Chapter 28 #2
She nods eagerly as I swipe across her heat, giving the area a little more attention to ease her into it.
“I’m going to stretch you out, okay, baby? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Slowly, I slip one finger inside her and groan at how tight she is. I have no idea how she’s going to take my cock, but I look forward to getting her pussy nice and ready.
I work it in and out of her, keeping my thumb rubbing light circular motions over her clit. All the while her heavy-lidded gaze stays fixed on me.
“How are you doing?”
“Good,” she whispers, breathless.
“Think you can take another?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Give me more.”
Slowly, I work in a second finger, never tearing my gaze from hers. I see the moment of discomfort, the strain that works its way across her features as her body adjusts. Increasing the pressure of my thumb, I massage her more deliberately so the pleasure outweighs the pain.
Soon her breathing becomes more ragged, her noises of discomfort morphing into sighs of ecstasy.
Satisfied she’s adjusted, I start toying with her. Removing both fingers abruptly only to plunge them back in a touch rougher. When I curl them forward against her inner wall, a gravelly yelp crawls out of her throat and that’s when I know I found the spot I was looking for. Her G-spot.
“Did you like that, baby?”
“Cole,” she cries out, thrusting her hips upward.
“I’m going to make you squirt,” I tell her as I move to sit on my knees beside her. “I need to get the angle just right.”
“I don’t think I can.”
Her body is already vibrating, pulsating as she claws at the sheets. She’s so much closer than she realizes, drenching my hand with all that sweet liquid. I know she can do it.
“You can and you will, because I’m going to make sure of it.”
As my middle and index fingers move inside her soaking pussy, I use the palm of my other hand to apply pressure to her pelvis. My fingers frantically piston deeply, each pump easier than the last, her arousal pouring out just like I knew it would.
She’s out of her mind, her cries and moans are loud and wild and so goddamn sexy.
“You’re doing so good. So pretty when your pussy is being taken care of. Keep your eyes on me. I need you to see how well I use you. Because no one is ever going to make you feel as good as I do.”
She forces her eyes open, looking at me and then down to watch me work her like I own her.
Seconds later her body thrashes uncontrollably, her legs shaking.
The moment I remove my fingers, I sweep them over her clit and pussy lips, flicking them back and forth in tight, rhythmic bursts like I’m scratching a record.
Within seconds, a gushing orgasm squirts out of her in a stunning waterfall.
My head drops, mouth opening to capture it.
She soaks my face, soaks the sheets, soaks everything.
Her orgasm is everywhere, dripping down my face like I stood under a hose.
I lap it all up, dragging my tongue down her center to get as much as I can.
Afterward, the room is quiet save for our heaving breaths. Ariana is sprawled on her back beside me, one arm thrown over her face, hair fanned out across the pillow. She looks perfectly messy and entirely satisfied and I have never been more proud of anything in my life.
“Cole,” she says to the ceiling.
“Mm.”
“I think you broke me.”
A rumbling laugh falls out of me as I roll onto my side to look at her. “You’re not broken.”
She moves her arm just enough to peer at me with one eye. “I’m very messy.”
“Yeah you are.” My gaze takes a slow, unhurried pass over her—wet and flushed and mine—before I push off the mattress and extend my hand. “Come on.”
She drops her arm. “Where are we going?”
“Shower.”
She sits up slowly, blinking as I reach down and offer my hand. She takes it and stands, slightly unsteady, and I keep hold of her while she finds her footing.
Steering her toward the bathroom, I keep my palms safely planted on her shoulders but I’m more than pleased to see she’s comfortably naked, not the least bit shy right now. Probably because she’s slightly dazed.
I flip on the light and get the shower running, adjusting the temperature until steam starts to curl up over the glass door.
Ariana stands in the middle of the bathroom watching me. Or more specifically, staring at my erection through my sweatpants.
She’s never seen my dick, and based on her expression I’d say my girl is more than a little curious to see it.
In one swift motion, I shed my sweatpants and briefs, and my cock springs free, pointing directly at her.
Her mouth drops open, eyes wide and rounded, taking it all in.
And it’s a lot to take in. Not to be conceited, but I’ve got big cock. Long and fat and probably intimidating the fuck out of her.
“So the toy wasn’t an exaggeration?” She huffs a laugh, gaze still locked on it.
I wrap my hand around it and give it a couple pumps for some relief and because I’m a showoff. “Nope.”
Keeping a grip on my shaft, I walk up to her and capture her chin with my free hand, tipping it up to force our eyes to meet. My head drops, mouth hovering over hers as our breaths mingle. Thanks to our height difference my erection is pressing into her stomach, greedy for her attention.
“Like what you see?”
She swallows, eyes fluttering. “It’s pretty big.”
I give her a soft peck. “When you’re ready, it’ll fit.”
Rising up on the tips of her toes, she presses a featherlight kiss to my lips and a giddy rush runs down my spine like an idiot.
I foolishly feel special every time she makes any kind of move on me.
I crave it like I crave everything from her.
Turning it into something it probably isn’t, convincing myself it’s not about the practice, that she actually wants this, wants me specifically.
It’s a dangerous place for my mind to go. Yet I go there anyway.
Breaking away from her, I open the shower door and she steps in ahead of me, tilting her face up into the water with her eyes closed, and I stand there for a second just watching her—the water running down her hair, her shoulders, the curve of her spine—and my dick gets even harder as I step in and join her.
The shower is big enough that we’re not forced into each other’s space, but neither of us uses that space. Instead we stand facing each other, the waterfall shower head spraying over top of us. A bashful smile plays on her lips.
“I’ve never showered with a man before.”
I figured as much given her lack of experience but the rabid caveman in me loves hearing it confirmed. Damn right she’s never done this with another man. I want all the firsts I can get from her, collecting them like it’s a compulsion.
She spins around to inspect my products while I reach around her and pump a handful of body wash into my palm, lathering it between my hands before sliding them up to massage the suds into her breasts. Her head falls back against my chest, her body sagging into me.
“That feels good,” she moans.
“Just cleaning up my dirty girl,” I whisper against her temple before giving her earlobe a light nip.
I snake a hand down her abdomen, fingers grazing over her pussy.
“Are you sore?”
She nods. “A little…but it kind of feels good.”
Fuck me. She’s driving me out of my mind. We’re definitely not having sex tonight because I know she’s not ready. But my cock has a mind of its own, wanting to sink inside her tight little pussy.
She turns around to face me, staying within the expanse of my arms, her lashes dripping with water as her clear blue eyes look up at me. They flick down to my cock, still painfully erect.
She licks her lips as she stares at it and it practically jumps.
“Does it hurt?”
A strained laugh slips out. “Not the way you think. I’m fine, it’ll go away.”
“Maybe I can help.” Before I can think to stop her, her small delicate hand wraps around my shaft, sliding up and down it with the lightest touch. And Jesus Fucking Christ, my knees nearly buckle, eyes rolling back so far I only see black for a moment.
When my vision returns I find her expectant stare waiting for me. “Can you teach me? I don’t want to do this wrong.”
I breathe a laugh. “Trust me, you’re not doing anything wrong.” I settle my hand over hers, guiding her. “A little tighter and just like that.”
Fuck, it feels so good.
“So this is how you give a guy a handjob?”
Possession flares in my chest. “No. This is how you give me a handjob.”
Removing my hand, I let her continue on her own.
Thanks to the soapy water, her grip slides easily. She brushes her thumb over my head, twisting her hands as she slips and slides over my shaft.
Either she’s a fast learner or her hands were made for my cock because a handjob has never felt so good, and I’ve never been this close to coming from one. Especially this fast.
My hand finds the shower wall for support, lips pressing into a thin line as I try to hold myself together while this woman takes me apart with nothing but her hands and those blue eyes, watching my face like she’s cataloging every reaction.
She’s enjoying this. The realization hits me somewhere between a groan and a sharp exhale—she’s enjoying having this effect on me. The power of it. And she should. She has no idea how much she holds over me.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
She holds my gaze, steady and certain, her hands still wrapped around me. “I want to put it in my mouth. Will you let me?”