“Is that your way of saying you love me, too?” I wiggle my eyebrows with a smirk.
“I love you, Ariana Ray DeVille, with everything that I am.” In an instant, our mouths are locked again. Our breath is ragged, our movements frenzied as we touch each other. I slide my hand beneath the waistband of his sweats and find no other fabric barrier. He hisses against my lips as I grasp his hard cock.
Holy shit, I’m touching his cock!
He groans when I drag my hand down to the base and then up to the tip, slick with pre-cum. His hand skates along my thigh and slips into my sleep shorts and then my panties. He trails a finger through the wetness there, gliding easily up to my clit. Fuck, it feels so good when he touches me. A gasp escapes my lips when he pushes a finger inside me, then a second, stretching me gently. When he pumps them in and out, his thumb pressing against my clit, my body moves along with him. I grind down and throw my head back.
“That’s it, baby,” he grits out, his voice low and gravely. “Fuck my hand. I want to feel you come around my fingers.” A shudder runs through me at his words, and my orgasm builds quickly. A month ago, I could barely get him to talk, and now he’s telling me to come while his fingers are inside me.
I almost forget what I’m doing, lost in the pleasure. But I’ve still got my hand wrapped around his dick and start pumping it. I’m close. So goddamn close. I slam my mouth back on his, tangling my other hand into his hair. He likes it a little rough and I’m more than happy to give him what he wants. We’re so wound up it only takes a few more seconds to send us both over the edge. I fall first, but he’s right behind me. My walls clench around his fingers. Warm cum spurts into my hand. Our cries of release are whispered into each other’s mouths like a wish. Like a song. Like a promise.
We’re still breathing heavily when his fingers slip out of me. Iwhine, immediately wanting them back. He slowly brings his hand to his mouth as he holds my gaze. “I know I said I would have my head between your thighs the next time I tasted you, but I can’t resist.” He pops his fingers between his lips and sucks them clean.
I almost come again from the sight alone.
With the tiny bit of my brain that’s working, I say, “Me, neither.” Unwrapping my hand from his still half-hard cock, I pull it out of his pants and slowly trail my tongue along my palm. It’s musky and salty and a little bitter, but the way his eyes are locked on me as I lick his cum off my hand makes me want to have it for dessert every damn night.
He groans and pumps his hips up into mine, pulling me in for another kiss. Tasting myself on his tongue, mixing my flavor with his in our mouths, his mostly-hard cock pressing against my wet pussy through our clothes, brings me to a second orgasm that catches me off guard. I’m shaking and whimpering in his arms, crying out his name into his mouth.
“You coming is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He holds me as my body calms down, his arms around my waist, my face nestled in the crook of his neck. In his arms, I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel… complete.
After I shower and quietly climb into bed, Lil rolls over to face me. “I bet a million bucks you’ve moved past kissing.” She grins like a lunatic.
“I plead the fifth.”
Lil snorts, and I smile. I’ll transfer a million to her account tomorrow.
Chapter 42
Just running errands in wet panties, nbd
Ariana
Taking a sip of my coffee, I look over the shopping list I made on my phone at the kitchen counter. Luca walks by on his way from the gym and detours to give me a quick kiss before going upstairs to take a shower. I watch him walk away, biting my lower lip. When he’s out of sight, I turn back to my list with a sigh. Becca chuckles and my head snaps up, my eyes wide because I totally forgot she was standing there, and find her smirking at me.
I shoot her a glare. “Rude,” I mumble.
“Who’s rude?” Lil asks, coming into the kitchen.
“Becca. I don’t know why we put up with the disrespect.” Becca laughs again and comes over to give me a kiss on the forehead.
“You’re such a silly one, my sweet girl. And so very in love with that boy.”
“Maybe I just want him for his body,” I shrug, keeping my face neutral.
“Maybe I’d call you a liar.” Becca puts her hands on her hips, shaking her head disapprovingly.
“Yeah, yeah.” I wave her off.
With a final chuckle, she heads off to go about her business.
I give the list on my phone one last check. “Okay, I think that’s everything we need to make a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting with Callie.”
“I call dibs on the frosting bowl.”
“You don’t think the little kid should get the frosting bowl?”
She thinks it over. For about three seconds. “Nope, dibs. And I fully intend to fight any kids either of us has for the frosting bowls, forever.”
