His hands are everywhere — my stomach, chest, thighs and neck. He’s relentless, mapping out each curve of my body, as if he’s trying to memorize every single inch.
“You’ve gained weight,” but before I can protest, he murmurs. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Butterfly.”
My heart soars, whispering the only words I can muster, “Thank you, Arlo.”
“Don’t thank me Blair, be proud of yourself.” He says with so much enthusiasm. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
He continues tracing the outline of my collarbone with his lips, his hands going up my shirt. The contrast between his warm hands and my cold skin makes me shiver in all the best ways. His touch, his scent, and the way his heart is racing for me is all I can focus on. If this is what heaven feels like, I never want to leave.
He pulls back, enough to help me out of my shirt. My sweats and underwear follow suit, with Arlo tossing them away, not bothered where they land. My eyes are glued to his body while he removes his own clothes, the inked chest directly in front of me. He has so many tattoos, and they look so fucking good on him.
His hair’s grown, and I’m only now noticing how much. It’s a little past his shoulders, the pearly white strands bringing out his eyes. He notices my staring, which is now a habit I don’t want to break, and grins. That little tooth shines bright, and I can’t help but smile in response. This man is so perfect, it’s crazy how much he doesn’t notice it. Physically, he is one of the mostattractive men to have ever walked the Earth. However, it’s not his looks that got me, but his mind that I fell in love with.
He has a heart of gold, and his kindness is unlike anything I’ve ever known. Arlo De Santis is my home, now and forever. Without him, I’d be lost. I’d still be that little girl, trapped with the demons inside of her head. He’s the reason I keep moving forward, because I know that if I falter, or take a step back, he’ll be right there to push me into the right direction.
He’s the light of my life, the only person that can make me happy.
When he kisses me, it's different. It feels like he’s pouring all of his emotions into this kiss, all of his love and devotion. He shows me, through little things, just how much I mean to him, and I’m struggling not to break down right now.
“I love you, Butterfly,” he mutters. “Now and always.”
His fingers reach down, pressing against my clit. He groans when he finds me already drenched for him, pausing the kiss for a moment as he pulls back. His eyes are snapped shut, his jaw clenched.
“You’re soaked,” he croaks out, and when he opens his eyes, I’m met with the most intense gaze. He’s gone completely feral, barely holding himself back. “Is it all for me?”
“All for you, Baby,” I murmur. “Always for you.”
Arlo groans, pulling his fingers back and bringing them to his lips. He doesn’t look away from me while he sucks them clean, my throat drying up at the sight.
“You taste so good.”
“Arlo…” I pant.
“Yes, Butterfly?”
“Please don’t keep me waiting.”
Arlo grins. “As you wish.”
He positions himself between my legs, his lips crashing down on mine as he snaps his hips forward. A deep moan comes from me as he bottoms out, hitting that sweet spot inside of me without even trying. My walls tighten around him, making him groan in response.
He starts thrusting, leaning back a little to look at me. He picks up the pace, his hands roaming all over my chest, before he leans in, taking one of my erect nipples into his mouth. My body arches into his touch, my brain going into a frenzy.
“Arlo, please,” I whimper, and that’s when he starts fucking me like a madman. He’s been waiting for this, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need it to happen just as much as he did. His cock is reaching the deepest parts of me, and my body yearns for more.
“Yes, Butterfly? Tell me what you need.”
His gravelly voice isn’t helping. It echoes in my ears, and I can practically see stars.
“More. I just need more.”
He pauses for a moment, provoking a whimper out of me. He doesn’t comment on the sound, but he doesn’t need to. His little smirk tells me everything I need to know — he’s very pleased with himself.
He pulls my legs up, propping them on each of his shoulders, and doesn’t give me a second to comprehend what’s happening. He starts thrusting into me again, his deep moans reaching my ears. He’s so deep, and the intensity of his movements is makingthe familiar sensation build in the pit of my stomach. It’s been there for quite some time now, ready for Arlo.
“You’re going to come soon,” he mutters, the devilish glint in his eyes appearing. “I can feel it.”
