Chapter 37
Ariana
BECOMING A PROBLEM
Ithink food tastes better when you’re naked. Or maybe it just tastes better after sex.
Cole and I finally made it to our picnic dinner. I fastened a bed sheet around myself and Cole slipped back on his briefs and now we’re sprawled out on layers of blankets and pillows, practically ravenous.
“How did you find this place?” I ask, before popping a fresh strawberry in my mouth. “We only live thirty minutes away and I had no idea it existed.”
Cole tips his head back, taking a sip of wine from a plastic cup, eyes trained on me.
“It started out as a failed development—some attempt to draw in tourists back before the wineries put this area on the map. They built one prototype, which is this one, and then realized pretty quickly there isn’t a ton of interest in quirky houses in the middle of nowhere.
It sat for a while, eventually sold to a couple who lived here until they retired and sold it again.
Now it’s a vacation rental.” The corner of his mouth lifts.
“My Wela of all people found it online, said it looked like a doll house. In her mind, dolls and fairy tales are basically the same thing.”
“So she’s the reason you call me doll?”
He raises a shoulder. “Sort of. It was in my head because of her. And then I accidentally called you it and you got all cute and irritated over it so naturally I couldn’t stop.”
I roll my eyes, reaching for a cube of cheese and a cracker, stacking them together. “Is that your thing? You like irritating me?”
“Baby, I just like your attention.” He leans forward, plucking a grape from the container and holding it between his fingers for a second before bringing it to my lips instead of his own. “Any way I can get it.”
I hesitate just long enough to make a point before parting my lips and letting him feed it to me, my teeth grazing his fingertips.
He chuckles, looking at me like he’s bewildered. “Behave,” he chastises. “I can’t take you again tonight.”
I give him a pouty frown. “Why not?”
Reaching over, he tucks the sheet more securely around me. “Because you’re sore and you need to eat something.”
On cue, a dull ache radiates between my thighs as I shift to reach for the wine. He’s not wrong. I’m sore in the expected places but also in places I didn’t anticipate—my legs, my neck, the muscles along my inner thighs. Even my ass cheeks hurt.
Cole finishes unpacking the basket. There are sandwiches, a pasta salad, more fruits and cheeses, various crackers, and another bottle of wine.
Luckily, the ice packs kept everything cool, even though we’re a few hours late to dinner. I smile to myself, recalling how today started with me nervous, unsure of where Cole and I really stood, to now having admitted our true feelings and snacking together as we enjoy some post-sex bliss.
Definitely the best date I’ve ever been on.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Cole asks, a knowing grin stretching across his face.
“Lots of stuff.” I shuffle closer to him, cuddling up to his side and draping my arm over his firm stomach. My cheek rests against his warm chest. “Today was a good day.”
His hand plays with my hair as I listen to the steady drumming of his heart. “Had to pull out all the stops for my girlfriend.”
"I think your pussy hates me," Cole says as he crawls across my apartment floor on his hands and knees.
"She has a name." I giggle, setting down my bag.
When Cole said he would be waiting for me when I got off work, I was not expecting to walk in on him trying to coax Duchess from her hiding spot.
He quickly gives up on trying to force my cat into liking him, pushing himself up off the floor and dusting off his knees.
"She'll come around," I tell him.
"But it's been two weeks."
"Exactly. That's nothing."
He crosses the room to me in three strides, one hand sliding around my waist and the other tipping my chin up before his mouth finds mine.
"How was work?" he asks against my lips.
"Good." I smile, looping my arms around his neck. Our mouths meet, my tongue sliding against his, and he lets out a low sound that curls low in my stomach.
His hands skate over my body as he groans into my mouth.
It's only been a couple weeks since our relationship officially made the turn from fake arrangement to real deal, but we pretty much haven't been apart since.
He smooths down the curve of my waist and over my hips, dragging me closer until there's no space left between us and the hardness of his cock presses into me through his pants.
I whimper against him, already feeling needy.
I didn't know it could be like this. I want him constantly and it's honestly becoming a problem.
When I'm at work I can't focus. I find myself counting down the hours until we see each other again.
From the moment we're both home it's usually a mess of tearing each other's clothes off and fucking with wild abandon over and over again until we're too exhausted for another round.
So much sex.
So many orgasms.
And yet, countless moments in between it all that are tender and special and just us, sharing our lives together.
"Do we have time?" Cole asks, sliding my sweater off.
We're supposed to be heading to my parents' house for family dinner, the first one Cole has ever attended. Normally we have them every Sunday but my parents are leaving for a vacation so it got pushed up to tonight.
"No, but we can be late." I tug on his belt, unfastening it.
"We can't be late," Cole protests even though he's dragging me into the bedroom.
He sucks on my neck as he kneads my hips.
"Just a quickie." He strips me out of my top and bra before tossing me on the bed and dragging my pants and underwear off.
"Besides," he says, kissing his way up my thigh, "I like the idea of you sitting at dinner with your family thinking you're such a good girl, but you just got fucked a few minutes before arriving. "
It drives me wild when he says things like that. And I think he's very aware of the effect it has on me when he tosses out those taboo comments.
"Let me taste you really quick," he says before his tongue runs one long lick between my opening.
"Cole," I half-protest. "I've been working all day. I'm not…fresh."
He peers up at me from between my thighs, his blue eyes glittering as he puffs hot air across my wet center.
Propped up on my elbows, arousal sizzles in my belly as I try to gulp down the sudden dryness in my throat.
Then his mouth fuses to my clit, his gaze never leaving mine while a growly timbre crawls out of him.
He's moaning—being intentionally loud as he eats and licks every inch of my pussy, and I'm helpless to stop him.
I also don't want to stop him.
His tongue drives into me, causing a mewling sound to fall from my lips.
He makes a point to stare at me as he hovers between my parted legs. "There's no scenario in which I'm not eating your pussy. I'm a man, not some little bitch boy. Skip a shower, get sweaty, forget to shave—I don't give a fuck, I'm diving in."
A quiet gasp escapes me. He can't possibly mean that. "What if I was on my period? What then?"
He traces a circle around my clit with his tongue before lifting off just enough for me to see the sheen of my arousal around his lips. "Still eating it. Besides," he winks, "I'll never have to worry about being iron deficient."
My jaw goes slack.
I literally don't even know what to say to that. He takes everything I once thought was dirty or shameful and dismantles it in a single sentence, making it sound like the most natural thing in the world.
"Accept it." He licks. "This pussy is mine." A swirl of his tongue. "So I'm going to take care of it." A hard suck over my clit. "Please it." Another long lick. "Spoil the fuck out of it." His tongue spears my hole. "Okay? Now can I finish tending to my girl's needs? I'm thirsty."
I nod with vigor, the pressure gathering in my tummy so decadent I can do nothing but watch open-mouthed as his tongue slides in and out of me while his fingers pump in rhythm.
I'm shaking, shamelessly rubbing myself on his mouth until a violent orgasm wracks through me, my screams of desire bellowing out.
I'm still trembling when Cole prowls up my body, his shirt already gone, his weight settling over me and pressing me into the mattress in the most satisfying way.
Our mouths crash together, hungry and demanding all at once, and I taste myself on his lips.
It spurs a sense of urgency within me, and I stroke over his hardened bulge, frustrated to find his pants are still on. "Take them off," I groan.
"So demanding, baby." He chuckles, shifting beside me.
Once he's wonderfully naked, he settles back on the bed, sitting straight up, resting back on his palm, legs splayed out in front of him, his hard cock ready and waiting. He tugs my arm. "Ride me so I can suck on your tits."
Even though we've had almost nonstop sex, I still feel nervous doing certain positions and being on top is one of them. But I want him so badly right now I don't care enough to worry about my lack of technique.
I lower myself over him, sinking down on his rigid length completely, straddling his thighs. Despite having had him inside me countless times, I still feel the burn of his girth stretching me to my limits—a delicious sort of pain.
Positioned upright like this, my breasts are at eye level, my head slightly above his.
"Grab onto my shoulders and bounce on my cock, baby."
I do as he says, lifting and then slamming back down.
He sucks on my breasts, licking my areolas and tugging my nipples until they pull into tight little pouts as his hands wrap around my body, helping me find the tempo.
It's like hugging and fucking at once and I think it's my new favorite way to be on top.