10. Skylar #3
Well, fuck me! I thought. Now I was thinking about him bending me over the island. If I wasn’t planning on coming back to the food he brought, I’d definitely let him strip me bare.
“Another time. Right now, I want you in my bed.”
He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me through my living room toward the hallway. I couldn't believe this was happening. The girl who had fantasized about Aries Yerba for years was finally getting what she'd dreamed about.
"First door on the left," I whispered against his ear, letting my teeth graze his earlobe. The sound he made in response sent heat straight to my core.
When we reached my bedroom, he set me down gently.
I went to reach for the light switch, but Aries’ deep voice filled the room first. “Leave it,” he said.
We stood in front of one another as the moonlight filtered in, providing a sensual glow upon us.
His hands moved from my shoulders, down my sides, and when he reached the hem of my sweater, he asked, "Can I?
" His voice was filled with so much want and desire.
"Please," I breathed, lifting my arms as he pulled the soft material over my head.
His eyes darkened as they took in my chocolate-colored lace bra, and I felt powerful under his hungry gaze. He kept eye contact as his hands moved to the button of my jeans. He moved at a normal pace, but it felt like it was slow motion in my mind.
I had a feeling he was taking his time, giving me a chance to change my mind. Once the button and zipper were undone, instead of pulling my pants down, Aries reached up and cupped my face.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Tell me now if you don’t want to cross this line. Because I plan on worshipping every inch of your body if you’re sure.”
Shivers tingled down my spine picturing everything he said.
I knew it was guaranteed to be one hundred times better than my dream.
Instead of a verbal answer, I went to remove my pants, and after I stepped out of them, I turned my attention to the clothes covering his body.
It was my turn to undress him. I removed his shirt, with a little help from him because he was much taller than me.
Aries’ jeans, though, that was all me. I unbuttoned and unzipped while I returned the heated gaze, he gave me when he was undressing me.
Only, as I slid his pants down, I squatted so I could follow them to the floor.
Then I untied his sneakers, helped him get his foot out of each one, and then guided his pants off his legs.
I moved my hands up his muscled calves, to his impressive, equally muscled thighs, until my eyes were level with the more than impressive bulge in his briefs. My fucking mouth watered.
I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward and mouthed his cock through the fabric of his briefs, inhaling his masculine scent and feeling the heat of him against my lips.
"Fuck," Aries hissed, his hand coming down to tangle in my hair.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down, revealing his impressive length. My breath caught in my throat. He was magnificent—thick, long, and already glistening at the tip.
"You're staring," he said, his voice strained with need.
"Just admiring the view," I replied, looking up at him through my lashes. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly as I maintained eye contact. "You're even more impressive than I imagined."
"You've been imagining this?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Oh, shut up.” I replied, with very little bark.
“Talk dirty to me, baby. Be mean.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I loved that the moment was filled with heat, yet at the same time, he was able to make me laugh.
“I’m not mean,” I protested.
"Yes, you are," Aries said, his hand tightening in my hair. "You're mean to me all the time. You cancel my surgeries, you tell me what to do, you put me in my place with that sharp tongue of yours."
I felt my cheeks flush at his words, but there was something in his tone that made heat pool between my thighs. "That's just work," I whispered.
"Is it?" He guided my head closer to his length. "Because I think you like having control over me. I think you like making me bend to your will."
I couldn't deny it. There was something intoxicating about being the one person who could make the great Aries Yerba back down. "Maybe I do," I admitted.
"Then show me," he challenged, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how mean you can be."
Something shifted. Even though I knew he didn’t mean it in a way that meant yell at his ass, I was turned on by the thought of him not minding being handled. Oftentimes, men wanted to be in charge, and by the way Aries typically carried himself, I would have thought the same about him.
However, here he was, seemingly giving up control to me. I was going to have fun tonight. Fuck whatever came in the morning. I’d deal with it when the sun rose.
Get on the bed, I ordered.