He doesn’t need to be told twice. He pulls my legs to wrap around his waist, and I oblige automatically. He holds the back of my thighs, angling my body upward. His thrusts reach deeper, and my eyes roll to the back of my head in pure ecstasy.
“You’re so beautiful, butterfly,” he croaks out, voice full of emotions. He snaps his hips into mine, leaning down and capturing my lips in another deep kiss. “All mine.”
“Only yours.”
My words are muffled by the kiss, but I know he heard me. He growls into my mouth, going rougher. My mind is a frenzy, a state of complete and utter bliss. His hands roam all over my body, touching every inch of it.
His lips follow suit — I can feel them everywhere. He sucks on my collarbone, then drags his tongue all over the pulse point on my neck. He nibbles on the spot, alternating between using his lips and his teeth. The sensations cause my mind to go into overdrive, and I’m slowly, but surely, reaching the highest peaks.
“Arlo,” my voice is barely above a whisper.
“Yes, butterfly?”
I can’t form words when I see him. Droplets of sweat drip down his forehead, his hair messy, thrown back. His pupils are blown out, the grey barely visible from the size of his pupil.
“I love you.”
He doesn’t stop the intense movements. Instead, he goes rougher, deeper, and faster because he knows it’s exactly what I need. He smiles, the softness of his expression making my heart flutter.
“I love you more, butterfly.”
My arms wrap around his head, and I hold onto him for dear life. He grabs my waist, then pulls me to sit on his lap. The change of the position makes me moan loudly, feeling just howdeep he can reach.
“I’ll guide you.”
I nod when he puts his hands on my ass. He squeezes it tightly, then starts moving me up and down on his cock. My head falls back, hands on his shoulders for support as I try to mimic the movements on my own.
Arlo’s expression of love, arousal, and need for me only fuel the desire to please him better. I grip his shoulders tightly, bouncing on his lap roughly. Every thrust is met with a growl of approval, and that causes my ego to skyrocket.
“That’s it,” he moans. “That’s my good girl.”
Shivers spread all throughout my body, goosebumps prickling my skin at the praise. My breathing is heavy, and I try my best to keep up with the rough rhythm he set up for us.
“I’m so close.”
“That’s okay,” he murmurs, leaning forward and kissing my neck. “Let me see you fall apart for me, butterfly. Come on my cock.”
My head falls back, my vision clouded by a wave of pleasure I’ve never felt before. I can’t stop the orgasm that hits me roughly, and Arlo slams me down on his cock one last time as I come undone.
He follows suit, groaning deeply, not once taking his eyes off me as he reaches his climax, filling the condom entirely. He holds me there until we’re both done riding the waves of our orgasms, then he slowly releases me, and I slump against his chest.
He lies back down, hugging me tightly and securely against his chest, and pulling a thin blanket over us. His heart is beating furiously against my ear, and I can swear our hearts are beating in sync.
“You did so well, butterfly,” he mutters, kissing the top of my head.
I melt against him, burying my face more into his chest,trying to mold myself against him. He laughs softly, then adjusts his grip on me and holds me tighter. Neither of us speaks for a moment, trying to regain our breathing.
I’m about to speak, but I hear his phone ring in the pocket of the pants he discarded earlier. With a groan, he slowly detangles himself from me, taking the condom off and throwing it in the small trashcan next to the dresser. With a sigh, he bends, picks the phone up from his pocket, and puts it on his ear.
“Arlo speaking.”
That formal tone of his does something to me. It’s the way he always answers the phone, and it’s different from the usual, gentle voice he has when he’s talking to me.
In an instant, his entire body goes rigid, and I frown. I sit up, wrapped in the blanket, just staring at his face. My eyes widen when I see his own swell with tears. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak, and for a moment, I’m terrified he isn’t even breathing.
“Repeat that.”
After a few moments, the phone just falls out of his hand, landing on the floor with a loud thud. I scurry to my feet, standing in front of him. Worry spreads through my body, and I can’t help but feel pain at the state he’s in.
