55. Yes, I Googled it
Chapter 55
Yes, I Googled it
Luca
I walk out of my bathroom in my boxers, drying my hair with a towel, and find Ariana standing in the middle of my room.
“What’s wrong, baby?” It’s late and I thought she was settled into bed for the night. I was about to put on some shorts and climb in next to her. I honestly don’t mind that she needs to sleep in Lil’s bed and will gladly keep holding her there every night for the rest of our lives, but I’m not doing it in just boxers again.
She steps in close and puts her arms around my waist. I toss the towel away, wrap my arms around her, and kiss the top of her head. Her hair is in a wet, messy bun and smells like her fruity shampoo. She’s wearing one of my shirts again. I love when she wears my fucking shirts, even though it means I run out of clean laundry faster. The feel of her, the smell of her, knowing she’s wearing my shirt… I can’t help the way my cock starts to harden when I hold her like this.
After a few minutes, she takes a couple of steps back, breathes in a deep breath, and turns around. “Baby—” I start, but my throat freezes when she lifts the shirt up over her head and drops it to the floor, leaving her completely naked. Bare skin covered in ink and scars.
I think my heart falls right out of my chest and shatters at her feet. Hearing that the woman you love was tortured is one thing, but seeing the proof? That’s a different level of pain.
The scars are everywhere, from her shoulder blades to just past the curve of her hips. Thin, thick, long, short… a few wrap around her sides. Some are slices, while others are clearly stab wounds. Tears run down my face, leaving hot trails behind before I even realize they’ve filled my eyes.
How in the hell does someone do this to a thirteen-year-old girl? How does someone do this to their own daughter? I close the distance between us with one step. Her breath hitches as I gently press my lips against one of the marks. I kiss every scar, dropping to my knees to get them all. Then I rest my hands on her hips and my forehead on her back.
She tenses slightly and takes a few deep breaths, working up her courage again. Slowly, she turns to face me, her eyes closed, her cheeks stained with tears.
A curved bar with pink jewels is nestled in her belly button. Six pieces of dandelion fluff wrap around the front of her left hip, and what I think is a heart sits on her bra-line on her right side, but those aren’t what she’s showing me right now. There aren’t as many scars on her front as there are on her back, but there’s still several scattered across her belly and chest, including a large mark across her left breast.
When I’ve softly kissed each one, I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my cheek against her for a moment. Then I stand up and take her face in my hands. The trust she has in me is humbling. She finally opens her eyes, and more tears fall. I wipe them away with my thumbs.
“From that very first moment, you’ve been taking my breath away. Your beauty. Your strength and bravery. Your wild fucking soul. It’s like you’re made of sunshine and fireworks and goddamn fairy dust.”
The corners of her lips twitch. “It’s probably glitter,” she teases.
“Whatever it is, I want it.”
“You can never get rid of glitter, Luca,” she warns as a grin spreads across her face.
I hold her gaze, needing her to know how serious I am. “Good. I want you to sprinkle that shit everywhere.”
Her smile is bright like a shooting star.
“You are my everything, Ariana. My every fucking thing.”
“Kiss me, Luca,” she whispers.
I lean down and she raises up on her toes to meet me as my lips press against hers. She grabs me by the hips, pulling me close. Our tongues tangle, our kiss growing deeper. Hungrier. More urgent. I’m so hard it hurts. She slides her hands up my chest to loop around my neck, and I drop mine to her ass, holding her flush with my body, my hard cock pressing against her between us. She jumps up to wrap her legs around my waist, knowing I’ll always catch her.
“Ariana,” I breathe against her mouth. She answers by rubbing her pussy along my dick, only a thin layer of fabric separating us. I growl and walk to the bed, lying her down and covering her body with mine.
“Take these off.” She pushes at the waistband of my boxers. I stand and shove them to the floor while she tugs the tie from her hair and tosses it aside. I pause for a moment to simply stare at her. To take her in.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
She’s perfection, with her thick thighs, curvy hips, soft belly, and generous tits. Her tattoos, scars, and piercings. Her black and blue hair spread out across my bedspread. My ring on her finger. Her gray eyes are filled with love, and her pussy glistens with evidence of her arousal. A bead of pre-cum gathers at the tip of my cock and she reaches out to take it with a fingertip. I watch as that fingertip disappears between her lips.
“Fuuuuuccccckkkk,” I groan.
She grins at me. “That’s the idea.”
I move to kneel between her legs. “Mine.” I don’t care if I sound like a possessive caveman. She’s mine.
“Yours,” she breathes.
I lick her pussy from bottom to top, then circle around her clit before sucking it into my mouth. She gasps, and her hands grip my hair as her hips buck against my mouth. I slowly dip a finger into her, then a second as I tease her clit with my tongue. The sound of my fingers sliding through her wetness as I work them in and out makes me even harder. Her breathing is erratic, and I can hardly keep my hips from pumping against the mattress. She’s close, and I’m determined to get her off more than once tonight. I curl my fingers up, searching for her g-spot as I suck on her clit again.
Her grip on my hair tightens when I find the rough patch. “Luca. Fuck,” she moans as her pussy clenches and grips my fingers. She erupts, soaking my hand and my face, moaning my name again. Between Google and reading some of those smutty books, I’ve learned a lot so I can pleasure my girl.
I kiss up her body, taking a nipple in my mouth. I pinch the other with my fingers, and she gasps, then groans and arches her back. I move up and kiss her hard, my cock resting against her core.
“Tell me if you don’t like something, or if we need to stop.” She nods, her gaze focused on my cock. “You know I want words, Ari.”
Her eyes snap up to mine. “I’ll tell you. But same goes for you.”
“Always. Do you want me to wear a condom?” I’ll do this however the fuck she wants. If she wants to stop, we’ll stop. If she wants me to eat her pussy all night, I’ll eat her pussy all night. If she tells me to put on a condom, I’m putting on a condom.
“No. I’m on birth control, and neither of us has done this before.” She wraps those sexy legs around my hips again, sliding her hot, slick pussy along my cock. We both make gasping, moaning sounds as she moves. I notch the head of my dick inside her. Scared I’ll hurt her, I bury my face in the crook of her neck and push in slowly, letting her adjust to me. She’s tight and wet, and pleasure shoots through me with every inch I sink into her, fighting with the fear of causing her pain.
But my girl likes to take matters into her own hands. She digs her heels into the back of my legs and pushes up, hissing as she takes me to the hilt. “Holy fuck, baby,” I grit out. I still and raise my head to look at her. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just give me a second.” She takes a few breaths with her eyes squeezed shut. “It’s getting better.” She rolls her hips a little. Fuck, she feels so good. The corner of her mouth lifts into a smirk as I let out a groan. “I need you to move, Luca.”
I pull almost all the way out before pushing in again. We’re a little awkward as we find our rhythm, but neither of us gives a shit. The connection we’ve had from the beginning grows with every thrust, with every gasp.
Her nails dig into my back, and I’m hanging on by a thread. But I refuse to come without giving her another orgasm. I lick her nipples and lightly bite one as I reach between us to rub her clit, sending her over the edge. Gasping and moaning, she comes on my cock. Her pussy clenches all around me as my name leaves her lips, and I’m lost. I come so hard I think I black out for a second as my cum fills her.
We’re both sweaty and breathing heavily as I roll to my side, taking her with me. She snuggles into me and I hold her in my arms, reveling in this experience. Being trusted with her body, with her scars, with her heart and soul—it’s the highest honor of my life and one I’ll never take for granted.
When my soul returns to my body, I climb out of bed before gathering her up in my arms.
“What are you doing?” she asks, lazily looping her arms around my neck.
“We’re going to take a shower and then we’re curling up in bed together.”
“Mmmm, Okay.” Yawning, she rests her head on my chest as I walk to the bathroom.
I lower her feet to the ground and reach into the shower to turn the water on. “I uh, I read you should pee so you don’t get a UTI.” My cheeks warm as I say it.
Ariana snorts and shakes her head. “Way to make this awkward, Beefcake. Don’t look, okay? That’s too far tonight.”
I chuckle and keep my back turned, making sure the temperature is good while she takes care of her business. Once we’re under the water, I grab my soap and start washing her, gently running my palms over her skin. The contact sends sparks through my blood. When the suds are gone, she lathers the soap and skims her hands across my body.
Leaning down to kiss her, I groan as her fingers brush my hardening cock. “You keep that up, and I’m going to fuck you against the shower wall.”
“Would that be so bad?” She blinks up at me, giving me an innocent look before nipping at my bottom lip.
“I don’t want you to be too sore.”
“I love that you love to take care of me, but sometimes you worry too much.” She dips her tongue in my mouth and wraps her hand around my cock. I grab her hips, lifting her up, and her legs wrap around my waist as I pin her to the shower wall. We don’t break our kiss as I enter her again, as I pump my cock in and out of her until we both come. She’s boneless in my arms, her head tucked into the crook of my neck.
“Mine,” she whispers breathlessly.
This girl. This fucking miracle of a girl. I will never be worthy of her. But I’m damn sure going to try to be every single day for the rest of our lives.
“Yours.”