Page 16 of Broken Beauty
I start my pace slow, making sure I only go halfway but circling her clit and moving my finger farther inside her. Ariella's eyes widen as I keep doing that movement slowly.
Ariella whimpers when I start to thrust my finger inside her faster. She cries as I play with her clit and I love the way lust takes over her face. She looks like she is up in the clouds.
Ariella and I have never gone this far. It's always just been grinding and kissing between us since I met her. I have never touched her until this moment and I don't think I will be able to stop.
I lean down and my lips attach to her neck. I kiss and nibble at her neck, marking her to show everyone that she's mine.
I only met this girl two weeks ago and she changed my entire outlook on everything.
For two weeks we have been with one another non-stop and it's so hard to not touch her but the wait is fucking worth it.
Ariella is making me goddamn feral.
Ariella clenches onto my fingers before she finally lets out a loud moan and releases all over my hand. Ariella moans and closes her legs, hiding her face in my chest.
I take my fingers out of her and I hold myself above her so I'm not crushing her.
Ariella wraps her arms around me and she brings my head into her shoulders.
A few minutes later Ariella's breathing is steady and I assume she is sleeping.
I get comfortable and lay down next to her, pulling her closer to me and she snuggles into my chest.
Last thing I see before darkness is Ariella.
Seven
Ash
Present
That well-known feeling creeps into my soul, urgent to feel the sensation of the cracked glass broken into my fist.
It's strong and I haven't felt this need since before the end of the summer.
The last time I sawher.
As I look at myself in the mirror all I see is rage. I want to crack the mirror in front of me for feeling this way. I shouldn't feel the need to resort to these ways but it's a trained condition that my mother made me start doing.
Even though she's dead, I still think about her every day and I need it all to stop.
I just need to stop thinking.
I leave my bathroom before I do anything stupid.
The towel loosens from my waist when I reach for my briefs. As I slip my briefs on, the towel falls to the floor. I change into a pair of jeans at the same time I hear the front door open and close.
I pick up my towel and throw it in my laundry bin before leaving my room and walking downstairs where I see my father looking around my penthouse.
This used to be his but he ended up letting me stay here while I study in California.
It was a last minute decision, me moving here.
But after this summer I just couldn't leave.
Leaving would mean leaving her and I just couldn't let her go, not yet at least.
I could easily buy my own penthouse but I am trying to save every cent I have for when I am done with school.
