Then that damn dog on the other side of my door starts barking. I guess she senses Ariana's anxiety. I thought Bottle and I came to an agreement that I would sneak her extra jerky treats if she would stop treating me like an intruder. I guess something got lost in translation.
I look deep in Ariana's eyes so that she can understand me. Feel me.
"You don't ever have to be afraid of me, Ariana. I would never hurt you. Never."
"I'm not afraid."
"Uh huh...how about this then. Does this still feel good?"
My hands have moved closer between her legs. This is a no fly zone for me. Once I cross this line there's no going back. I have to live with this woman. I can't just wake up one day and pretend that it never happened. There can be no room for error on my part. But when her lips slightly part and she gasps ever so softly for me...that's when all of that shit goes out the window.
And I go for mine.
"How about now?" My voice descends lower. Thick with lust and desire.
Her eyes close as I begin to massage her pussy through her scrubs. All I feel is softness and steam heat. A heady mixture that makes me want to dive in and discover what she tastes like. It's been a very long time since I've tasted a woman.
Too long.
It used to be one of my favorite things to do. As far as I know, I was pretty damn good at it.
"Stone." She purrs my name in part angst and part pleasure.
"Ariana."
"I don't think we should."
"I didn't ask you to think. I asked you if you're attracted to me, and I asked you if it feels good. If you can't answer those two questions, then I don't want you to say another fucking thing."
I smile when I feel the increased wetness between her legs.
She likes this.
She needs this.
Just like I do.
She just needs a little gentle guidance to get her there.
"You're drenched," I growl.
Her legs tighten together. I've embarrassed her, and she's trying to keep me from further exploration, but an explorer won't be denied.
The satisfaction is totally in the journey.
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