Page 51 of One Wild Ride

TWENTY

Alexander

“Kiss me where?” Aria asked.

I furrowed my brow. “Now. In this room.”

Her lips curved. “I mean here,” Aria pointed to her mouth, “or here?” She sat back spreading her legs, letting me know which kiss she preferred.

I didn’t know if I would be alive when this was all over because I might die of bliss. She was perfect. My cock twitched and I had to cup myself to ease the tension.

“Why don’t you lie back and find out.”

Aria shifted to the middle of the bed and did as I said. It didn’t take her long to remove her clothes. The purple lace she wore under her jeans instantly became my favorite color.

Curiosity took over. I slid my fingers over the tender skin of her inner thigh until I reached the lace edge. Aria’s expression was a cross between longing and impatience.

I should kiss her first. Do all the things I had seen in movies, but my hand wouldn’t stop. My fingers discovered even softer skin. Slick and hot and tempting me further.

She sighed. That was it. I closed my eyes and pushed my fingers inside her.

Aria shifted and I heard her moan. I opened my eyes to watch her as my fingers sank inside. She was exquisite. I could barely think as my hand moved in and out of her body.

“Oh, Alex,” she said biting that plump lip of hers that I wanted to fuck later.

My thumb moved over her folds and she whimpered. The more I gave her the more her hips moved up and down and the wetter she became.

I stopped and lifted my hand. My fingers glistened and my nose flared at the scent—her scent. I wanted more of her and I licked my fingers.

It was different than I had expected—not that I had any idea how a woman would taste—but it caused my mouth to water. I had a feeling this was uniquely Aria and that made me crave more.

“Do you want to continue?” Aria asked her greedy fingers dipping under her panties.

“You want more?” I said watching her play with herself.

She nodded, her back arching as she pushed both hands down and began to fuck herself. She was incredible. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I pushed off my jeans and navy boxer briefs so I could work my cock.

“I’m going to watch you, Aria. And when I come, I want you to lick it off me,” I said to see if she would agree to something I so desperately wanted. These fantasies filled me with shame for so long, and I wondered if Aria would want them too.

“Yeah. God, Alex. You are so hot,” Aria said, and I could hear the slapping wet noise as she rode her hands.

She wanted more, from me, so I gave it to her. I reached over and added two of my fingers to her pussy so she was taking me with her own.

She arched her back. “Oh yeah, Alex.”

“You like that, Aria? You want to be filled?” I said as I moved with the motion of her hands.

“Yes, make me come, Alex. Please.”

It was the begging that really did it. To watch her squirm and plead for release made me rock hard.

“What do you want?” I said watching her brown eyes turn almost black from desire. Her body was flush and all I wanted to do was climb her, pin her to the bed, and go wild.

But if I did that, I wouldn’t last.

“I want to see you. I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Until that point I was only lightly touching myself, just enough to ease the tension. My focus was on her. I never realized that she would be as turned on by me as I was by her.

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