Chapter 32
NATHAN
For the last three months Arianna and I have been living in what she calls a happy bubble.
We cook our evening meals together between my place and hers, and we watch television series I’ve never heard of on one of those subscription channels everyone talks about at work, and in between that, I’m still working hard.
And I’ve yet to figure out how I take more time off, but I’m sure that will come eventually.
I’m still having weekly massages and both Arianna and I have started cold water therapy. On those days, I feel Zen-like as if I’m floating, and I don’t know why I haven’t tried it sooner.
I do know why I haven’t met someone sooner; because I now realize Arianna was made for me.
Looking back, I can’t believe how narrow-minded I was to think that having someone living in my pocket twenty-four seven sounded awful. Now that Arianna is in my life, eating, sleeping, and working together is perfect.
Our lives fit seamlessly together, and we just work.
I like having her in my home, and I love it even more that she makes herself comfortable at my place and even invites her friend Maeve over for wine on the weekends.
Life is good and somehow, everything makes sense.
Like the stars have aligned or some cosmic shit I have no control over.
I’m all in with her.
A million percent.
“Nathan.” She moans my name, arching her neck back as I slide slow, deep thrusts in and out of Arianna’s wet heat.
“Come for me, baby,” I breathe against her lips.
She gently brushes her fingertips across the skin on my back, causing goosebumps to rise across it as our tongues delicately twist around one another.
Our hot breath ghosts our lips, as our breathing grows heavier with each stroke.
She whimpers, tilting her hips to chase her release.
I take my time and in a slow rhythmic pace, we leisurely rock together, and I simultaneously tease her clit with my pelvic bone, beckoning her orgasm to make an appearance.
“Ah, Nathan,” she cries as she slides her hand up into my hair and pulls the ends of it, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I glide my hand up her thigh, up over her hip, cupping her ass, and lift her leg around my waist to pull her even closer to me.
In slow motion, our eyes lock, and inch by slow inch, we move together, and I take my time between careful thrusts, circling my hips.
Her mouth drops open as she lets out a long moan and I know she’s almost there.
I hold myself deep, barely moving but filling her completely with my cock as her inner walls suck me into her body.
My cock swells, the familiar throb in my balls building as we climb.
And then we come. Together.
Her twitching, me jerking my release inside of her as the walls of her pussy flutter around me.
Then we kiss, and kiss, slowly coming back down from our high.
I love her.
I know I do.
She looks up at me with that just-fucked look about her and smiles.
“I’m going to order takeout then I’m taking you out tonight.” I hope she likes my Saturday night surprise. I kiss her lips.
“Where are you taking me?” she whispers between kisses.
“Cirque du Soleil.” I lean back and smile down at her.
She gasps, her eyes now the size of saucers. “Really?”
“Yes. Happy?”
“I think had I gone all the way to state championships in Beam I could have done something similar in my career.”
“You think?”
“Yeah.”
Well, this is news to me. But I think the scar along her shoulder has something to do with it. She hasn’t told me how she got it, but I think it’s connected to the car crash that wiped out her entire family.
“I’ve never seen Cirque before.” Her mood is buoyant.
“Well, neither have I.”
“I’m excited.” She bounces her shoulders up and down against the mattress then hugs me tight.
I’m excited about doing everything with her.
This is just the beginning.