Chapter 20 - Beatrice
I felt Arko’s strong, warm fingers, the heat of which seeped through my shirt, digging deliciously into my waist when he pushed me backward, through the door.
His lips never left mine, and I felt a heady buzz that left my knees weak and body starved for more. Once inside, he whirled me around until my back hit the wall, his hands sliding up my shirt.
I gasped into his mouth and felt his tongue slide in as I opened for him. The taste of him was so delicious, the slick slide of his tongue against the roof of my mouth so tantalizing, that I heard myself whimper in a tune that didn’t sound like mine at all.
I think he liked it, because the next thing I knew, his feather-light knuckles were grazing up the sides of my skin as he rode up my shirt. I lifted my arms, my hips bucking into his, and he took off my shirt, throwing it somewhere behind him.
He growled, low in his throat, his fingers tracing down my heaving chest to trace the outlines of my nipples through my bra.
I curved my hands around his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my lips, nibbling playfully while he reached behind me to flick off my bra. I felt the cold air whip at my skin, my breasts falling free, and he inched closer, squeezing me against him.
“Arko.” I let out a shuddering breath, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He helped me make quick work of them, and as the shirt came off, I found myself breaking free from the kiss to take in the sight of his glazed, sculpted chest.
I gulped.
“Do you have any idea,” he murmured, and my eyes snapped to his, “how fucking beautiful you look in this?”
My heart was racing now at how his eyes slid down my body. He looked like he couldn’t believe his luck, when right about then, I was thinking the same thing.
Slowly, I inched toward his belt. When my fingers touched the buckle, he snapped out of whatever daze he was in, and just like that, we were pouncing on one another.
It felt like my entire body was doused in fire from within, as hands reached for buttons, zips, and seams. In under a minute, we were both naked in each other’s arms, the air between us electric.
Arko slammed his mouth against mine again, and his hands slid down my spine, leaving me to tremble, before they cupped up against my ass. In one quick move, I was off the ground, with my legs wrapped tight against his waist.
His hot, wet lips kissed down my neck as he carried me toward the bed.
“Remind me to never fight with you again,” he said, nicking my neck. I dug my nails softly into the back of his neck, feeling his hair sway softly against my knuckles.
“Don’t fight with me again,” I whispered into his ear, giving his lobe a little bite.
I felt a shake between my thighs, from how turned on I already was. I could feel his cock slapping against me as he moved, and god damn it, I reveled when he threw me down on the bed.
“Finally,” I whispered, scrambling back until my head hit the bedrest, and he grinned. Devilish and sexy as hell.
I watched his body tower over me as he took in the sight of me on my back.
“Arko, please,” I whispered, not even embarrassed by the need in my voice. “Get into bed.”
He climbed in, gliding up my body, his hands crawling on either edge of me until I felt his fingers settle on the nape of my neck.
He smiled, his dark blue eyes so enamoring that I couldn’t help but drown in them, and then he started trailing circles down my neck, around the edges of my breasts, down and down and down until I felt his cold fingers parting my folds.
I lurched off the bed at that first touch, and he sighed, settling his weight above me as he moved his hand to my thigh to part it aside.
And then, he dipped his head low. His tongue circled my nipple, teeth grazing just enough to send shocks of pleasure-pain through me. I cried out in pleasure and reached for his shoulders, digging into them as I arched up against his hand, his mouth.
“You in that skirt,” he said against my skin, “has been driving me crazy all night.” His fingers worked in soft circles on my clit, occasionally dipping into my pussy to test how wet I was.
Even I could feel I was soaked, but the man carried on torturously slow.
“Watching you walk in it as it clung so tight, knowing what’s underneath… ”
“Is that why you’d been staring at my ass all day?” I bit my lower lip, bucking my hips against his fingers to take him deeper.
“Mmm-hmm,” he groaned.
I curved my body to the right for better access and wrapped my hand around his dick, feeling him pulse.
But before I could carry on, he gently pulled me flat up and straight against the bed.
He braced himself on his knees, moving up to sit straighter, and his hands slid up my thighs, pushing them apart.
He half stood between my spread legs, his hands moving up and down my body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, lowering himself to position himself better above me.
I gasped when I felt his warm, juicy cock hit between my legs. I parted wider, and he grinned, teasing me with the blunt head in promise of what was to come.
By this point, I was near feral for more. “That’s it,” I hissed through my teeth, surprising even myself with my boldness as I grabbed his shoulders and looped my legs around his waist to twist my body and flip our positions.
And just like that, I was on top. Call me crazy, but I thought Arko looked thoroughly pleased with the move I’d just pulled.
I grinned, straddling him to feel his cock press up against my wet heat.
Arko’s eyes turned dark with lust. “Well, well, well,” he smiled through hooded lids, his hands coming to rest on my hips. “Aren’t you full of surprises?”
I smiled down at him, feeling bold and sexy and so fucking powerful to see the effect I had on him. “I’ve been thinking about riding you all night,” I whispered, my eyes trailing down to the perfect V heading between his lips.
“Like something you see?” His voice was a husk, caressing my skin. I nodded as I began to circle his cock, slowly sinking down, taking him inch by inch.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered, throwing back my head at the exquisite stretch. When I had him all the way in, I stopped to take in the moment, to feel that fullness I’d been craving since he first laid his lips on me.
“Fuck, Bea,” he groaned, his head thrown back against the pillows. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you,” I moaned as I started to move, rising up and then sinking back down. Each movement sent waves of pleasure rising through me, and every time his cock hit that place deep within, I thought of an ocean kissing the shore.
It felt right. It felt perfect.
I picked up the pace, riding him faster and faster, picking up speed like I was in a trance. Arko gripped my hips, his fingers digging tantalizingly into soft skin, anchoring me to him.
I settled back on my thighs, changing the angle to get his cock right at the spot I loved. The pleasure began to build, and I found myself crying out in small bursts, whimpering and clawing with sounds to express what words couldn’t.
“That’s it.” Arko’s voice was strained and pleased and high in my ears. “Just like that.”
I rode him hard, drowning in the ecstasy building within me. I rode him until the sweat beaded on my forehead, until breathing felt hard, until my thighs burned like I’d been doing squats all morning.
But I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Riding him felt so damn good, like the sweetest pleasure I’d ever felt. I found myself getting closer and closer with each passing minute, and when Arko’s hands slid up to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples, I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.
I started to circle my hips frantically, felt myself growing erratic as I lost all control over my movements. I was chasing pure, primal instincts, and just then, Arko gripped my hips and flipped us over.
Suddenly, I was on my back, and he was above me, driving into me with thrusts that seeped with power.
“Oh my god,” I squealed, my eyes closing shut to hold back the tears of pleasure flooding over, and I clutched his neck, bringing him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist to take his cock in as deep as I possibly could.
I had space to breathe now, to just feel. His hand slipped between us, and when I felt his cold fingers circling my clit, my eyes flew open with the shock to my senses.
My head was now rolling left and right. Arko clutched my chin, forcing me to look at him. And then, he pushed into me so deep, so hard that I felt the dam in me burst.
The way he pounded into me, his hold over me, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing worthy of his sight, all of it pushed me over the edge.
My vision narrowed, and my legs trembled as the pleasure shattered through me like a tornado. My back arched off the bed when I came, my inner walls clenching around him.
“That’s it,” he groaned, breaking his rhythm just when I started feeling his cock pulse in me. “Fuck, Bea, I’m coming.”
I squeezed my pussy tighter around him, and that’s when he groaned and shuddered, his forehead hitting mine as I felt him pulsing hot and deep inside me.
We both lay there, gasping and spent, with every second feeling like I was coming down from a high I didn’t want to leave behind.
At last, Arko pulled away and fell flat on his back beside me. Immediately, I felt my heart sink.
“Is it strange that I already miss you?” I whispered, hoping for the sadness to go away.
Arko laughed, deep and loud, reaching for me. I let him pull me closer to himself and nestled my head on his chest. I felt his soft lips brushing up on my forehead, so soft and tender that my heart nearly caved.
“No…not at all,” he whispered. “I miss you too.”
We lay there like that, in peaceful silence, holding each other tight. The last thought I remembered having as I fell drifted off to sleep was how beautiful it was to hear Arko’s heartbeat in my ear.
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