Chapter 23 #2
Aria comes back to the table, and instead of going to sit back in her chair, she pulls me and my chair back just enough to deposit herself onto my lap.
She sits facing me, her legs straddling me perfectly, and my hands find themselves at home on her hips, tempted to slide to her ass.
A white crop top adorns her upper half while black leggings cover her lower half in the most mouthwatering way.
All I want to do is peel every piece of fabric off her as slowly as possible so I can enjoy the view.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my hands pressing hard into her body, my voice already hoarse by the possibility of what’s to come.
Her body moves forward, and she grinds perfectly against my dick. “I’m thanking you for dinner.”
I hum, my hands going to her ass, gripping her, bringing her even closer to me. “And how were you planning on thanking me?”
The smirk on her face grows. For a second, I think she is going to lean in and press her lips against mine, but she surprises me when she pulls her hands away from where they rest against my shoulders and places them on the hem of her shirt.
In a swift movement, she takes it off, and I come face to face with her tits.
No bra, just her.
They are so damn full, more than a handful. Her nipples are already hard peaks, and I salivate at the thought of having them in my mouth.
“That would be a hell of a thank you,” I say, not moving my eyes away from her chest. She’s squirming, trying to get her tits closer to my mouth so I can give them all my attention.
“I think so. It would be enjoyable for both of us.” Her voice is husky, and it goes straight to my cock.
“That it would be.”
Not being able to take it anymore, I lean my head forward and take one of her tits in my mouth, one of my hands on her ass.
I suck and nibble on her delicate skin, alternating between her breasts.
A hand lands on top of mine. “Harder. I need harder.”
I learned in Vegas that Aria likes her chest played with—and not in a soft way. During our one night together, she told me not to be afraid to dig my fingers in, to mark her so she can remember our time together when she was home.
“Do you want me to mark you? Do you want to look in the mirror and see reminders of me?”
I bite the skin just under her right nipple, and she whimpers.
“Yes,” she pants, her hands going to back of my head and holding me to her.
I pull my mouth away from her chest and replace it with my hand. Leaning back, I watch her as my hand kneads her tits, my fingers digging into the skin, the flesh turning slightly pink from the pressure.
Aria throws her head back, grinding against me, enjoying every minute of it what I’m doing to her.
I want to see her unravel, hear her screaming my name.
The need for her grows with every passing second, and I need to quench the thirst, so I let my hands travel away from her tits, something she whimpers about, and down to her waist.
She looks at me with hooded eyes, and then slight surprise colors her face when I lift her. The surprise goes away when her ass meets the table behind her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, looking down at me with lust filled eyes.
I throw a smirk her way. “Can’t have dinner without dessert.”
A grin takes over her face as I move my hands to the waistband of her leggings and drag them down with her panties.
Within seconds, Aria is bare to me. Not a single inch of her is covered in clothing, and the sight is fucking glorious. I lick my lips just looking at her, and my cock twitches, wanting to come out and play. I have to wait, though, because all that matters right now is Aria and Aria alone.
“Like what you see?” One of her fingers dances along her nipple as she leans back on the table and opens her thighs for me.
I scoot my chair closer to the edge of the table and grab one of her legs, placing it over my shoulder.
“More than like,” I say, my mouth hovering over her pussy. “I need to devour you, and I need to do it now.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” Her words aren’t fully out when my mouth meets her body again, my tongue sliding through her pussy lips.
Aria falls back on the table fully, relaxing under me, letting me enjoy everything she has to offer. I lap at her, and when I wrap my mouth around her clit, her other leg makes it onto my shoulder as she tightens around me in best fucking way.
If I really wanted to, I could make her crumble, but I want to prolong this, to hear all her whimpers and moans for as long as I can.
Because I will have her again, but I need something to hold me through until then.
I slide my arms under her ass and thighs, locking her in so she can’t squirm away from me. Applying pressure to her lower stomach, I feast as if she were my last meal, as if she really were an ice cream cone and needed to be wiped clean.
I circle her clit with my tongue before moving my mouth down to her entrance, and I eat at her as she turns into a panting mess.
“Elliot,” she half moans, half whimpers.
I shift my right arm just enough so that I can bring it to her entrance.
With my eyes on her face, I insert a finger in her and watch her as she feels me.
She pushes herself up, and I find her mouth open just slightly, her eyes looking right at me.
She watches me as I slide my finger in and out of her, holding my gaze as one finger turns into two.
I feel her at the edge of explosion, but I pull myself back just a bit.
“Elliot,” she lets out, almost on a whine.
A chuckle escapes me. “Is that a plea?”
She grinds her pussy against my face. “Yes.”
“A plea for what, Aria? Use your words.”
She leans up on her elbows and looks me straight in the eyes. “I need you to make me come, and I need you to do it now.”
“With pleasure.”
Keeping my eyes glued to hers, I feast on my favorite meal, my favorite dessert, and my favorite candy all at once.
I pleasure her with my tongue, mouth and my fingers until I feel her tighten around me, until her legs are shaking around my head, my name the only word her lips can form.
With one last flick to her clit just as my fingers glide along her g-spot, she lets it all out. Aria gives me every ounce of her pleasure, and the image is fucking amazing.
But I’m not done.
Not by a long shot.
“You did that so beautifully, baby. Think you can give me one more?” I ask as I massage her thighs and stand from my chair, her legs dropping open. I start unbuckling my belt, quickly followed by my slacks.
“We’re going to owe the owner of this place a new table,” she states, opening her legs a bit more to make room for me.
“I’ll give you my credit card to pay for it.”
Since this was the plan for tonight, I stuffed a condom in my money clip before getting on my flight earlier. I quickly reach for it the second my cock is free and slide it on, Aria’s eyes on me the whole time.
The second I’m situated, I make myself at home between her legs.
I look down at her, and I can’t help but think she is the most gorgeous thing in the world.
Without moving my eyes from hers, I slide into her pussy, and I have to take a second to breathe.
Three years. I haven’t had this woman in three years, and it feels like I just had her yesterday. She feels like she was made for me and I for her. It shouldn’t feel like that, not with this whole fuck buddy agreement we have going on, but it does, and I’m here for it.
“Hold on, baby.” At first, our movements are slow, methodical, but then she’s reaching for my face, bringing me down until her lips meet mine.
The second our tongues meet, all the slow and methodical shit goes out the window.
We fuck like we both need it.
It doesn’t take long to get us both where we need to be, and before I know it, she’s coming on my cock, and I feel like I’m going to suffocate in the best way. At the feeling of her crashing around me, I fill the condom with everything I have.
“I hope you brought more condoms, because I don’t think one will be enough. I’m going to need us to do that again,” Aria snickers as my head rests on her chest a few minutes later.
I let out a chuckle and place a kiss to her nipple. “I’ll order more.”
I do, and the remainder of the night is filled with fucking and reliving every damn moment from our night in Vegas.