Page 116 of The Souls We Claim
Her confidence in herself is as arousing as the feel of her gentle hands on me.
I stroke the side of her face, her skin soft to the touch. She turns and places a kiss on my palm.
“You don’t have to do this, Ari.”
She sits back on her heels. “I know. But you’ve been such a good boy.” She keeps her face straight for about two seconds, then laughs. “Sorry, it sounds so much better when you call me a good girl.”
“You wanna dominate me, kitten?”
Ari grins. “Put your hands behind your head on the sofa.”
I do as she says, but she groans.
“What?”
“Your biceps are huge.”
That makes me smile, and of course I flex them. “You make it sound like it’s a problem.”
“It is for my concentration,” she mutters.
I glance down to where my cock is pressing hard against my jeans. “I got something that needs some of your concentration.”
“I was getting there before you distracted me.” She reaches for the button of my jeans, undoing it before gently lowering the zipper. My cock feels every vibration.
I suck in some air and, for a moment, close my eyes, until her hands on me makes me jump.
“You’re so thick,” Ari says as she strokes my length. “And always so hard.”
Her hand slides from tip to balls and back again. Long and deliberate. “Only for you, kitten. Use your mouth.”
I open my eyes so I can watch. Surprisingly, she starts with my balls. Licking them, sucking one and then the other into her mouth. It feels good and speaks to a promise that soon those lips will be wrapped around another part of me.
I think back to the first time she put her mouth on my cock. There is no hint of nerves in her actions today. It’s all confidence and desire.
Candlelight flickers, casting shadows along the hollow of her cheeks. The urge to tangle my hands in her hair is unrelenting, but for now, I keep my hands where she told me.
Her tongue slides along the vein on the underside of my cock, but it’s her eyes I can’t stop looking at. I know when a woman is rooted in her own skin, owning her sexuality in a way that is undeniable and sexy as fuck. Right now, she isn’t thinking about how she looks or sounds, but is utterly immersed in enjoying this moment with me.
When she licks the head, a strand of pre-cum stretching from my slit to the tip of her tongue, my cock jerks. “Fuck, Ari.”
“No fucking tonight,” she says. “Just this. Just you.”
And then she sucks me into her wet warmth, and I thrust my head back against my arms, my body arching. The involuntary action forces my cock farther down Ari’s throat, but she doesn’t complain.
She adds her hand, stroking the length that can’t fit into her mouth.
“Yeah. Like that. As deep as you can take it,” I say.
And, holy fuck, I slide down the back of her throat. Her eyes water as she gags, saliva spilling down over my cock, wetting her hand.
It takes every last ounce of self-control to not thrust, but I do grab her head between my palms, holding her where I want her.
“You squeeze my thighs if it’s too much,” I say, pulling a final moment of sanity before I cave into what this precious girl is giving me.
She lifts her head slightly, and while I let go, thinking she wants to stop, all she does is lick up some of the saliva before sucking me back down her throat again.
This time I do what I please. I hold her head, and I thrust into the back of her throat. Ari lets go with her hand, placing both palms flat on my thighs, her fingers outstretched.
