“Now that your divorce has been finalized, it feels like you’re really mine.”
“I’ve always been yours,” Aria said. “Even before it was finalized. I’ve been yours since the moment we met, and probably long before then.”
Her words caused a funny sensation in the pit of Nash’s stomach. He closed the distance between them and kissed her soundly and she became pliant in his arms, kissing him back with equal fervor.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated, just as it always did, regardless of how innocently it started out. Her ragged moan spilled into his mouth and the sound of it made him forget about everything except her. He pushed her onto her back and came down on top of her, grinding his already hard cock against her core. She opened for him and he groaned.
“Fuck, babe, how do you make me so hot?”
Aria chuckled against his lips. “It’s my special talent,” she murmured.
“I’ll say.”
He kissed his way from her lips down to her jawline and below to the tiny little scar on her neck where Nash had bitten her the third time they’d made love. His claiming mark on her, proof to all the world that she was his, and he was hers. Each time Nash saw that tiny, innocent little scar, it reminded him of how it got there, and he was ready to take her all over again.
He crushed her to him and deepened the kiss, moving his hips in anticipation of what was to come. At the same time, he lifted her shirt, revealing inch after glorious inch of creamy white skin. Aria hadn’t put on a bra after her shower, so it gave him easy access to her nipples which had already hardened into firm little buds. He took one into his mouth and as he sucked on it, Aria groaned and arched her back.
Nash closed his eyes and pressed himself harder against her, rolling his hips a little more. If he didn’t get inside his mate soon, he was going to go off like a damn teenager on his first time. The effect she had on him never seemed to lessen over time. The opposite, in fact.
She slid her hands into his hair, fisting it and pulling him closer. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of him and that was just fine by Nash. The feeling was mutual. Always. The mate connection they shared pulsed between them, filling Nash with even more desire.
As she panted into his mouth, she slipped her hands in between them and pulled open the button on his jeans. She got the zipper down next, and before he got the chance to lift his hips to give her better access, she wrapped her hand around his cock.
“Fuck,” he grunted as she began to stroke him.
It felt so goddamn good.
He couldn’t believe he’d come just a couple of hours previously and twice the night before. That was just how much he wanted her. There had been no letup in the months since they’d got together. If anything, his need for her grew more and more with each passing day.
He threw his head back as she stroked him with a sure, practiced hand. Then the scent of her arousal hit him. If he hadn’t already been laying down, it would have floored him. He closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sensations racing through his body, but his mate needed him, and he had to see to it that she found her pleasure first.
He got up and pulled off Aria’s jeans and panties before he seated himself between her milky thighs. He thought he might love this even more than she did. With a hungry smile, he leaned down and swept his tongue between her folds, making her shudder with delight. Then he latched onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth.
“Nash!”
He let out a throaty chuckle then flicked his tongue over the little bud. Back and forth, over and over again, until her legs started to shake, and she tried to squeeze them shut. Then he sucked her again and she splintered apart, screaming out her release as her hands clamped onto his shoulders with the power of a vise.
When he sat up, he grinned in satisfaction at the expression of sated bliss on his mate’s face.
“My turn,” he said with a wicked grin, and sprang up from the couch to remove his jeans.
He kicked them to one side and was about to seat himself on top of his mate when she shook her head and sat up, put a hand on his chest, then pushed him back against the couch before throwing a leg over his thighs and straddling him.
Nash groaned as Aria lifted the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. He loved to watch her breasts bounce as she rode him. It was one of his favorite things. Who was he kidding? Everything he shared with her was his favorite thing.
The trouble was, now that Aria had found her release, she would take pleasure in torturing him. She sat back on his thighs, then reached between them and fisted his cock. He watched as it slid between the delicate fingers of her small hand.
He was desperate to bury his cock inside her tight, wet core, but watching her play with him like this had its own merits. And when she sped up the movement of her hand, Nash grunted and threw back his head.
“Jesus, yeah, babe. Like that.”
Aria got off his lap, but before Nash could protest, she knelt on the floor between his legs then lowered her mouth over his length. Nash pretty much saw stars. It took all his willpower not to thrust up into her mouth. It was tempting, but he liked his mate to set the pace. It kept things interesting.
Aria bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head and getting it good and wet before sinking all the way down to the base. All too soon, he found his hips lifting to meet the movements of her mouth as control slipped away from him. She sucked him harder then. Faster. Then, just when Nash thought he couldn’t take any more without coming, she pulled off.
“Babe, you’re killing me,” he groaned.
She chuckled as she straddled his hips. “Maybe, but what a way to go, right?”
