Page 94 of Vicious Arrangement
She wraps herself in my robe and then hugs the dog, who wags his tail madly.
I open the door to my part of the terrace, and he goes out, only to sit, looking in and enjoying the splash of dappled sun on his fur, judging by the little sound he makes.
“I need to take Angus out for a W-A-L-K and then see Gramps?—”
“Hell no, you’re staying in bed. Is he expecting you?”
She sits on the bed in my robe and says, “Today or tomorrow.”
“Then call him later. You’re staying here.”
She huffs. “I’m not staying in your bed alone.”
“Your beast is here.”
“Nope. I stay, you stay.”
“Well…” I look down. “My clothes are wet.” I strip down, and she watches closely.
Leaving the boxers I tackle her as she starts to rise and hold her down as I pull the covers up over us, then under that littlecanopy where we’re in our own world, I nudge aside the robe so she’s naked.
My boxer briefs grow tight, and I shuck them too, pulling her leg over me to gain access to her wet cunt.
It’s soft and inviting, and I kiss her long and slow as I finger her in gentle come hithers, and she moans.
The kiss deepens, and I roll to my back, taking her with me. Removing my fingers, I pull her down onto my cock, taking her in agonizing increments until I’m deep inside her. Then I start to move her until she takes over.
I let her fuck me, she does it in undulating movements, and her clit rubs against me, her pussy perfect and tight as she moves.
At first, she only rocks, but soon, as she starts to get caught in the wilder, deeper beat of passion, she starts to bounce.
I take her hips, helping, and I pull her so her mouth’s at mine, and I take her again. Harder, hotter, a kiss that’s just like sex.
Soon we’re at each other, the rhythm gone and morphed into something that shifts and grows with our urgency. Our world is shrunk down to this one act, and us, one creature. The passion bursts through me, and I can’t stop coming, but she comes, too, her spasms of orgasm forcing mine into higher intensity, and I swear I almost black out.
When we’re satiated, done, I pull the covers off our heads, and we sip and kiss each other, meandering, drawn-out, delightful caresses that soften and drift apart until she makes a little sound and snuggles in, falling asleep in my arms.
I shower and dress,and as I leave the room, I stop, stare as the dog slinks up and jumps next to Aria, messing up my bed. He gives me a defiant look and curls against her back, and she sighs.
Damn, I think she’s hooked me good.
I go to my study and stare at my phone. Fuck it. She’s right. I can say no. Then I can leave it at that. I can just delete whatever else he sends.
I text the number, asking him to call me back.
Almost immediately, the phone rings, and I press answer.
“Noah? I’m glad you called me back.”
I know he had his name in the email I deleted, but I just say, “I’m busy ,so what is it you want?”
“You know your father cheated on your mother a lot, right?”
It’s true. The man loved to torture her emotionally with that, all the details of what the women did to him, how they did it better, let him do all manners of things Mom wouldn’t, and then I’d hear her cry at night in bed, all those sounds filtering in.
He was fucking her, doing things she didn’t want to do, humiliating her and making her take it the way his women did. Like it was the only way she’d stop him from cheating.
I didn’t work that out then. But later… yeah…
