CHAPTER 40 - RED
CHAPTER
Red
UNABLE TO WITHSTAND the desire coursing through me, I fold. Arianna standing all but naked in front of me pushes me to the edge. Fuck, even wearing overalls she’d give me a hard-on, but her slipping her fingers into her own panties is something else.
Moving her hand, I ease her panties down, my cock crushed painfully within my jeans. This is all about Arianna tonight. I can be gentle, and I will be as I permanently remove all traces of others who haunt her.
Sinking between her legs, my mouth finds her wetness, and I lick and suck, alternating soft with a little harder pressure. I push her legs up to bend at the knees and probe my tongue deep but refrain from holding her hips. I’ll let her drive.
“Red,” she moans, her hands twisting in my hair as I suck her clit. “Please... I need...”
My mouth works harder. She’s close, but she’s holding back. “Relax, baby,” I murmur.
“I can’t...” she whispers, her frustration growing.
Rising off her, I’m desperate to remove my clothes and plunge into her, but tonight things must be different.
I lean over her on the bed, careful not to trap her underneath me, and my hand takes over where my mouth left off.
And with my lips now on hers, her body ramps up again, her hips moving. Shit, this is torture.
“Red,” she groans into my mouth. “I want you inside me. I want...” She’s fumbling for my buckle, clawing the T-shirt on my back and I’m losing control.
Reluctantly getting up, I pull my T-shirt over my head and unfasten my belt, my engorged cock springing out rock-solid against my stomach. I stare at the woman in front of me. “Fuck, You’re so beautiful.” My voice is throaty and guttural, fused with base lust.
“I want you over me. I need it that way. I want you to possess me.” Arianna spreads her legs to reveal her core in all its beauty. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me and make me remember what is good.”
Growling loudly, I waste no more time and get back on the bed, the head of my huge cock resting at her entrance. I hesitate, my fingers testing her readiness.
She’s more than ready...
“I’m not going to fuck you, Arianna. I’m going to make love to you.” I take her nipple into my mouth as my cock slowly pushes forward. “I’m going to make you mine again.”
“That’s what I want,” she breathes, her hips rising to push me inside her, but I’m taking it slow, real slow.
Inching forward, I push deeper until she gasps. Finally fully inside her, I deliver long and slow, gentle thrusts, my mouth now on hers, only occasionally breaking away to stare into those violet eyes.
Fuck, I love this woman.
Although slow and gentle isn’t my usual way, this time it is. It’s what Arianna needs, and I think it’s what I need too.
Our connection becomes stronger by the second.
Between the one and only delicious day we spent fully exploring each other, it’s like the section of time when everything went to shit has been deleted.
If I don’t think about the reasons we’re in a strange, terraced house in Wimbledon, rather than in my super-king bed at the Scorpio Lounge, that first and only time we spent together moves straight into tonight, where loving her is even more meaningful.
I love fucking. I always have, but I’ve never “made love” before. Not in the true sense of the word. And by God, this is as true as it gets.
Arianna’s moans get louder, my slow pace not diluting the intensity of her building climax. She’s going to come hard, as am I. “Let it go, baby,” I whisper, nipping at her ear, my breath hot on her skin. “You are my wife.”
“I love you, Red,” she pants, gripping my buttocks so hard, her nails digging in as she locks her ankles around my hips. “Oh, God!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me, princess,” I growl, barely holding on myself as I thrust deep and ramp up my speed.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of the gorgeous creature underneath me, and as she falls apart, it’s all I need to push me into freefall.
I have Arianna back. I have my wife back, and she won’t be away from me again.