“Yours,” I moan, pushing my ass against his.
Staring at where we’re joined, he pounds into me savagely until we’re both climaxing together.
I fall limp in a shuddering heap as he spurts the last of his cum with slow grinds of his hips. Once he’s done, he slides one arm around my stomach and pulls my back to his front. Kissing up my shoulder to my ear, he sucks the lobe into this mouth until I sigh.
“You good, angel?”
I shake my head. “You’re not naked.”
His chest vibrates with his low and guttural laugh. Releasing me, he strips off his clothes while I watch him in the mirror. My insatiable eyes take in every expanse and ridge and valley of his golden brown skin.
He takes my hand, pulling me into the shower. Turning on the knob, he has us drenched in seconds, then switches it off. Icaress and explore the row of his eight-pack abs while he reaches around me to grab the shower gel off the shelf.
My eyes drift close in pleasure when he lathers me up with gentle hands. He takes his time, eyes roving everywhere his fingers touch me. The reverence in them tug at my heartstrings.
“I have a surprise for you.”
“Wow, really?” I gasp giddily. It’s been so long since anyone’s surprised me. “Can I get a hint?”
“Nope.”
I pout.
“That won’t work.” He kisses me sweetly. “You’ll have to be a patient.”
“For how long?”
“Soon.”
“So mysterious,” I tease.
He smirks, turning me around to shampoo my hair. I feel weak in the knees at how expertly he massages the roots of my hair, slowly gliding his fingers through each strand. It’s so hypnotic that I can’t hide my moans.
“Ari,” he groans in pain, his rigid shaft teasing the crack of my ass. “Stop driving me crazy. Or you’ll be riding my cock for the next three days.”
“I’m s-sorry. I can’t help it. You’re too good at this.”
“Bite your lip until I’m finished.”
It takes herculean efforts, but I manage to stay quiet while basking in his care. When I turn around to do the same to him after he rinses me off, he gently pushes my hands down by my sides.
“I’m hanging on by a thread, angel. You touch me and I’ll end up taking you again,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “You need rest for the fundraiser tonight. Okay?”
My shoulders slump, realizing he’s right.
“Go on. I’ll finish up quickly and join you in bed.”
“Okay.” Giving him a smooch, I step out of the shower and grab a towel. After drying myself, I put on a robe and enter the bedroom.
Lured by the inviting and fluffy mattress, I inch toward it and sit down. Before I know it, I’m lying back against the pillow and closing my eyes.
The jetlag and the orgasms work their magic and I pass out.
Chapter Fifty
Nathan
The bellman delivers the bags while Arya is still sleeping in the bedroom.
