10
ROYA
HEIGHTENED AWARENESS MADE EVERY one of Aris’s touches more potent, each color brighter, every heady reaction even more erotic.
Conscious thought seeped away from me, leaving only him.
He had bound me in silken ropes. My legs. My pussy. My ass. My clit.
Every movement, each motion sending sinful sensations spilling out from the center of my core.
His kisses and caresses and his coarse low words spun me into an aroused addiction for this one man above all others.
“You can touch me now.”
Pleasure rippled through me when I took his granted permission and glided my hands up the delicious muscles of his arms. Across his shoulders. Down his laddered back.
Now he unthreaded each lash, my body swelling more as new blood returned. My nipples popped out. My clit engorged heatedly. The opening of my sex pulsed and the tighter hole buried between my cheeks felt feverish.
As Aris sensuously removed all the ropes, I was returned to a deep level of myself. And even more in tune with him.
Roaming all over my body with hands and lips and murmured words, he captured me in the sensual web he spun. After leaving my nipples wet and puffy and tender, he brought his mouth to my sex. He widened my thighs and lay right between them, the stubble on his jaw making my breath go wobbly.
He spent so much time tantalizing me with his tongue. Sliding into my tight passage with one finger and then one more. Making sure I was with him all the way while he played my body until the tautness enveloped me, and I was as open as I could be, so wet the slippery sounds resembled the lapping of waves ashore.
He spent so much timethat I knew what would happen next. We’d finally come together the way our bodies needed. And I was so very willing for him. Waiting for him. To fuck me.
With the sun diffusing into a late afternoon glow to illuminate both of us—all of us—he slid up my body.
Aris rose above me, his cock a heated spear of lust brushing, rubbing, coaxing. Until I was crowding up against him, arching and aching and pining.
He lifted his groin for a moment, leaving me desperately wanting. Then I heard a tearing noise followed by a snap and his grunt as he sheathed himself in a condom.
A deep rumble coursed out near my ear, “I’m sorry. This is going to hurt,” before he captured my lips and penetrated me swiftly.
He broke through every last barrier to link us so tightly together our flesh became interlocked, and I gasped into his mouth through the lightning rod of exquisite pain.
He breathed harshly as he broke the kiss. He thrust up onto his palms, murmuring in guttural tones. His cock was seated so intensely deeply inside of me the thick root strained the opening of my sex and his long girth throbbed and filled me. Then he ever-so-slowly rotated his hips.
I held onto his mighty arms, gazing above. My soft core gloved his solid cock, both of us scorching hot.
“How is that?” he asked in that low, tight timbre.
I nodded, gyrating with him.
A grimace of a grin pulled across his lips, his eyelids going half-mast. “You like that, Roya?”
“Yes,” I breathed, rising to lick his throat.
His groan crashed through the room just before he withdrew from my sheath. With just the wide glans holding me open, he waited a heartbeat. Two then three.
Then he surged back inside, pinning my pelvis to the bed.
And the lapping wave of lust roiled and rocked throughout me.
I bit his throat and held onto his shoulders, letting him catapult me into this tumultuousness.
He was breathtaking, so big and hard, as he took me with full possession and controlled thrusts.
“Yes,” he muttered, his chest muscles flexing, his jaw tightening into a hard line.
He pulled all the way out and stroked right back inside, sweeping up through my slick channel.
“Ooooh.” Tipping up into every sensuous stroke, I took him too.
Took all of him.
Aris moved with animal grace even when he pounded into me, need overcoming him. The impact was harder. The plundering faster.
The desire not to be denied.
I cried out brokenly, gasping, clinging, crashing against him.
Overpowered and totally protected . . .
Utterly destroyed by this man . . .
I came so gloriously it was like a flashpoint setting my whole body alight. And, as the climax arched me into him, his cock kicked inside of me. A hard barrage of thrusts multiplied the blinding rush, each one ending with him seated deep and swearing.
“Aris!” I shouted at last, my throat unlocked.
His arms anchored around my shoulders and we connected completely all over. Final vibrations shuddered through us like a tuning fork hitting the chords of some exotic instrument.
At last, I relaxed in his embrace . . . replete.
Resplendent.
Reveling.
I protested with a moan the moment Aris rolled off of me only to be met by his hoarse chuckle. As my eyelids fluttered, I heard him moving around.
While I drifted, he was taking care of things. I heard the condom being removed and could feel no blush rising on my cheeks. I felt a warm cloth tenderly swabbing me and didn’t feel compelled to cover my nakedness.
The bed dipped again and, when he pulled me into his arms, I didn’t protest.
I let myself be swept to him and then swept under by the tide of sleep.
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