“That’s presumptuous.”
She’s not making this easy, but I’d be disappointed if she was. “My charm is irresistible, as is this face, my body, and most of all my cock.”
She rolls her eyes, but chortles in spite of her disinterested act.
“Why don’t you explain to me what it is you want?” Her eyes burn with mischief unless I’ve completely lost my touch and misreading her.
Is she teasing me?
“Why don’t I show you, and you show me what’s under that bathrobe?” I suck a breath between my teeth as she rises to her feet. Her intense gaze meets mine, and a slow, wicked smile crosses her beautiful face. It takes every ounce of strength I possess to stay seated and let her take the lead. I want her in the worst way possible, and I’ve been imagining this moment ever since we got together in the club. How long ago was that? Seems like a lifetime, but it was only a short while ago.
She saunters toward me, hips swaying and her eyes smolder with what I fucking hope is lust. Aria stops just out of arm’s reach. Her bottom lip is full and pouty, and I want that lip between my teeth. But that’s not everything. I want it all, every delectable square inch of silky skin.
My brain freezes as she unties her robe with excruciating deliberation…
I choke on my own tongue as I take in her body with curves in all the right places, ample breasts, and shapely legs. She’s made for pleasure and so am I. She props her hands on her hips and smirks. This little vixen knows I’m hot for her.
I crook my finger. She lifts her chin in an act of defiance, and I chuckle. Aria likes to be in charge but so do I. Tonight I’m getting my way.
“You’d better get that sweet ass over here right now or?—”
“Or what?”
“You’d better get that sweet ass over here right now or-” I attempt to be stern, but I fail miserably.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll make you pay.”
“Idle threats.” She watches me through lowered lashes. Aria’s toying with me. While I love games, I also love what comes after.
In a move that accentuates my athletic ability, I shoot to my feet, lift her in my arms, and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her. I’m barely in control of my body. The way she’s devouring my mouth, she’s struggling with the same problem.
I lay her naked body on the couch and strip out of my clothes in world-record time. Her sultry stare focuses on my dick, which twitches in response. I straddle her, and she wraps her arms around my neck. Her mouth and mine resume their primal dance, but they aren’t the only things that’re going to be dancing shortly.
I slide down Aria’s body, kissing a trail to her breasts and sucking each nipple until I draw a gutteral groan from deep inside her. Her hands move downward, and she rakes my back with her fingernails. My reaction is instant and visceral. I nip at her neck.
“Brat,” I declare.
“Arrogant asshole,” she shoots back.
“And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She doesn’t dispute my claim. My hands and mouth distract as I journey further down her body. Her legs fall open in an open invitation to do as I wish. I bend down between her legs, licking and sucking at her more sensitive spots. Aria writhes underneath me, and I’m grunt with satisfaction. My tongue probes deeply followed by my fingers. I’m an expert when it comes to women, and I know how to drive her to the edge. I do so but pull back before she comes apart. It’s an erotic torture of the best kind. She responds with these little whimpering sounds that push the limits of my control.
“You’re going to pay for tormenting me.” Her words don’t scare me. If anything, I’m intrigued.
“I’m counting on it. I’ll pay your price after you pay mine.” I roll off her and pull a condom from my pants on the floor. After opening the packet, I roll it down my very hard dick. I glance in Aria’s direction. She’s licking her lips and gazing at my cock with hunger and desire.
“Come here.” Her sultry smile affects me deep inside. It’s lust of course, but there’s something else, equally powerful and far scarier. I refuse to explore those feelings. We’re all about carnal pleasure, and I can’t blur that line between passion and these foreign emotions currently battling for attention.
This is sex. That’s all. Damn good sex but still just sex.
I grab both her legs and swing them over my shoulders. Aria arches her back and does her best to entice me. Her best is more than enough. In my current state of arousal, I’m primed for the main event.
I push into her, while she grips the couch as if she’s trying to ground herself.
Sorry, baby, you’re not going to be able to resist this. I’ll shoot her to the stars and back again. No spaceship necessary.
