Chapter 31 #2
“No,” I answer, shifting slightly to slide my hand lower, pressing my fingers inside her pussy.
Her answering inhale is a little too loud, but I quickly continue.
“My dad raised me out in Washington state. I came out here for college and couldn’t bear to leave once I graduated.
Everything is so beautiful here and I absolutely fell in love with the rhythm of the city. ”
With every word, my fingers pump in and out of Cherry slowly and deliberately, dragging my palm against her clit with every movement.
Her breathing starts to get a little shakier as she tries to stay still and quiet.
I chat with the driver, David, about inane things, but I am focused on every twitch, breath, and clench coming from the woman beside me.
As I feel her beginning to approach climax, I still, my fingers remaining deep inside her. She lets out a shaky breath and I feel her body slowly relax a bit.
“Oh? And what does she do for work?” I say in response to David telling us about his oldest daughter.
As he starts into telling another story, I start slowly pumping my fingers in and out again.
This time, the build is much quicker and her disappointment when I stop is much stronger, according to the betrayed look sent my way.
This continues for the rest of the drive. I bring her to the edge four more times before stopping as the fifteen-minute drive turns to forty-five because of traffic. By the time we reach Karma, Aria is tensed like a coiled spring.
After ensuring that the driver was paid and tipped well, we head into the dark building. Aria pushing ahead of me silently.
Oh shit. Did I fuck up? I hope to the goddess I’m wrong.
However, her silence continues through the shop, up the stairs and into our shared apartment.
She stalks inside first, feet carrying her directly to the living room.
I pause and turn towards the door to lock it.
When I glance back at her, she is coming back my way.
“Aria, are you o—” My question is cut off as she pins me against the door, lips claiming mine with a ferocity I am unused to seeing from my sweet Cherry. She devours my lips I can’t help but melt into her.
Eventually, she moves, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my jaw to the sensitive spot where my neck meets the shoulder. I shiver at her touch.
“Do you have any idea how I am feeling right now?” Aria asks, then gently brushes her teeth over the same area. “I am driven mad by my need for you. And if you don’t give me what I need right now, then I am going to—” A light press of her teeth. “—Take. It.”
She pulls back long enough to meet my gaze. Her beautiful stormy gray eyes are almost overtaken by her dilated pupils. The feral look she gives me exudes her desperation, but I see the question in her eyes. If I say no, she will stop.
But I don’t want her to.
She drops to her knees. Her grip is deliciously rough as she shoves my dress up, finding me bare underneath, and hoists one of my legs over her shoulder, locking it in place. Her other hand reaches between her parted legs.
“Hold on tight, Princess.” Is the last thing I hear before I am conquered.
Her lips and tongue trace and lick and consume every part of my pussy. With my back against the door and my leg held in place, there is nowhere for me to escape. Instead, I surrender.
Her tongue flicks against my clit, causing me to cry out and grasp desperately at the now loose chignon, further mussing it. I cannot bring myself to care about that as she brings me higher and higher, getting closer and closer before she stops completely.
My disappointment is waylaid as her grip on my leg tightens.
I glance down and watch her lean her head against my thigh, face pinched in pleasure, as she rides her fingers to the release she has been so desperately craving.
Her cries are beautiful music to my ears and I stroke her hair until her grip on me loosens fractionally and she stops bucking and writhing at my feet.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper. At my words, her gaze snaps back up, eyes still a little glazed from the strength of her orgasm. I see her preen in her uninhibited state. However, it only lasts a moment before her gaze sharpens.
“You have been teasing me all night, Princess,” she says, her voice husky.
“I am not nearly done with you yet.” She returns her mouth to my core and I yelp from the sudden onslaught.
The hand she had previously used to pleasure herself comes up to meet her mouth and I feel the press of her fingers as she pumps one in and out before adding another.
I moan at the feeling and my head hits the door.
The feeling of her fingers filling me while her tongue drives me insane is too much. My orgasm builds once more and my grip on her hair tightens. At that, she pulls back once more, removing her fingers completely, and I growl in frustration.
“I don’t think so,” she taunts, smirking wickedly at my panting form as she keeps me in place. After another minute or two, she leans back in and gently kisses my clit. I shudder at her touch.
“Please, Cherry,” I beg.
“Please what, Princess?” she asks, a faux air of innocence permeating her tone.
“Please make me come.”
She hums noncommittally and swirls her tongue around my clit once, twice, before stopping and looking back up at me.
“I think you can do better than that. Beg, Princess.”
Her eyes are like two dark storm clouds and I wonder where the shy, unsure woman went.
But, dear fucking goddess, I am not complaining, I think as goosebumps cover my skin.
“Please, Cherry. I need to come so badly. I need your mouth on me. I need you to fuck me until I come all over your fingers. I feel like I’m going insane, I need you so bad,” I plead shamelessly, watching as her face grows more and more pleased.
Without warning, she plunges two fingers back into my pussy, thrusting in time with the rapid flicking of her tongue back and forth on my clit.
I climb once more, higher and higher, until my orgasm washes over me with such intensity that I almost black out.
I am lost to the sensations. A guttural moan forces its way out of my throat as I buck and writhe against her face.
Distantly, I feel a wave of liquid leave me and I feel Aria smile against my skin.
When I finally come down from the high, I look down and see Aria licking her fingers clean, my juices dripping from her chin. She meets my eyes and grins salaciously.
“I didn’t know you were a squirter,” she muses casually, and I feel my face heat, “but goddamn that was fucking hot.”
She helps me stretch my leg out and ensures I’m steady on my feet before she slowly stands as well. Once we are both steady, I grab her throat and pull her down into a messy kiss.
“I am not nearly done with you,” I hiss, biting her neck and reveling in the cry it produces.
I drag her into the bedroom and shut the door behind us, more than happy to take my time and get lost in her all night long.