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A tremulous smile curved her pouty lips. “For a man who wrote down instructions on how to please me, you seem to know exactly what you want.”
“I do know what I want. I just wanted to make sure that it is pleasurable for you too and not just me. So, stop talking and come kiss me.”
Smiling, she moved her hips in the back-and-forth motion that dropped her wetness up against his cock, and he groaned out loud. Then slowly, like a cat stretching, her palms moved up his abdomen, his chest, and then gripped his shoulders as she leaned down. He ravaged her mouth. There was no other word for it. And the more he got of her, the more he wanted, as if it were nothing but a slippery slope toward some unknown destination. Even that couldn’t shake his lust.
He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and licked and nipped it as if he was laying siege. He swallowed her moans and groans and mewls and still he couldn’t get enough. He sent his hands exploring every curve and dip of flesh, wanting to push her to the edge again. With deft, hard strokes, he touched her everywhere, squeezed her breasts, until her nipples dipped into his mouth. He caught one aching peak with his lips, slightly grazed his teeth and she reacted like lightning painting the sky.
He loved how responsive she was to everything he did. They rolled and rubbed their bodies, seeking a deeper touch, needing more and more, breaths mingling and separating.
The surge of sensations was stifling and he waited for his mind to want to separate itself from the feelings crowding him. But it never came. And he knew it was because this was Dahlia, a woman he trusted like no one else. The one person in his entire world who saw him, knew him and wanted him. Who had stood by his side through so much.
“I want to touch you again,” she said, and then her fingers came around his cock again and all thoughts fled.
He thrust his hips into her hold, and covered her hands with his, showing her that he needed a firmer grip and quicker strokes. Like the efficient assistant she’d always been, she took instruction well in this too.
And when he knew he was going too far, he pushed her onto her back on the bed. Her thighs fell away, instantly creating a cradle for him. He notched the tip of his cock at her folds and rubbed himself up in her wetness. Heat gathered in his balls, begging to explode. “There are some condoms behind you in the drawer,” he said, somehow managing to remember it at the last moment.
“I get tested regularly and I’m on the pill. You?” she said, her voice husky with desire.
“I’ve never wanted to do this with anybody else, Dahlia.”
“Then we’re good,” she said, palms stretched over his chest.
“I want better than good. I want everything.” He plunged into her in one stroke.
Having fixated on bringing pleasure to Dalia, he had watched endless amounts of porn in the last couple of weeks. He had taken himself in hand and gotten off so many times that he felt like a teenager. And yet nothing could equal the pleasure of her squeezing him as if she was made for him. Pleasure pounded at Ares from all directions and he felt like he might drown if he didn’t move. Still, he somehow managed to catch his breath and looked down at her from his perch on his elbow.
“You okay? Did I do that too roughly?”
The sleek muscles of her thighs trembled as she gave a slow thrust of her hips while he ground down into her.
“No, it’s perfect, Ares. It’s better than anything I have ever imagined. It feels like you’re here,” she said, bringing his palm to her chest. Her heart thudded madly.
He caught her lips in a rough kiss. “I want to come, Dahlia, so badly. And I’m not sure if I can be gentle.”
“Yes,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the nape of his neck. Dragging her nipples against his chest in a delicious glide. “Whatever you need…please take me and use me as you want.”
There was no turning back after that.
Ares found the rhythm he liked and pounded into her mercilessly. Her groans only added to the surge of heat tunneling down his spine, into his balls.
Cupping her knee, he pushed her leg into her chest as far as he could. “Keep your eyes on me,” he said, when she closed her eyes for a moment. “I need you here with me, Dahlia. I need you.”
She raked her nails down his back and the hiss of pain only added to the pleasure chasing him. “I am here, Ares. I’m here all the way with you.”
“Come with me,” he said as his climax began to light a trail down his spine. He wanted to feel how her orgasm felt around his cock. He wanted her so delirious with pleasure, that if somehow, she managed to leave him, he was imprinted in her heart and soul.
With his finger on her clit, he tilted her hips and angled his thrusts until he hit that point that had made her scream just minutes earlier.
And soon, she was shivering around him, squeezing him like a vise, for everything he could give. Then she fell apart with his name on her lips, her nails digging into his flesh.
Ares came in a mindless rush, heart pounding in his ears, his entire body, jerking and shaking as his orgasm crashed over him. It was unlike anything he had ever known, the pleasure that rushed at him.
And in his heart, he wondered if this moment was the culmination of nine years of knowing her. Why had he waited this long to make her his?
CHAPTER TEN
Their grandparents’ anniversaryhad been celebrated. Even his birthday had been marked and gushed over, like it had never been before. Most of the extended family and friends had taken their leave and hopefully, the grand loving-family showboating that his parents excelled at was over. It had only been close to four weeks but it felt like an eternity.
