens around my naked waist and flips me over, so I am on my back. He leans down in front of me with his arms caging me in. His sapphire eyes stare into mine, and he smirks.
“Are you asking me out?”
I clear my throat. “Yes, I am asking you out.”
He chuckles at my response. He moves his arm from the side of my head to my exposed leg from under the sheet. Trailing his tattoo fingers lightly up my leg. My whole-body lights up, and I can feel my clit throbbing with need. I swear he has the stamina of a teenage horndog, and he has turned me into one too.
Jameson leans in closer, just barely touching my lips, and says softly, “You don’t even have to ask. I support all of your hopes and dreams.” Three of his fingers sink into my wet, needy pussy, and I let out a deep throaty moan, lifting my hips off the bed. This man is beyond talented with his fingers. He curves them to the left, hitting my G-spot. I can feel my body is on edge and I don’t think I can hold off any longer. “That is right, Angel, this pussy is mine. This body is mine. Those screams belong to me.” He places his thumb circulating around my clit. “Now, be a good little wife and come for me. I want to feel your pussy coat my fingers and then you will suck them clean.”
He takes his pinky finger, and skims over my back entrance, before slowly pushing in. Holy. Fucking. Shit. The sensation is almost too much to handle. I feel my release building, my toes curl, and I grip the bed sheets. The way he makes my body feel so alive at his touch and the way he expresses that my body is his addiction. I should be running for the hills on how he speaks when we are together, but it makes me want him even more. I want him to tell me what to do and when to come.
“Come. Now. Angel,” he commands roughly with using his other hand, he applies pressure to my neck, squeezing just enough to make me straddle the edge of needing air and blacking out.
“D…Dia––” He cuts me off before I can finish saying the name, I am to call him when we are fucking.
“No, Aria. Say myrealname.”
My eyes lock on his blue, piercing eyes. They are a shade darker with a tint of copper around the center.
“Jameson…Yes…Right there,” I cry out.
He picks up his pace and I cannot hold it in any longer. My whole body tries to lift off the bed. I am shaking uncontrollably, chanting his name over and over again, I do not even recognize my own voice. The feeling of wetness coats my legs, and I can hear it as he pumps in and out of me.
“Jameson!”
He removes his hand from my pussy and holds it up to show what he just made my body do in the matter of minutes “Mm, look at the mess you made, Angel. Now, how are you going to clean this up? Are you going to lick it clean?”
I lick my lips keeping my eyes locked on his. “Yes, please.”
“Good, girl. Now, suck it clean.”
Tracing my bottom lip with his forefinger, my tongue darts eagerly, his eyes get darker. Grabbing his wrist, I pull him in closer and I put two fingers in my mouth. And I suck. I suck and twirl my tongue around his fingers not wanting to miss a drop. Tasting myself on him makes me wet again. I suck and lick each finger until they are all clean. Popping his thumb out of my mouth, I drag my tongue across my lip to the corner of my mouth to get the last drop.
Jameson drags his teeth over his bottom lip before biting it.
“I want to hear you say my name again and again.” He flips us so I am straddling his legs as he thrusts up into me and my body jumps.
And I call out his name again and again and again. Not Diablo. But Jameson.
Somehow, tonight with him feels different. Like we are floating, and nothing can reach us or pop our bubble. I can see this marriage lasting and me falling in love with him. Secretly, I think I am there already.
I am in the middle of sending out an email to one of my new clients about potential buildings that they might be interested in when my phone alerts me that I have a message. I think it might be the group chat I have with the girls about one of Hayley’s new love interests. I swear that girl goes through guys like underwear. However, it is not the girls. No, better. It’s Jameson. My husband.
Husband: Every time I lick my lips, I am reminded of how delicious your pussy tastes, and I think of how I want you to sit on my face.
Me: Oh?
Husband: Yes. But since I do not have time today to come to your office and eat your fine-tasting pussy all afternoon, I wanted to know if you had dinner plans tonight.
Biting my lip, I know my next response is going to get a well-deserved punishment from him. I may or may not be excited about it or about pushing his buttons.
Me: I guess I will just have to settle for my next client to have a taste then.
