“Good,” he replies firmly. “I don’t want you to think of anyone else. Ever. I want you to remember me and only me. The way I make you feel, the way my fingers tangle in your hair, the way my tongue sets your hot little pussy on fire. Ari, we are going to make love and wipe out the past. It can’t hurt you now, I won’tlet it. Just think about the here and now. Think how good it’s going to feel when I push inside of you. Now close your eyes.”
I let my eyes flutter shut, the smell of scotch washing over me as Denham breathes close to me. “When I’ve finished with you, you’ll be begging me to let you open your eyes and watch us, but for now, keep them closed and just feel.”
His hands move from beside my head and the heat of his body disappears from above me. I’m desperate to open my eyes to see where he is, but I don’t. I obey his gentle command and keep them shut, waiting for his touch, waiting for him to make me feel.
He kisses my flat stomach, the gentle kisses moving south. Little trails of sensation transferring from his lips to my skin. I tense but don’t give in to the urge to cover myself with my hands. I want to move past it. I want to move on.
I feel a rough fingertip gently trace my hip bone, following the top of my leg around, then slowly dragging his finger up through my opening. His touch is light, teasing, but when he reaches my clit, I jolt, this time with less emotional discomfort and more pleasure. His other hand comes up to hold my hip as his finger stills. I lift my head and I’m about to open my eyes when he starts to move in a circular motion, gently massaging and building an intense pleasure that has me panting and instinctively pushing my hips to meet his hand for more resistance.
Every muscle in my body is quivering for more as I rotate my hips and match the rhythm of his dexterous fingers. Blood whooshes through my ears as my body climbs higher. I can hear distant moans, and unfamiliar noises and I realize they are coming from me, my own body voicing immense levels of pleasure and reaching an explosive climax.
I call Denham’s name, a blessing and a promise floating from my lips. My breath comes in long surrendering moans as mybody rides the hypnotizing aftershocks of my orgasm. Denham leaves me momentarily, I hear foil rip and a moment later the bed dips with his weight.
I open my eyes to meet his burning stare. “More stunning every second that you breathe,” he groans. He kisses me, then tilts his hips and pushes into me, inch by delicious inch.
I’m still on the high my orgasm left me with and I feel greedy that I want more. Denham has opened up a floodgate, draining my defenses and awakening my body from its sleeping sexuality.
His body shudders as he pushes as deep as I can take him. “Fuuuuck,” he hisses and I groan in response. He draws back painfully slowly and pushes in again, his thrusts beginning to come faster.
“We fit like you were made for me, just me,” he states. “I can’t make it slow this time, Stunner. You feel too fucking good.”
“I don’t want it slow,” I respond, surprising myself with the words that follow. “Fuck me fast…and hard.”
“Fuck, you talk like that and I’m not gonna last long.”
I lift my legs and open my pelvis, seating him deeper and triggering something carnal within him. His pace picks up and I dig my heels in his ass, pulling him closer, not wanting to let him go. Our bodies are covered in a fine sheen of sweat as we glide against each other, his rhythm increasing.
The building pressure in my core surprises me and I thrust my hips upwards to meet Denham’s. The sound of our flesh slapping together mingles with the moans escaping our bodies.
“Ari, fuck, that’s it…ride it with me,” Denham rasps out.
His lust filled voice is all I need to hit the peak. Denham grits his teeth and pushes into me as far as he can go, the pressure holding me at the top of my climax as I feel him swell and pulse inside of me before letting me gently over the edge to float back to earth.
He rests his head on my shoulder, his breaths matching mine and coming fast in heaving pants. He isn’t allowing his full weight to rest on me, but our chests are touching and I feel his heart beating through his ribcage.
He lifts his head and brushes his lips across mine. “Arianna, you’re…that was—”
“Shhh.” I press my lips into his. I don’t want words. We don’t need words. I’m pretty sure we could live forever without needing to talk to convey our emotions.
I know.
He knows.
Denham disposes of the condom, then lifts me onto his side of the bed.
He folds my curves into the contours of his body, naked and covered in a sheen of sweat from our lovemaking. We lie flush, skin against skin, not a scrap of clothing between us. I want to stay like this forever.
“Sleep, Stunner,” Denham whispers. I close my eyes and smile with the feeling of satisfaction and contentment.
My body has surrendered to him and my mind quickly follows.
Chapter 16
Iwake up draped head to toe in Denham King. Soft, full lips kiss me awake, running along my collarbone, nipping at my neck, then taking my mouth in an insistent but gentle caress. I automatically start to protest because I’m pretty sure Denham does not want to be greeted by my morning breath. After all, he’s not deluded. I don’t taste of vintage champagne all the time, despite what he might say.
“Nuh-uh.” I shake my head and turn away from him.
“You don’t want me to kiss you, Stunner?” he asks curiously and I can hear the smile in his voice.
