Page 54 of The Souls We Claim
Her lips, so fucking soft, pillow my own. She tastes like my toothpaste, and I wonder if she used my toothbrush. An intimate thing. Her tongue is tentative, but she follows my lead as we lean into the kiss.
I pull her body to mine, our chests colliding, and wrap my arms around her. Her skin is so soft and warm. Sliding my hands beneath her pajamas, I stroke up her back, getting to know the shape of her intimately. When I dip below the waistband of her shorts, I grip the cheeks of her ass firmly and line her up against my hardening cock.
Arianne slides her leg over my hip, and I feel the heat of her pussy through the cotton that separates us.
“Jax,” she moans when I roll my hips and slide my cock against her.
I trail kisses down her neck and pop the buttons on her pajama top.
I want to know everything about this woman. What she likes, what secrets she has hidden. I want to know what responses I can draw out of her. I want to learn to drive her body like a finely tuned engine. Lubricated and fast.
Finally, I suck her nipple into my mouth, and Arianne’s hands sink into my hair, holding me there. All good intentions of taking it easy on her disappear. I bite firmly around her areola, and Arianne gasps, her body tensing for a moment. Her breasts are real, soft, a palmful. Not big enough to fuck, but definitely sensitive from the way Arianne arches beneath me.
I can tell by the way her legs move, she’s desperate to rub her thighs together, to ease the ache in her core. And I want to be the one who gives her the relief she needs.
Some of the club girls like to put on a show. Moaning, screaming, telling me how fucking good I am, how big I am. But there is nothing fake about Arianne’s reactions. If anything, they’re muted.
Lips press to my shoulder, nails dig into my hip, and her back arches, flaunting perfect nipples that pucker.
Without the words from her, I focus on the reactions of her body. The way she tenses and releases. The soft sighs and the punctuated gasps.
I wonder if that prick of an ex told her to keep quiet at some point. Or maybe it’s Lola sleeping around the corner. But even the thought of that isn’t enough to cool my jets.
I kiss her stomach before sliding her shorts down her legs. She’s bare, just how I like it, and I settle between her legs as she opens them wide for me.
I kiss the soft skin of her thighs and can smell how aroused she is. “You want me to lick your pussy, kitten?” Normally, I don’t ask. But I want Ari to feel like she can back out of this at any stage.
“Please, although…”
While the breathypleasetells me she wants it, thealthoughis enough to make me stop. I don’t usually like inexperienced women. I want the ones who know what they want. The ones who are game to play and try new things.
But suddenly there is nothing more important than navigating Ari through her needs. I want to be the man who does that for her more than my next breath.
“Although what?”
“It’s just. Urgh. Patrick never liked going down on me. He never did. So, I don’t know if I like it or not or can orgasm that way or…”
The words come out so fast, I crawl back up Arianne’s body. Cupping her cheek, I kiss her again, slowly, druggingly, until she calms beneath me. “Try that again, kitten.”
“Please don’t make me.”
“Why not?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
And here’s a kink I never knew I had. It’s been a fucking long time since I slept with someone who found it hard to verbalize their needs, who wasn’t sexually confident. I’m not used to having to work for it, and I find I want to.
“Tell me.”
“My sex life sucked. It was always what Patrick wanted. There were many things he never did, and I could tell you his routine, the motions he would go through, down to the minute. I wanted you to…you know…but I was worried that I wouldn’t…and that you might…I don’t want to do this wrong. I don’t want to ruin this for you. I need you to teach me how to get it right.”
I love that she places my enjoyment on her list. I fucking love a good Daddy and Little roleplay, but it’s genuine with Ari. My cock thickens at the thought of all the things I could teach her.
“First, the fact you want to please me is really fucking special, Ari. I’m a lucky man that you’ll let me show you how to do this, but there is no such thing as getting sex right. It’s messy, and energetic, and quiet, and tense, and intimate, and anonymous. It’s whatever you feel like in that moment with that person. Second, in the future, you don’t settle for shit sex. You fill yourlife to the brim with the best sex you can have. And third, I want to know if you want me to suck on your clit and tongue your pussy to see if I can make you come?”
Her cheeks go pink, and she looks at me with those guileless eyes of hers. “Yes. But what if I can’t?”
I shrug. “Then you can’t. Meanwhile, I get to do the one thing I’ve wanted to since that morning in the bedroom: I get to taste you. Enjoy the feel of you rocking against my face.”
