Chapter 50
ARI
Moving down the bed on my knees, I slide myself between Nathan’s thick thighs, then slowly lay a path of soft kisses across his hip.
He lets out a low moan as his eager cock becomes harder and thicker with every one of my kisses.
I never believed in second chances until him. I also didn’t know that love could be as powerful and deep as ours.
I am certain that my family guided me to him—I feel it in my very soul, an unshakable truth as undeniable as the dance of the sun and moon across the sky.
We found each other.
He is my unwavering compass, leading me home—to where my heart truly belongs. With him.
I open my mouth, lay my tongue out flat and lick up his thick, hot length from base to tip, making him flinch, his cock twitching in appreciation and leaking like a tap.
“Baby,” he groans, threading his fingers into my hair, thrusting up into my mouth to fuck it.
Running my wet tongue up and down his shaft, I take him fully into my mouth and swirl my tongue around his crown, sucking him harder as I lick along his thick vein on the underside of his shaft.
“You’re so good at that, baby.” His voice is dangerous and low. He bucks his hips, pushing, thrusting, making tears run down my face.
He grins down at me then holds the base of his cock and slides himself out of my mouth.
Tapping the head against my lips, I push my tongue out to taste the salty precum beading at the tip.
I moan with excitement, pleasure zooming through me as my body comes alive, every nerve tingling with anticipation at being with him again.
“Suck me,” he commands, stroking himself back and forth.
I stick my tongue right out and let him rub himself against it before I suck him back into my mouth, gagging when he hits the back of my throat.
He clenches the sheets between his fingers, bucking his hips against my lips, unable to stop himself.
I circle the head of his cock with my tongue and find it difficult to breathe around his thick length as saliva spills from my lips because I’m struggling to swallow.
“I need to be inside you.” He pulls himself out of my mouth and grabs the base of his cock, squeezing hard as if to stop himself from coming.
He’s panting hard, his chest moving in and out, and every inch of him is covered in a faint sheen of perspiration. Looking down at me with hooded eyes, he slowly sits up, urging me to do the same before kissing me breathless.
He slips his fingers between my pussy lips then slides a finger inside of me and with his other hand he reaches up and wipes away my tears that slide down my face from deep-throating his cock.
A guttural moan rumbles from his throat, and he finger-fucks me, teasing my orgasm to make its appearance. He circles his thumb over my clit, while sliding his thick fingers in and out with intention.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he whispers as I rock my hips and ride his fingers. “Now turn around on your knees,” he demands, removing his fingers from my pussy, and I whimper from the loss. It felt so good.
I do as he asks, turning around, and he moves behind me.
My back to his front, I ready myself for him.
“Hands on the mattress, Arianna,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and I get down on all fours, fully exposing myself to him, and wiggle my ass in the air.
He slaps my ass cheek, hard, which makes me arch my back and call out his name and silently pray he does it again.
Instead he pulls my ass cheeks apart and sticks his face between my thighs, then licks my pussy front to back. His rigid tongue plunges inside of me, over and over again, my orgasm building, weaving its way through my body.
“Nathan, I’m coming,” I cry.
I feel him grinning against my pussy and he stops what he’s doing, and I almost sob as my orgasm disappears. “Not yet. Turn over.”
I quickly do as I’m told and lay back on the mattress, opening myself up for him because I’m so desperate to come.
“Good girl.” He leans down and kisses my clit and I jolt as a shot of electricity shoots through my sensitive bud.
Leaning back, he lifts my legs up and places them on top of his shoulders. Lining the head of his cock to my dripping entrance, I push myself onto his dick at the same time he slams himself inside of me.
“You are so tight like this,” he grits through his teeth, digging his fingers into my hips, fucking me steady and fast with his powerful thrusts.
He gives me the permission I seek as he punches all the air from my lungs as he fucks me until I’m thrashing, panting with need, and I can no longer take the pressure building in my core. “Now you can come.”
And I do, I come all over his dick, shouting his name, clawing at his arms, urging him to keep going.
Stars explode behind my eyes as he controls my overly sensitive body, every nerve ending connecting with his again.
I shudder as my orgasm hits me like a ten-ton truck, bursting into a shower of gold heat through my entire body.
It’s the most pure and true love and pleasure I’ve ever felt. Because it’s with him.
Every beat of my heart belongs to him. Every minute of every day is his. Forever.
Emotion builds in my chest as he drives into me and stares at me, unblinking.
His balls slap against my ass over and over again, and I dig my nails into the skin of his arms, my ankles clamped around his neck as he fucks me up the bed.
“I’m coming, baby. Gonna fill you full of my cum,” he rasps, driving into me faster.
God yeah, I want that. “Come.”
Our breathing grows louder, as if in time with his power thrusts that have become filled with desperation. I clench my inner walls around him as the thick veins in his neck pound, the skin of his neck becoming red and angry looking as the pressure builds in his body.
Nathan roars my name then tells me he’s coming as he spills himself inside of me, filling me with his cum, which I hope makes a baby. Our baby.
He moans loudly, holding himself deep inside my body, pouring every last drop, before sliding back and forth as if drawing out his pleasure, his cock twitching and pulsing.
“Holy shit,” he hisses, and he takes a few moments to recover before he removes my legs from his shoulders and slowly slides himself out of me.
He lies on top of me, with his arms on either side of my head, and presses his firm body against mine.
“This is it—just you and me, forever,” he says, before kissing my lips.
We stare at each other, which is all we ever seem to do, memorizing every freckle, line, and expression.
“There might be more than just me and you soon, if that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want.” His voice turns serious. “With you.”
I grin up at him, in shock at how quickly everything has changed for both of us. “I want that too.”
His cock grows hard against my hip as he rubs his wet crown back and forth, ready to go again, because we have all the weeks we lost to make up for. “Want to start now?”
“Yes.” I think I died and went to heaven.