That once the lust is out of our systems, he’ll go back to being cold. However, being surrounded by his warmth, his passion, I can’t care about any of it.
In this moment, I’m all his.
Our tongues tangle together, sucking on each other in fervor.
He fucks my mouth in time to his fingers ramming inside my pussy. My thighs shake from the slap of his wrist every time he bottoms out.
His apology is just like him.
Domineering.
Vicious.
Maddening.
“Come for me.” He flicks my clit over and over with the pad of his thumb. “Show me you forgive me. Be a good little girl and drench my fingers in your cum.”
As if his words have a direct connection to the fire in my belly, I fall apart at the seams and climax hard.
His palm slaps over my lips, cutting off my cries as I let the ecstasy roll down my body in luxurious waves.
My limbs turn into jelly, held up only by his fingers inside my core.
He lazily strokes and fucks me until I finish riding the edge.
As soon as it’s over and his hand glides away, I stare at the wall in dread. The reality of what occurred, whatIlet happen, dawns on me.
I wait anxiously for the inevitable distance he’ll put between us.
The cruelty with which he’ll treat me like a stranger.
Throw me away after using my body and my desire for him against me.
All the fear I felt at his hurtful treatment from last time haunts me.
I tense up like a rubber band seconds away from snapping in two when he gently lowers my arm from the wall.
He’s going to dump me now.
Both his arms circle my waist, hugging me from behind. His warm breath skates across my shoulder as he presses the softest kiss. A long, lingering touch of his lips.
My brows pull together at the unexpected tenderness.
“Stop thinking, Ari,” he sighs.
“Are you preparing me before you push me away?”
A teasing nip of his teeth against my collarbone before he grumbles, “I’m not going to be an asshole like last time.”
A smile spreads over my face before I can stop it. Leaning into him, I murmur, “You never apologized for that.”
“If you want me to make you come again, just say so.” Gently turning me around in his arms, he caresses my mound over my dress. “I’ll use my mouth this time.”
A deep flush travels to my cheeks. “I-I’m good.”
“You sure?” His hand skims toward the gap in my dress while he backs me up against the wall.
Nerves dance along my skin in anticipation.
