He knows I like to watch him. I think I could actually come just by watching—The way his chest shudders as he’s trying to retain his control; the way the moans get caught in his throat when I know he wants let go. I know he likes to watch me, too. The voyeur in us creeps out when we are together. I have no desire to watch anyone else but him though. The erotic wayhe moves his hand, the way his breaths gets faster with every stroke. It’s rhythmic. I feel empty because I want him inside me but the pressure of an orgasm is building and I feel like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t touch me. IfIdon’t touch me.
I slip my fingers between my legs and instantly ignite, the sensations bouncing through my body kick up a notch and I moan, knowing it will drive him crazy as much as needing to release the tension I had held in my chest.
I want to taste him, to feel him. I want him inside of me but I know he won’t do it so I focus on the sensation, and the reality in front of me. Denham King taking himself in hand.
He cups my face and draws my head upwards toward him, forcing me to kneel up as high as I can go. Then he takes my mouth with his. He’s firm and commanding, caught up in the moment, but he’s not nasty or vicious.
He’s claiming.
Claiming me.
Claiming what we have and letting me know that nothing has changed. In fact, it’s strengthening. With every shared breath, every intimate touch, I’m falling harder for him.
His tongue sweeps the roof of my mouth, and I whimper at the sensation it sends down my spine. He plays my body effortlessly, and for a second I question how he’s so damn good at this. My stomach churns at the thought, but Denham kisses me harder and all the negativity dissolves. It disperses, leaving behind an electrifying certainty.
His hand moves faster as he continues to stroke himself and he kisses me harder, groaning in my mouth.
I pull back, look him in the eye and grin before I bend at the waist to take his cock in my mouth.
I suck in just the tip and he keeps stroking with his hand, and when I look up at him with my mouth full, he shudders. “Fuck,Stunner.” His words rush out on a needy breath, which makes me suck him harder. “I’m close…Ari, are you close?”
I nod. Iamclose. Real close.
My fingertips work in faster circles, pushing harder, needing to find more friction. He strokes faster and we both moan as we reach the point of orgasm.
He grates out a “Fuuuuck” between gritted teeth and rests his free hand gently on the back of my head. His hips start to twitch and his face tightens.
“Ari…I’m going to come, you don’t have t—” I cut off his words by sucking harder. He grunts from deep in his chest and seeing him reach his climax starts the spasms of my own orgasm to detonate and roll through my body. I moan around his cock at the same time as he explodes and comes in my mouth. Our climaxes peak simultaneously and meet, causing our bodies to convulse and shiver.
It feels like it lasts forever, when in reality it’s just a few seconds.
Denham braces his hands on the side of the tub, and I collapse back on shaky legs into the bubble filled water. Both of us are panting and trying to catch our breath.
When Denham raises his head to look at me, he grins and shakes his head.
“What?” I say innocently.
“You, Ari,” he says grabbing up a fresh, dry towel and holding it open for me to wrap up in. “Just you. Come on, time to get out,” he orders.
I stand carefully. my legs are still unsteady and I realize where the saying ‘Weak at the knees’ comes from. He helps me get out and wraps me tight in the white fluffy towel. He doesn’t release me. Instead, he pulls me into him and gazes into my eyes. He sees right into my soul, I’m sure. “Every hour we spend together, you amaze me more and more, Stunner.” He pausesand brushes the stray hairs from my face. “You’re stronger than you know,” he whispers, before placing a gentle, lingering kiss on my forehead. I lean into him, feeling the warmth of his lips and every emotion he’s trying to convey.
Chapter 4
Arianna
After defeating the purpose of actually getting washed and freshened up in the bath, we both shower. Separately, I might add. There is no way we would have been ready in time if we had showered together, it’s just not possible. So here I am, sitting in Denham’s lounge, waiting. My knee bounce is getting higher, threatening to smack me in the chin at any minute, and my nerves are starting to fray. I try and talk myself into the logic of the situation, but it’s not working. It’s just making every minute take longer to get here, and although I know it’s ridiculous, I can’t help it.
Of course, I’m waiting for Denham’s mom to arrive. I tried to convince him that I really didn’t need looking after, but he wasn’t having any of it. And I really shouldn’t be as nervous as I am. She’s just another person. I’m sure she’s pleasantenough, and it’s not like I haven’t met a boyfriend’s mom before. Boyfriend? Is that even the right word for us? Isn’t that a word teenagers would use? I’m certainly not a teenager anymore, but I have no idea what I would even call him. It’s too soon to be anything like partner, or other half…Oh hell, I don’t know. I wasn’t this nervous when I met Aaron’s parents. Then it dawns on me. I wasn’t nervous because it didn’t matter, because I didn’t care if they liked me. This matters. I don’t want to try and make her like me, but I want her to like me for me, and I’m not even sure who that person is right now. I seem to have caused so much trouble, so much worry since I stumbled into Denham’s life, that I’m afraid she will be protective of her son and think I’m no good for him…and maybe she would be right.
I need to call Lottie. I need her no nonsense, straight talking, kick up the butt to bring me back to reality before self-doubt sets in and my feet make a path out of here.
I know she’s working, but I try and call anyway. Lucky for me she has her cell in her pocket when she’s at work, so she’s able to pick up.
“Hey, babe,” she answers chirpily.
“Lottie, you have to help me,” I answer desperately.
“What’s happened? Is something wrong?”
