She gags, and spits, and pulls back.
I hold on to her for one more second. Just one more second and then… release.
“Shit,” I mumble. “Holy fucking shit.” I open my eyes and look at her. Come dripping over her lips as she stares at me.
“Come here,” I say, pulling her up into my lap. “This is what you do afterward.”
I swipe the come off her face with my fingers and press them up to her lips. She opens, unsure what to do.
“Lick it,” I say. “Lick it off my fingers.”
And she does.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – ARIA
He holds me after we’re done. Just holds me in his arms on the couch. I have never felt so loved in my life. Even though almost everything we just did was new and scary, it was thrilling and worth it.
All of it. All of my firsts with him.
We spend the weekend together but also apart. I wanted to sleep over that night but he said no. He wanted to take me home. But would I be interested in going on a date tomorrow night?
We did go out on Saturday. He took me to a movie and we ate popcorn and laughed, and had fun. But the real fun was when he took me home to his apartment and we tried more new things. I sat on his face and he ate me until I came all over it. And he stuck his finger in my ass once too. I came immediately when he did that and he called me a dirty little deviant whom he never wanted to let go.
Then he took me home again. Firm in the belief that we will date and not play house, as he called it. Date. Because he wanted me to experience dating.
Then the weekend was over and I went back to class, and he went back to work, and we didn’t see each other all week. Just talked on the phone every night before bed until the weekend rolled around and we went on dates again.
On Friday he took me to dinner and even though I wore a skirt, much to my disappointment, he didn’t finger me under the table.
“No more of that right now,” he said. “One day we’ll play those games again, but not now.”
At first I complained. I didn’t understand. But he said, “I want to do this right, Aria.” And that’s all I needed to hear.
After dinner we went to his place again and we tried out some bondage. Just me tied to his bed with silk scarves. He left the room for what seemed like ages. Left me naked and horny. Craving him as he watched TV and had a drink.
And when he came back I was desperate for him. So desperate all he had to do was stick one finger inside me and I gushed.
He said one day, if I’m a very good girl, he’ll show me what men really do to women tied to their beds.
I wanted to try immediately, but he said no. Just… one day.
That Saturday we went to the horse races and he let me pick all his bets, then went to the counter to place them. We ate lunch in the clubhouse and won sixty dollars on my picks.
That night he took me home and asked me if I’d ever watched porn before.
No. But I wanted to. So he put some on and asked which ones made me want to fuck him.
All of them, I decided. All of them. He had a toy to put in my butt that night. A crystal plug made for beginners. Because he said he could tell I’d like it. But he had to do it right or I wouldn’t come back for seconds. He fucked me with that in my ass. Twice. And both times I came instantly.
I got on the pill too. He took me to a doctor Friday afternoon and waited outside while I had my exam, and I came out with a prescription that we filled together at the drugstore nearby. He can’t come inside me without a condom yet—which I do not want to use—but soon, he promised. Soon we’ll have that first together too.
And then spring break was over and so was my Photoshop class. I went back in to high school with a Photoshop certificate that counted as credit and a sore pussy from my magical two weeks with a thirty-five-year-old man.
While all my friends chatted and talked about their tropical vacations with their parents, I daydreamed about what it would feel like to have Ryker’s cock in my ass. I got myself so worked up I went into the bathroom during calculus, braced myself again the stall wall, and rubbed my clit through my panties until I came.
And all afternoon I smelled my desire for him as I sat at my desk pretending to be interested in American literature.