Episode 173
EPISODE 173
DIAMONDS AND FIREFLIES
Ariel
My mama may have named me after a little mermaid, but Cinderella was always my favorite princess. Something about her rags-to-riches story always resonated with me, and now...
I hug myself.
Am I truly living it?
Alex and I are in his suite. He’s gazing at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes. They burn into me, make me feel so...so...
“I love you, Ariel,” he says, and then he drops to one knee. “I’ll buy you the biggest diamond in New Orleans. In the world if you want. Please marry me. Please.”
“Alex, I’ll marry you, but I don’t need diamonds. I’m just a smalltown Southern girl who likes to sit on the porch with sweet tea, watch the sun set, and dance barefoot under the stars. The only sparkle I need is the light of the fireflies on a summer night.”
He smiles. “As if I couldn’t love you more.” He kisses my hand. “You’ll have all the fireflies you want, Ariel. And the biggest diamond as well. You’ll have everything your heart desires.”
I drop to my knees and face him. “All I need is you, Alex. I swear.”
He pulls me to him then, his lips meeting mine, in a kiss so fierce it steals my breath.
“Ariel,” he whispers against my lips, his own trembling in the echo of our shared passion. “You don’t realize how much you mean to me.”
“I think I do, Alex,” I reply softly, my heart beating wildly. I feel like a raggedy Cinderella, on the edge of her midnight. But unlike her, I don’t have to go back to rags. My Prince Charming is real.
He pulls away slightly and trails his fingers down my cheek. “I’m sorry I wasn’t gentler with you before.”
“I don’t remember complaining.” I smile.
“I just...” He shakes his head, sighing. “It’s difficult for me to think about the past. About...”
“About your friend who died?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“I’ll listen if you want me to.”
“Soon. Soon I’ll tell you everything. But right now, I’m going to make love to you the way you deserve. I’m going to kiss every inch of your beautiful body. I’m going to worship you, Ariel. My Ariel. My love.”
Shivers spike through me.
His words, his touch—they swirl around me like a soft Southern breeze, caressing my senses and making me feel cherished. He stands, pulling me with him. His gaze locked to mine, he leads me to the suite’s bedroom.
For an instant, the image of Sebastian’s bedroom—and sharing strawberries with him—flits across my mind .
But I erase it.
Sebastian and I were never meant to be, no matter how much fun it was. All he really wanted was sex—and a threesome with Heather and me, as he admitted.
But Alex?
I’m enough for him.
He lays me down on the soft sheets, but instead of undressing me, he stands and begins shedding his own clothes.
And I watch.
I watch as he bares inch after delectable inch of his gorgeous tanned body—a masterpiece of well-defined muscles.
Then another image flash.
June, naked, kneeling before Alex and sucking him.
Something must show on my face, because Alex reaches toward me and cups my cheek. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. Just thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking about.”
“Like what?”
I swallow. “June. And you.”
“I didn’t choose June,” he says softly.
“I know.”
“We had to get to know everyone, Ariel. That was the only way to make an informed choice.” He joins me on the bed and begins to undress me, his hard cock nudging me.
“I know that, of course.”
“Do you love me?”
“My God, yes,” I say. “Without any doubt. I know I’m young, but you, Alex... You are everything. You may be from Montana, but you share my Southern values. You see me. You see Ariel. Not just a pretty face. ”
“To be fair, you do have a pretty face.” He tugs on my hair.
“And so do you.” I scrape my fingers over the stubble on his jawline. “And I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby. And now let me show you how much.”
Once I’m completely naked, Alex traces patterns on my skin, setting my nerves on fire. His mouth follows the path of his hands, each kiss a promise of forever. I lose myself in him—the taste of him, the scent of him, the feel of him.
He takes his time with me, worshipping every inch of my body with his kisses and touches. Every caress is reverent. Every kiss is adoring. I’ve never felt so cherished, so loved.
I move to grab his cock, but he brushes my hand away. “No. This is about you, Ariel. All about you.”
“But I want to?—”
He touches his fingers to my lips. “Believe me, I want you to. But more than anything, I want to show you how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”
He slides on top of me and enters me slowly, kneading my hips with his hands as he dips into me. It’s a sweet agony that has me squirming beneath him. He’s careful with me, his movements rhythmic and slow—so different from our interlude on the beach earlier.
He finds my lips again and swallows my gasps as he moves inside me. It’s slow and gentle—love in its purest form. I let out a soft moan.
Something builds in my pussy, something I’ve felt before yet have never felt before.
And it hits me.
This is the first time I’ve done this with someone who loves me, truly loves me.
The climax rolls onto me slowly. It’s not a tidal wave. Rather a gentle, insistent tide, creeping up inch by inch, until I’m fully submerged without even realizing I’ve been pulled under.
My God, it’s beautiful. So perfect.
“Alex,” I whisper, “you make me feel like Cinderella herself.” Then I surrender myself to the orgasm, letting my body meld with Alex’s as my pussy convulses around him.
“That’s it. Come for me. Come for me, my Ariel.”
He pushes hard inside me, and I feel every pulse of his dick as he releases.
We lie there for timeless moments.
And I wait.
I wait for the carriage to turn back into a pumpkin.
Then I smile when it doesn’t.