“Are you sure about this, Arie?” I ask. I know this is nothing like our first time, but I also don’t want her to make at decisions she might regret. She looks at me, her eyes impatient, and reaches down to take my thick cock in her small hand, and guide its quivering head to her soft pussy. “I guess you’re sure,” I say with a moan at the feeling of her hand wrapped around me.
“If you don’t get inside me soon, Pierce, I may just have to take care of myself,” she jokes impatiently. But the aching tip of my cock has already sensed that her warm, moist depths are so close, and I’m not sure I could stop if I wanted to. Suddenly, she grabs my ass and pulls it downwards toward her, and we are one once again. It feels even better than I remembered.
“Fuck, Arie,” I groan as I her tight pussy wraps around my thick cock; she is snug, and our fit is perfect this time, and everything about our bodies meeting is fucking delicious.
We rock and rut; I pull her legs up, so they are on either side of my head, so I can lose myself balls deep into her sweet, snug folds. She matches me blow for blow, demanding my everything, and giving me more than I ever could have imagined in return.
“Yes, Pierce! Harder!” she cries as her nails scrape and rake against any part of my body she can get her hands on. “I need you to fuck me harder.”
I gladly oblige, giving her every scrap of energy I have, and relish the look on her face as her next orgasm takes her over. As I feel her inside muscles milking me, I come too, hot and hard. Then we fall down onto the stairs in a satisfied heap together.
I can’t stop smiling, feeling like a version of a teenager I never got to be, as I hold her glossy, sweaty body against mine, trying to force my breath return to an even pace.
“Shit,” she says eventually. “I didn’t expect tonight to end that way.”
“I didn’t either, but I’m not sorry it did. Do you regret it?” I ask, suddenly wary. I hadn’t planned for us to end up like this, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I think I would be devastated if she said it was a mistake.
“No, I don’t regret it. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about everything going on with me sooner. But I just didn’t even know where to start. Maybe we should have started here and worked backwards,” she says with a smile.
“I can’t believe you would even consider giving me another chance, Arie. I don’t deserve it,” I say gently, lazily stroking her smooth skin.
“Yes, you do deserve it. And so do I. And when you’ve survived the things we have, it makes you realize that you can’t keep worrying about what the past, or even the future. You just have to live in the here and now.”
I can hear just how much being sick has changed her, and I wish with all of my heart that she hadn’t been forced to grow up in such a horrible way. There is such a softness about her now; all of her naiveté is gone, and she has grown into a world-weary woman. It makes me deeply sad in a way I can’t describe. She deserved to have an easy life… not a life like this.
“Life is for the living, you know?” I agree. “After my accident, I was in so much pain all the time. I couldn’t imagine going on that way. But the pain subsided, eventually. And after a while, you find things to live for. Like Chloe. And my work. And maybe… us.”
She reaches up and brushes my cheek. “You’re so brave, Pierce. So strong. I’ve never met anyone who turned their life around like you. And honestly, the SEAL thing is pretty damn sexy, I have to say.”
“Ah, now we get to the crux of the matter. You only want me because I’m a soldier,” I joke.
“Well, obviously,” she says as she props herself up on the stairs. Her soft, silky curtain of hair drops down across her face, and I reach up and brush it away. She grins and dips her head down to suckle tenderly at my nipples, and I find myself shuddering. I’d never really put much thought into how reactive my own nipples could be, but out of nowhere, I can feel the rest of me coming to life again too. I stare at her beautiful face, amazed as my cock rears up again, ready to fill her up once more. “But… I also want you because of that damn perfect cock.”
I laugh and reach for her, but she puts a hand on my chest, and stops me from lifting up to kiss her. Then she bends her head towards my cock. I groan as she takes my thick manhood in her nimble fingers, and hungrily licks away the bead of milky fluid that has appeared on the head. She circles it with her expert tongue, and then envelops me with her soft, warm mouth, and sucks gently. She creates a perfect symphony of pleasure, rising up and down, her mouth and hand moving in perfect unison. Her pressure is firm, and the sensation is practically paralyzing. I lay completely still, incapable of doing anything other than groaning softly and relishing the waves of pleasure rushing through my entire body.
“Arie, you should probably stop,” I say, gently trying to push her away. I want to hear her come again, be inside of her again. She looks so beautiful beneath me, all I want is to experience the sensation of throbbing inside of her while she rides me on top. I try to edge her into my lap, but she shoves my hands away.
?
?No Pierce, I want you to come. You deserve this,” she says, parroting back my own words, the sounds of her voice vibrating down my shaft as she takes me back into her mouth again. My hips rise to plummet deeper into her, and she willingly accepts. My eyes slam shut as the thrashing in my balls becomes borderline painful, while desire drives itself in swirling torrents throughout my entire body.
“Oh, shit, Arie!” I cry as I unexpectedly come again, and come hard, my seed exploding out of me into her waiting mouth. She swallows, and wraps her hand around my length in soft strokes, as she curls up next to me.
“We should probably get some sleep before Chloe wakes up. And you have work tomorrow,” she says with a mischievous smile, then leans over to kiss me on the lips.
I can’t stop staring at her. This isn’t the Arie I knew as a teenager. This isn’t even the Arie I said goodbye to before I left for the SEALs. This is woman I don’t know, and she is a woman I want to learn everything about.
She is a woman I could love…
Part Three
Arie
We’ve just landed back in New York, and I’m completely terrified. After three weeks in Auckland, and a week touring around the rest of the country, Pierce decided we needed to go back to Manhattan to deal with some things. He needed to wrap up some business at the Manhattan office, close things up at the penthouse, and… oh, right. Pay off the loan sharks that I owe my life to.
After a month of arguing about it, crying, and threatening to go back to New York on my own if he didn’t stop offering, I finally relented and agreed to let Pierce give me the money. And I only agreed if it would be in the form of a loan that I could work off by acting as both his receptionist and Chloe’s caretaker. I still haven’t summoned up the courage to tell him about Chloe, but I’ve decided I’m going to do it before we go back to New Zealand for good. I figure then, if he doesn’t ever want to see me again, he will have the option of making that decision before we embark on this huge life change together.
We’ve also been together a lot more in a way that I never imagined we would be again. That night after dinner, when we both put our cards on the table and then had that incredible sex on the stairs, something changed between us. A spark was reignited that hasn’t been there since we were teenagers. But it was better than when we were teenagers. We were old friends who had discovered each other again, but who had grown into fully-formed human beings. We knew the worst about each other, and still we wanted to be together.