thrusting
until… stars flash behind my eyelids.
And I know without a doubt. I am
his.
TRISTAN
I am in complete
control of Aria. In this moment. In this place. But who am I kidding? It’s
Aria who owns me.
As I make her come apart in my
hand, I use my other to continue its exploration of her body – snaking under
the shirt that was driving me insane in the diner. Inching up to the lacy bra
that holds her amazing tits, I graze a thumb over her nipple. I see them in my
mind, a memory from graduation night, an image I could never forget. Full and
heavy with deep rosy nipples that were so responsive.
They still are. So I pluck one and
then the other, driving a helpless moan from her with each electric contact. I
want to get them in my mouth, I want to taste, but I can’t expose her any more
than she already is. It will have to wait.
I add another finger down below and
move deeper and faster until I garner a stinging bite to my neck.
Damn, what I wouldn’t do for a bed
so I could take my time, but we’re running out of that too quickly. Aria’s
nerves won’t last much longer. It’s time to push her over the edge.
I push my thumb on her clit and
continue to stroke her. Hard and fast.
Her heart beats swift and strong
under the breast I knead, probably more fiercely than I should. She doesn’t
seem to mind.
My hands move faster.
Faster.
Until she clenches around my
fingers, holding them there. Quickly, I move my other hand from her breast to
her mouth to stifle the cry I know is coming. She bites into my palm and I can feel
her silent scream.
The throbbing stops and I hold her
until she floats back down to Earth. Now this is something I really
don’t want to do – the holding. We don’t need any more emotions tied up in
this, but I have the strange feeling it’s been a long time since she’s had
release, so I let it go, cradling her until she calms.
She looks up at me and those dreamy
eyes harden. Her face tightens and her chin tips up and out.
The mask is on and the new Aria
Prince is back.
“Now that was something.” I try to
lighten the mood.
“You are truly depraved,” she tells
me, straightening herself.
“Baby, you have no idea.”
She laughs then, a deep belly chuckle
that absolutely charms me. She’s still blissed out. Now is my chance.
“God, I can’t believe we did that.”
She shakes her head in awe, almost as if she’s proud of her walk on the wild
side.
“Here’s the thing.” I run the back
of my hand along her jaw. “I want to do it again.”
She slaps my arm. “You’re crazy. No
effing way. We are so lucky someone didn’t come out here.”
“I don’t mean here.”
“Where then?” she asks, curious.
I’ve got her wheels turning.
“The beach house.” My eyes don’t
stray from hers. “Wednesdays.”
A strange silence and uneasiness
consumes the space between us. The heat has fizzled and the raging emotions
have slid back under the surface.
“Let me get this straight. You want
me to be your fuck toy every Wednesday at the beach shack.”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way.
I’d call it an arrangement between two consenting adults. And it’s a quaint
cottage, by the way.”
She ignores my joke.
“Is that how they do it in L.A.?”
she asks. All her spunk has returned, furthering my resolve. I can give her
what she needs.
“Think about it, Aria. We know each
other. It’s safe. And we both have Wednesdays free. Could you imagine what it’d
be like to get your rocks off like that every week?”
“Who says I’m not?” she asks.
“Come on, I think it’s pretty
apparent it’s been awhile. And don’t even think about lying to me, I know you enjoyed
every damn second of that.”
“Sure, but that’s because it wasn’t
planned.”
She doesn’t say another word for
what feels like hours, and begins to pace. Pacing is a good sign, she’s
definitely thinking it over.
“Well, Aria,” I ask, unable to wait
another
until… stars flash behind my eyelids.
And I know without a doubt. I am
his.
TRISTAN
I am in complete
control of Aria. In this moment. In this place. But who am I kidding? It’s
Aria who owns me.
As I make her come apart in my
hand, I use my other to continue its exploration of her body – snaking under
the shirt that was driving me insane in the diner. Inching up to the lacy bra
that holds her amazing tits, I graze a thumb over her nipple. I see them in my
mind, a memory from graduation night, an image I could never forget. Full and
heavy with deep rosy nipples that were so responsive.
They still are. So I pluck one and
then the other, driving a helpless moan from her with each electric contact. I
want to get them in my mouth, I want to taste, but I can’t expose her any more
than she already is. It will have to wait.
I add another finger down below and
move deeper and faster until I garner a stinging bite to my neck.
Damn, what I wouldn’t do for a bed
so I could take my time, but we’re running out of that too quickly. Aria’s
nerves won’t last much longer. It’s time to push her over the edge.
I push my thumb on her clit and
continue to stroke her. Hard and fast.
Her heart beats swift and strong
under the breast I knead, probably more fiercely than I should. She doesn’t
seem to mind.
My hands move faster.
Faster.
Until she clenches around my
fingers, holding them there. Quickly, I move my other hand from her breast to
her mouth to stifle the cry I know is coming. She bites into my palm and I can feel
her silent scream.
The throbbing stops and I hold her
until she floats back down to Earth. Now this is something I really
don’t want to do – the holding. We don’t need any more emotions tied up in
this, but I have the strange feeling it’s been a long time since she’s had
release, so I let it go, cradling her until she calms.
She looks up at me and those dreamy
eyes harden. Her face tightens and her chin tips up and out.
The mask is on and the new Aria
Prince is back.
“Now that was something.” I try to
lighten the mood.
“You are truly depraved,” she tells
me, straightening herself.
“Baby, you have no idea.”
She laughs then, a deep belly chuckle
that absolutely charms me. She’s still blissed out. Now is my chance.
“God, I can’t believe we did that.”
She shakes her head in awe, almost as if she’s proud of her walk on the wild
side.
“Here’s the thing.” I run the back
of my hand along her jaw. “I want to do it again.”
She slaps my arm. “You’re crazy. No
effing way. We are so lucky someone didn’t come out here.”
“I don’t mean here.”
“Where then?” she asks, curious.
I’ve got her wheels turning.
“The beach house.” My eyes don’t
stray from hers. “Wednesdays.”
A strange silence and uneasiness
consumes the space between us. The heat has fizzled and the raging emotions
have slid back under the surface.
“Let me get this straight. You want
me to be your fuck toy every Wednesday at the beach shack.”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way.
I’d call it an arrangement between two consenting adults. And it’s a quaint
cottage, by the way.”
She ignores my joke.
“Is that how they do it in L.A.?”
she asks. All her spunk has returned, furthering my resolve. I can give her
what she needs.
“Think about it, Aria. We know each
other. It’s safe. And we both have Wednesdays free. Could you imagine what it’d
be like to get your rocks off like that every week?”
“Who says I’m not?” she asks.
“Come on, I think it’s pretty
apparent it’s been awhile. And don’t even think about lying to me, I know you enjoyed
every damn second of that.”
“Sure, but that’s because it wasn’t
planned.”
She doesn’t say another word for
what feels like hours, and begins to pace. Pacing is a good sign, she’s
definitely thinking it over.
“Well, Aria,” I ask, unable to wait
another
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