Chapter 42
Ari
After all the cities we visited and everything we saw on tour, Erica’s heart remained in California.
She wanted to be close to Max, and it was a bit nostalgic to return to where we met.
We picked somewhere a little over an hour away, landing in the Oceanside, California area.
It felt too poetic to pass over since we met and spent pretty much our entire time together on our Ocean-Side Cities Tour.
What my lovely mate doesn’t know, is that she thinks the house we wanted sold out from under us. When we settled on it, and she was absolutely certain that was the house she wanted, I went behind her back and bought it for her.
Now we’re on our way to the house, riding in her periwinkle bug that I had converted to a convertible for her. She huffed and puffed that I wanted to drive this time, and she might still be pouting in the passenger seat, but her hand is hanging outside the car, waving in the wind currents.
One of my favorite parts of this house is out the back door, there’s a slightly zigzagged wooden staircase that takes us straight to our own, private piece of the beach so we can enjoy the ocean in peace without worry of being seen.
When we pull up in the long, winding driveaway her breath catches and I know I’ve got her.
“What are we doing, Ari? They already sold the house,” she whisper-hisses at me, like someone’s going to hear us.
I just smile with my eyes on the road in front of me while she glares daggers into the side of my head.
When I park the car in the circle drive, right by the front door, she’s sinking into her seat to try to hide.
To make a show of it, I walk up the two small steps and knock. Obviously, no one answers so I ring the bell. “Huh, still no answer. I guess I could have just used the key,” I muse.
Her head whips around so fast that her windblown hair goes flying. “You didn’t?!” she squeals, more in the form of a question. “How did you keep this from me? You’re horrible at keeping secrets.”
She’s not wrong. I’m a blabbermouth and I get too excited and spill all the beans, but this one was too important.
“It was a real struggle, but it was worth it for that smile right there,” I declare, as I point an accusatory finger at the very reaction I crave.
Her door slams as she rushes me, throwing her arms around my neck as I pull her close and open the door wide to follow her in. In an instant, I’m jerking her back. “Wha—”
Before she can kick my whole ass for keeping her from her dream house, I pull her into my arms, lift her bridal style and carry her over the threshold of our first home together.
We walk through every room, and she tells me what furniture she wants to buy and how she wants to decorate everything. I nod and smile along because I couldn’t give two shits what couch she buys, as long as she’s happy.
When we’ve made it through the whole house and most of the property, she brings me back to what will be our bedroom. “Did you forget something?” I ask her, looking around the space and not seeing anything.
“Actually, I did,” she says in that smooth and sultry voice she saves for when she wants to have her way with me. Not giving her time to reconsider, I launch myself at her, taking her mouth with mine and claiming her.
She moans and whimpers, filling me with the need to remove all of her clothes.
Immediately. I fumble through the cute belts she has on and give up in a huff.
She already knows and pulls back with a feral grin on her face as she removes her clothes unbearably slow.
Our desire twines together in our bond, filling us completely.
Her eyes are hooded and pupils blown with lust when she drops her last garment to the side.
Realizing I was so busy watching her that I’m still completely clothed, I rip my clothes off in a flurry of fabric, causing my sweet siren to giggle.
When I reach her, I walk her to the wall and kneel before her. First sliding one of her thighs over my shoulder, followed by the next one. My body and the wall being the only things keeping her up.
I’m so proud of how far my perfect mate has come. Early in our relationship she would have never let me hold her like this, complaining that she was too heavy. Now she knows I can take care of her and doesn’t even let a thread of insecurity show in our bond.
Rewarding her for her strength, I use one had to spread her pink lips, lapping at her clit, making her yowl. With my other hand, I reach between her legs and slide two fingers into her hot core and pump them against the muscle that makes her clench and quiver around me.
When she’s close to coming, I stop. She gasps at me but knows I’ll make up for it. Instead of having her against the wall, I lie where she said she planned to put the bed and beckon her over to me.
When she’s straddled in place, I let my hands massage her fucking perfect breasts. “Ride me, love.”
She lines my throbbing cock up with her perfect pussy and allows herself to glide down slowly, but wastes no time in taking what she needs.
She picks her luscious body up and impales herself on my dick until her rhythm starts to stutter.
We’re both close, so I plant my feet on the floor and rut into her from below while she cries my name as her orgasm overtakes her.
Two more pumps and I’m done for, groaning and growling while she milks me dry.
She lies on my chest and we’re a perfectly sweaty mess in what will be our bedroom in our home.
“Surprise!” I pant through my sex-gravelled voice.
She offers me a breathless laugh, laying her head on her arms crossed on my chest.
“I love you so much, Ari. Thank you for the perfect house. The perfect life. Thank you for finding me and letting me be part of your world.”
The End