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So here I am, donning a zebra-printed silk cap—because of course the only ones Ian could find were feminine—and preparing to face the judgment of Aria.
That’s right, I lay here next to her sleepingbeauty,with the intention of fucking her awake, while wearing a shower cap meant for women.
Despite the possibility of true humiliation, I don’t move to take the thing off. Instead, I trace small patterns on the thigh she has draped over my hip, my cock fully aware of the move she made throughout the night to face me. The heat from her core beckons me as it radiates along the length of the hard-on that’s tucked between her legs, wanting and waiting. Her head lays on my bicep, her arms tucked into her chest, covering her full tits but exposing her soft belly. I ease my palm up her thigh, tease a finger along her hip to her ribs and watch as her eyes start to flutter curiously. Aria’s brow furrows then softens as I continue to leave light touches over her skin. A faint groan comes from her throat, and she rolls over onto her back but doesn’t wake up fully.
“Aria, babe,” I groan, the sight of her naked glory, sleepy and sated, has my cock jumping to attention even more. She responds by throwing an arm over her eyes, her propped knee falling to the side.
Fuck me.
She’s open and beautiful, her swollen and wet pussy on full display for me to take in. Which I do, despite my cock aching, begging for another release. Testing her, I run my fingertipsalong the inside of her thigh, onto her hip and across the thatch of short hair she has there.
“Mmmm …” Is all I get from her, but she doesn’t swat me away, so I slide further down the bed and continue tracing across her lower half. Still, she only responds with faint noises, so I push forward.
“Babe,” I try, her chest rising and falling in an even slow rhythm. Aria lets her arm fall to the side, but still only gives me sleepy grunts, her eyelids firmly in place.
Further still, but not too fast, I edge my touches to the slickness between her thighs. She becomes a little more audible, her lips parting with a groan, her breath quickening.
“Aria,” Again, nothing seems to be disturbing her slumber, so I push further by slipping my fingers between her pussy lips and circling her clit. She moans for me, her eyes dancing behind her eyelids. “Aria,” I try again as I reposition myself to kneel in front of her, circling her warmth as I maneuver. I lay flat on my chest, my cock fucking the mattress, and dip a finger inside her heat.
She moans deeper this time, her hips rotating to the movement. A second finger pulls another moan from her as I pump them slow and easy inside her. She’s wet. Wet enough that I can’t help but lean in and taste her arousal. She gasps, her hands balling the sheets in her fists, and I dive in and lick.
“Fuck,” Aria moans, as I flatten my tongue against her clit and flip it from side to side. I watch up her body, her chest catching with her breath, her lips parting and closing with each moan. She races to the edge and dives right off into an orgasm that has her riding and soaking my face.
“Babe,” I groan, my eyes rolling to the ceiling as my hips follow their own rhythm, seeking any kind of friction. “That was hot.” I dip in again and help myself to another lick. She squeals and scoots up the bed to escape me, laughing and crossing her legs. My face lands in the sheets in her absence, the soundof her laughter making the face full of cotton totally worth it. “Baaaabe.” I crawl after her, snagging her ankle and dragging her back down beneath me. She howls with laughter, pushes at my chest but wraps her bare legs around my hips.
I lean to the side, snagging another rubber from the nightstand and tear it open with my teeth.
“What …” Aria stops, her head literally tilting, her brow furrowing. “The fuck?” She reaches up and fingers the cap that has somehow still hung on for dear life throughout all that. Her face reddens, and pulling her lips between her teeth doesn’t prevent the burst of laughter that rushes air across my face and chest. “What is this?” She howls, pulling the silk from my head, and fists it in both hands with wide smiling eyes.
“It’s a cap,” I chuckle at her response and roll the condom over my throbbing cock as my curls cascade around us. “It’s for my hair.”
“But,” Aria stutters, tears rolling down her temples, “But why though?”
“So the shit doesn’t get all tangled at night.” Her humor fills my chest and expands my lungs, despite it being at my expense. The curls of which we speak fall around us, humor leaking from her features as the strands caress her shoulders, and my cock twitches against her core. She bites that plump bottom lip and eyes my bare chest. Her hands find my skin, the cap long forgotten as Aria’s fingers trail up my back, tickle across my ribs, and flatten on the eagle over my pecs.
“How many do you have?” I think for a moment but come up blank considering most of my body is covered in ink.
“A lot,” she rolls her eyes at my response, her attention shifting to my shoulders.
“Do they mean something?” I smirk at her curiosity and lean down to nuzzle at her neck, planting soft kisses there, her scentfilling my nose. My cock jumps again, pulling a gasp from her lips.
“Of course they do,” I whisper against Aria’s ear, enticing shivers down her body. “A man doesn’t make a commitment to brand his skin for the rest of his life unless it’s worth it or it means something.” My words pull a gasp from her, and I lean back to see the severity in her wide eyes and parted lips. Stars sparkle in her irises, the low light of the room giving away the emotion she feels at my admission.
“Rex,” Aria’s hands find themselves in my hair, tugging me closer. She presses her lips to mine gently, sweetly, her palm coming down to cup my face. I return the kiss, matching her pace when she opens up to me and caresses my soul through her tongue to mine.
“Aria,” I break away for a moment, my breath labored as I lay my forehead against hers. My heart fills as she looks up at me, her hands trailing back down my body to grab my ass and pull me until the head of my cock sits at her opening.
“Make love to me, Rex,” she breathes. I’m too drunk on adrenaline and emotion to stop her hips from gliding up, pushing my erection into her sweet heat. I groan as she envelops me, her pelvis meeting mine, then she recedes, and the cold that takes up her absence has my body answering before my brain can. I rock forward, slow and sensual, burying my cock deep inside her. She moans, her nails scoring my lower back with each thrust.
My heart pounds at a different rhythm than normal sex causes, but it only entices me further, to push deeper inside her when her legs wrap tighter around my hips. Aria moans for me, deep sensual sounds that permanently etch themselves into my eardrums for the rest of time. And the way she moans my name has my heart melting and my balls ready to burst.
“Rex …”
There’s no rushing this time. No race to finish. So I slide my knees back and angle my hips for more of an upward thrust than an in thrust. The piercing through the head of my dick caresses her G-spot on the out and strokes back over it on the in.
Her eyes roll back in response. Her mouth falls open and her head tilts back in pure ecstasy.
Just the sight of her has my balls tightening, my cock encouraging, and my O racing forward to throw me off the edge of the cliff. I beat it back, though, a sheen of sweat building on my skin.
