I lick and suck, feeling his muscles bunching and releasing all through his body while he’s trying to hold on to some kind of self-control. Only, he’s not in control here. I am. I know he’s close. I keep an insistent pace until he grasps my shoulders and drops his hips, leaving my mouth momentarily empty.
“I’m gonna come soon, Stunner, and I want to do it inside of you, please.” His voice is strained.
I look into his eyes. Soft sincerity mixed with a hungry passion looks back and me, and I know I can’t deny him anything.
He reaches down into the pocket of his pants which are still around his ankles, and pulls out a condom, handing it to me. I look between the wrapper and him. “I’ve never…I don’t know how…” I admit.
“Like this…” he says softly.
He rolls it halfway and I feel my pulse accelerate faster watching him touch himself before he gestures for me to complete the action. He screws his eyes up tight when I stroke him gently at first then harder and faster.
“As much as I hate to stop you, I want inside you, like now, Ari…” he orders desperately.
I rise up on my knees, positioning him at my entrance before lowering myself slowly and taking him in all the way. We both let out a groan and I gasp as waves of pleasure radiate to every part of my body and he begins to move inside me, stretching me as far as I can take it and filling me completely with every thrust of his powerful hips. I rise and fall, matching his relentless pace. Our breathing increases until it’s erratic and coupled with moans of pleasure. I flick my head up and catch a glimpse of us in the mirror right in front of me.
I’m mesmerized.
I watch him move inside me. Grinding his hips and pushing as far as he can push. “You like watching us, Ari?” he grates out.
It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen and I feel myself get wetter with every thrust that I watch in our reflection. I dip my head to kiss him and he moves his head to the side.
“Watch. I want you to see what I see when I make you come. You’re close aren’t you, Arianna? I can feel you starting to twitch around my cock.”
He takes both of my hands in his and I place them either side of his head, pinning him and steadying myself as he pushes into me hard. “Look in the mirror and see how sexy you are,” he orders. He drives into me with a force that lifts my knees off the ground, and it triggers tremors through my body.
I watch in the mirror as my jaw drops, letting strangled cries escape as he pounds into me, drawing out, teasing, then pushing back in, balls deep. My muscles start to contract and I know there’s no going back. Where I felt powerful just a few minutes ago, I now feel powerless to Denham and the fierce orgasm that’s building. He’s taken back the control and I’m too far gone to care. I let my eyes close as sensations threaten to overwhelm my body.
“So fucking close, so fucking beautiful…open your eyes now, Stunner.”
Every muscle in my body draws tight for what seems like an eternity, then he thrusts once, twice, and I’m beyond the point of return. Sensations burst through every nerve ending in my body and I throw my head back as my whole body goes into spasm, contracting around him.
“Fuuuuck,” he hisses as I feel him swell before he comes too, his muscles tightening in spasms as he lets out a groan. I let my head rest on his shoulder and he strokes my hair as we both come back down to earth, small tremors making us both shudder in delicious aftershocks. We stay like that until I start to shiver, our bodies sticky with sweat.
I reluctantly peel myself off Denham’s chest, then stand up and extend my hand to help him up. He takes it and tugs, pulling me forward so I land back on his hard glistening body. “You’re really something else, Ari,” he mumbles, kissing me hard on the lips and rolling me over so I’m underneath him.
He hops up quickly, holding out his hand and pulling me up. We move about the room, sorting ourselves out and collecting our clothing that have been strewn around the place, stealing glances at one another and sharing contented grins. I unhook my bra from the handgrips on one of the weight machines and hear Denham snigger.
“No fair, I have more to get dressed into than you,” I pout.
“No, Ari. You have more garments, however, the amount of fabric is certainly less. You know that if you work out in here again, you’re going to have to wear something a little less revealing.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, look how short those shorts are, and that tank…it shows your cute belly button. I don’t want the world to see…” he scuffs at the ground with his foot as his voice trails off.
“Denham…you can’t tell me what to wear,” I say gently.
“I know, but I also don’t want to have to beat the crap out of someone for looking at you the wrong way,” he huffs. “I don’t want to tell you what to wear, but I will ask you to please not torment me.” He stands with his hands on his hips, looking at the ground and I can tell this is hard for him to ask. He’s done nothing but push me to find myself, do what makes me happy, so asking me not to do something is a contradiction.
But I understand.
I understand because I don’t want anyone ogling him the way I do. The thought of another woman having thoughts about touching his body makes me feel rage from the pit of my stomach. I walk toward him, push my hands through the loop inhis arms and wrap around him tight. “I won’t torment you…” I say, looking up into his eyes. “Not in public anyway.”
“Good, because it caused me a shitload of trouble to shut this place for the last hour…” He looks sheepish the moment the words escape from his lips.
“You closed it…that’s why the last person left when I was entering and why no one came in,” I say, more to myself than him.
“I didn’t know what else to do. I saw you walk out of the changing rooms looking like that, all pert and sexy and I didn’t know how I was going to cope knowing that there would be a truck load of guys turning up to work out any minute with their eyes burning into your ass.”
