“Morning breath,” I mumble into the pillow.
“You think that would stop me from wanting to kiss you?”
“You’d want to kiss me if my breath was stinky?” I ask, frowning.
“Yes, but I might just kiss you like this…” He starts to kiss the delicate flesh under my chin before licking my jaw line, painting a path to my ear. He takes my lobe in his mouth and sucks gently. I moan as it sends jolts to my core and I forget what I wasprotesting about. He has my full attention and I couldn’t turn away from him now if I tried.
“I want to kiss your lips, morning breath and all. I want to suck on your tongue and hear those little noises you let go of that make my dick hard. You’ll still taste like honey to me. You want me to kiss you, Ari?”
I nod as he has left me speechless with his direct words once again. “Tell me,” he orders. My brows scrunch together and he rewords his demand. “You want me to kiss you? You have to ask.”
My breath comes on a choked laugh. “I have to ask?”
“Yes…” His voice drops to a husky whisper and he teasingly hovers his lips over mine; I can feel the heat coming from him. “Ask me to kiss you, Ari…”
No matter how brave I feel, it’s still hard for me to be so forward. I know what he’s doing. He’s not pushing me out of my comfort zone to make me uncomfortable. He’s doing it to make me brave.
“I…” I stutter, the words faltering and sticking in the back of my throat. Then I look at him, his soft eyes with those mesmerizing gold flecks, and I muster up all the confidence I own. “I want you to kiss me, Mr. King. Will you…please?”
His eyes react before his body and his lips meet mine before I can prepare myself. He pulls back, straddling me with his long muscular legs and resting his elbows either side of my head. His breath has picked up as his lips brush softly back and forth across mine, teasing me and sending sparks flying through my whole body. I arch my neck, pushing my lips further into his, and he smiles against me.
“Oh, Arianna, what I’m going to do to you…” he growls.
His lips leave mine and he licks and sucks his way down my neck, then he pushes up on his strong arms and sits back. Taking my breasts in his hands, he squeezes and pulls a moan frommy body when his thumbs graze my nipples. My back arches involuntarily, pushing my breasts further into his touch as his hands begin an arousing exploration of my soft skin, searching for pleasure points and finding more than I knew I had. He moves downward, skimming my waist, then back up slowly over my ribcage. More sensual than I ever thought possible.
I let my gaze travel over his body as he touches mine. He’s beautifully proportioned and owns masculine. His stomach muscles are taut, and his V is prominent, drawing my line of sight down to his cock. I can’t help but look. It’s not something I’ve ever felt compelled to do but now, with him, I can’t stop myself. He smirks, then winks, rewarding me for not pulling back, for not withholding my desire to feast my eyes on his body. He lets his hands slide back up, and leans into me, his cock flat against my stomach as he tilts his pelvis toward me.
“I have never wanted anyone as bad as I do you,” he groans. “I want in you, Ari. I want on you and I want over you.”
I stroke his back with my nails, gently at first, then deeper into his skin. He grinds into me harder and I give in to the need to touch him. I leave one hand on his back, clawing gently as I wrap the other hand around his cock.
The way his body reacts to my touch has me feeling empowered. He moves his hips, pushing into my hand. He may be on top, but I now feel like I’m the one in control. Spurred on by the heady feeling, I let my fingers travel down his back and dig my nails into his ass.
“Fuck,” he cusses. His teeth clamp together, wanting to enjoy it but trying not to lose control. “Too much, Stunner. I’m not gonna last,” he pants. He reaches into his top drawer next to the bed, pulls out a condom and puts it on while still straddled over me.
I feel like a voyeur.
My mind still tells me that I shouldn’t be looking, but it’s getting easier to be brave, and the fact that I know he would like me to look, makes me want to watch him even more. He strokes himself slowly after the condom is fitted and I can feel everywhere south of my belly twitch and clench in response.
When I tear my eyes away, I meet his hooded stare. “You like watching me, Ari?” he asks throatily. I nod. “Someday soon you can watch while I come all over your beautiful skin, but right now I want to be inside your tight little pussy. I want to feel your desire grip me when I make you scream.”
He slides his finger between my legs, coaxing my opening, stroking my clitoris with his thumb in rhythmic circular motions and curling his finger inside me. Heat rises through me like the hottest volcano, clouding my brain and drawing me to a height of passion that makes my whole body vibrate. I can’t control the scream that slips past my lips.
“Denham, fuck…” I pant uncontrollably as my body explodes into sharp jerks and shivers. Every nerve shakes as I ride his hand and let the waves of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had ripple through me.
Denham’s hand leaves me, and I feel suddenly empty but not for long. He pumps his cock twice with his hand, takes a deep breath, and then thrusts into me hard. He fills me completely, not allowing my sensitive body enough time to come back to earth.
“I can’t go slow, I want you too bad,” he pants into my ear. “So fucking stunning when you come…so fucking stunning.”
Each thrust builds the tension through my body again. “Holy shit!” I cry. “I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come again.”
I bring my heels up to dig in his ass, wanting him deeper, pulling him into me. “Yes, Ari,” he pants breathlessly. “Ride it,Stunner. Come with me.” His voice is strained and I feel his body tighten along with mine.
He moans as he thrusts hard, driving into me, reaching as far as he can go and taking my body with him. He swells and pulses as he comes and my muscles grip and pull him in. The pleasure is pure and explosive as we both come fast, peaking together and letting our bodies experience a deep carnal connection. He seals my mouth with his, swallowing my cries and letting his tongue lave mine until our bodies start to come down from the crescendo.
We lie entangled with a sheen of sweat covering our bodies and a haze of bliss settling around us as we let our breathing regulate. “Never been so good,” Denham mumbles. He places a lingering kiss on my lips and carefully rolls off me to dispose of the condom, then joins me back in the bed, pulling me tight to him. “You amaze me, you’re amazing.”
I can’t speak. I feel my bottom lip start to quiver and I know that the minute I open my mouth to say something I’m going to cry. I’m not sad or unhappy. I’m overwhelmed, consumed by the feelings running through me, the experiences I’m having and the fact that I’m so damn happy for the first time in forever.
