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As I broke off a long, deep kiss, I looked down her body to see peaked nipples, and knew they weren’t just from the cold. Taking one in my mouth and feeling her arch at the stark contrast of my hot mouth surrounding that cold, hard bud, so much so that I crossed between them to do exactly the same thing to its companion, feeling myself surge between her legs with the need to possess her completely.
But I also needed to feel her quake beneath me, so I took my time preparing her relentlessly, kissing her, pinching and licking and flicking her nipples with my tongue. I let my hand wander down between thighs that parted shyly, a bit unsurely, as if she were a true innocent in this all again.
“Open for me,” I soothed, gently pressing my advantage, fingers cupping her pussy, the tip of my middle finger boldly parting her lips right at her opening to feel that hot slickness that nearly drove me to the point of fucking her right then and there. Then I boldly brought my finger up to a clit that was stiff, straining, and throbbing, rising to meet my caresses as she arched her hips beneath me with an audible moan.
Her fucking moans… nearly put me over the edge.
I nudged her knees further open with one of my own as I began to position myself between them, leaning down to lick a nipple here, tweak one there, languorously molest her, only to leave off as I lie fully on top of her and entered her with one powerful plunge.
Aria nearly screamed with the sensations my possession aroused within her, clutching at my shoulders as I began to surge against her, reaching between us to lay a big finger on her clit to rub it vigorously as I set an almost punishing rhythm, pounding myself into her.
I worried that I might be going a bit too hard on her, but I didn’t feel as if I could even control it. Luckily, she didn’t seem to be in any distress… quite the opposite. She canted her hips up so that I had even more and deeper access to her, bringing my lips down to hers as I felt her muscles begin to tense in that telltale manner that said she was probably ahead of me down the road to the ultimate pleasure.
And I was right.
When she exploded beneath me, she screamed my name before I could cut it off with my mouth.
I fucking loved the sound of it.
“Scream my name again,” I demanded as I thrust inside her with even more force than before.
“Matthew!”
“Again!”
“Matthew…” But this time her scream turned to a passionate moan.
Seconds later, she wasn’t the only one to moan… nearly scream.
Fucking Aria was different than fucking anyone in my past. My body responded to her differently. My mind got involved. My entire being demanded to be included. It wasn’t just a dick and a cunt. No… with Aria, there was so much more.
As the spasms began to die down, I lowered my head to press my forehead into the blanket next to her ear, my ragged breath my only words spoken.
And as I gave a final thrust of my cock, she whispered, “I don’t ever want this to end.”
19
Matthew
But it had to end. This fairytale, this utopia, this self-imposed prison was always meant to be temporary. A means to an end. And as I checked my voice messages, I knew the end was now.
“You need to pick up the phone, man” I could hear Lennon say. “Vittorio made all the arrangements and has your paintings with diamonds intact. He’s anxious to make the swap.”
There was another message from Harley Crow. “What the fuck? Do you have a death wish? Vittorio’s pissed. He’s waiting for a response from you and wants his daughter back now. Where are you?”
And another one from Kenneth. “I don’t know what you are doing or who you are doing, but it’s time to start thinking with your head and not your dick. You have loose ends to tie up here. We need Tennessee back too. I can’t deal with all the drama this place brings. Only he has the magic. I’m throwing in the towel. Bring him back, now.”
I looked down the hill at Aria who was sitting by the river waiting for me. She seemed… happy. A smile was on her face, and she seemed like a completely different person from the girl I had kidnapped. It could have been my imagination, or even wishful thinking, but when this ordeal was over, I hoped her remembrance of this time and of me would not be all dark and evil.
Which was odd that I even cared what she thought.
Who cares if she thought I was a monster? I didn’t care about that before. Who cares if she hated me forever and wanted me dead right along with her father?
