“This… I’ve never… I didn’t realize,” he stumbles, sounding apologetic. “I’m a little overwhelmed,” he admits, watching my lips.
“You mean you don’t always turn the room into an ice cave when you…?” I bite the corner of my lip and leave the suggestive words hanging, hoping it will lighten the mood.
“You aren’t like anything I’ve ever experienced.” Ares places his hand on my lower back and leans over, so he is holding me. “I can feel you on my skin.” His eyes close as if he’s focusing on the sensation. “Even when you aren’t touching me.” Prowling over me, he lays me down until my back hits the mattress.
“I’m trying not to let myself go,” he breathes, rolling his hips against mine. Holy hell, the difference in feeling with his pants off is night and day. I can feel him between my legs, my panties a barely there barrier.
“I want you to let go.” My fingernails dig into his lower back, and I raise my hips off the bed to get that closeness back when he tries to retreat.
“Ihave no idea what could happen, I’m not sure we’re even on the same plane of existence right now.”
“You’re thinking way too much Ares. You’re mine,I was made for you.” I don’t care if we’re on the fucking moon. All I know is I need him. There’s no room for questions. “Love me.”
Ares’s lips crash to mine,any self-control he might have been clinging to is gone. The cold intensifies, but he’s here with me, and the fire inside me is enough to burn us both up. Ares makes a fist over my hip, gathering the lacy material of my panties, and they grow tight before I hear the fabric tear and they immediately loosen.
He rocks against me, and I tighten my knees over his hips while he uses his other hand to pull off what’s left of my undies. “We need a condom.” Ares almost whimpers at my words, his forehead dropping to my collarbone. He lips and tongue trace all over my chest like he can’t help himself. I push my hands on his shoulders, and repeat, “Condom?”
He makes his way a little farther down until he’s level with my breast. He places a warm open mouth kiss right over my nipple. His tongue swirling around the tip before he sucks me into his mouth. My back rises clear off the bed, my hands threading into his hair, digging in. He makes a low sound that vibrates across my skin. The muscles low in my belly clench, needing something more.
I cry out when I feel the blunt edges of his teeth on my hardened nipple, it’s never enough to hurt, but damn does it make me crave him even more. When I think I can’t handle another second, he switches sides, his free hand going to the breast his lips just left to massage as he tortures the other side with his mouth.
My hips are rocking against him, but it doesn’t offer much relief, Ihave the weight of his body, not the length of him, and that’s what I really need. Ares releases me from his mouth, both hands moving to massage and pinch my nipples as he slides even lower on my stomach. He kisses my navel and right beneath. I suck in a breath, the heat of his lips almost too much.
Grasping my thighs as he rises, I watch him move toward the closet. He’s only gone a second before he returns, with a small gold square in his hand. He tosses it on the bed, his hands going to his boxers, lowering them inch by inch. I’m transfixed. I can’t decide if I want to see his mark, or the rest of him. Thankfully, I don’t really have to choose, because once the material slides down his legs, I can see his entire identifying mark. It curls over the indents of his lower abdominals, almost to theverytop of his thigh.
I swallow as I get a glimpse of the rest of him. I’m not an idiot, I know what a penis looks like. I mean, I’ve had health class and read books that have described it, but I’ve never really seen one. It’s not like I had access to all the porn sites the kids at school talked about, so seeing Ares fully nude is a little intimidating.
His hand comes up and he closes his fingers around his erection near the base. He has a small, dark patch of hair that leads up to a thin trail to his navel. From there it’s dappled up his abs before spreading out over his pectorals.My eyes are drawn back down to his hand and I watch, fascinated, as he does one lazy stroke from root to tip. “If you keep looking at me like that,Cara, I might not lastverylong.” Ares’s voice is husky, which only serves to excite me more.
Releasing himself, he kneels on the bed and stalks closer to me. His shoulders rolling with each movement as he nears. I fall back against the bed, expecting him climb over me. His eyes scan my body, apparently just as eager to see all of me as I was to see him. His eyes close and he licks over his lips. “Yup, gonna be over real quick,” he mutters, almost to himself.
Ares kneels near my feet, sitting back on his heels, and his erection is standing out with a slight curve near the tip. I’ve read so many descriptions about what it feels like, velvet over steel, hard but smooth. I’m more than eager to see if any of thosereallyfit. While I’m looking at him, it jerks like it was pulled by a string and Ares makes a low sound. My eyes jump up to his as he grabs hold of my foot. “What’s it feel like?” I bite the corner of my lip, feeling sillyI’m asking that question right now.
“A little too good, considering you’re only looking at me.” Ares slides my foot to the side, opening my legs a little.
“No, I mean when you touch it.”
“I’d imagine it feels about the same as it feels when you touch yourself.” Ares pushes my other foot to the side making room so he can crawl between my legs. “Good, but nothing like this. Just the way you’re looking at me has me aboutto explode.”
I shake my head, he’s still not understanding. “I want to know how your skin feels, how hard you are, is it like velvet?”
Ares freezes, his head lowering on his neck so I can no longer see his face. “Jesus Christ.”
I roll my lips behind my teeth, guessing I should have left the question for later. I can be so awkward. “Sorry, I’ll shut up.”
In a flash Ares dips his head and bites the inside of my thigh. I yelp in surprise, going up on my elbows I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t talk like that,” he almost growls. “You can say whatever the fuck you want, ask me anything you want. Hell, I’ll roll over and you can run a fucking scientific experiment, but once you get your hands on me, I can’t guaranteeI won’t start the party before we’re both ready. You know what I’m saying?”
“You’re going to masturbate?”
Ares lets out a long breath of air, lowering his chest to the mattress and look up at me from between my legs. “No, I mean if you touch me, I’ll probably come, and I’d rather wait until I can do that with you.”
I nod, thinking I’d rather do that with him too, and it’s a little weird having this conversation with his face twelve inches away frommy center. “Okay, let’s do that together,” I add quickly. NowthatI’m not pre-occupied with thoughts of touching him, I feel a little self-conscious about where he is.
A wide grin lifts his lips. Ares inches a little higher as he prowls up my body, and I feel the brush of his chest against my thighs. I close my eyes and let my head fall to the bed. One touch and I’m too lost to care, the need that was riding me before he got up to get the condom is back.
I reach down to grab his shoulders, wanting his lips again. Instead, Ares drops an open mouth kiss over my hip, way south of my belly button. My lips fall open as my neck arches. I don’t know how I can feel his kiss, in two places, but it definitely echoes between my legs.
I feel the stubble on his chin graze over my sensitive skin, he’s still kissing me, but he’s moving from my hip to the center of my stomach. I suck in a breath, unable to even exhale when his chin rasps across my small patch of pubic hair.
