Page 82 of The Sound in Silence

Erico

If Ariella seducing me outside wasn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced, this is. Having her grind on my lap and strip her bikini will easily make its way into my top ten experiences with her, but I think I’m minutes away from number one.

I’ve spent two days distancing myself from her out of fear I’ll rush her. Every passing second, there’s a mounting need to consume her. But now there’s a desire to watch her consumeme.Ariella taking control outside was a beautiful fucking thing.

She seems awkward and unsure of herself, but given that she’s risen to every challenge, I suspect she will this time too. Me being tied up is as much for her as it is me, and it has little to do with control and domination. Me placing my trust in her pretty, little hands will help her discover her own courage and self-assurance.

But in case she needs further encouragement, I murmur, “Ariella, you choose the pace. Explore how you want to.”

She blinks, as though wakening from a trance I almost lost her in. With a small shake of her head, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, she climbs on the bed and kneels between my legs. I watch her, curious, anticipating where she’ll begin when her nails scrape up the insides of my thighs.

My cock becomes harder beneath her gaze, and the moment her hands brush my underside, I’m a goner. Thirty-one fucking years old and I feel like an inexperienced teenager after one brief touch, about to come right fucking then.

She slides a hand around my shaft, slowly stroking me until my teeth sink into my bottom lip and I’m thankful as ever for the ropes keeping me down.

Still, I need to praise her, to reaffirm her actions. “I’ve never known a woman’s hands to be so perfect.God, your touch is fucking bliss.”

She pauses, casting a doubtful look at me.

“Ariella, I’m fucking serious. Keep it up and we won't have long.”

With a rough jerk of her hair, she orders me not to rush my orgasm. That gaze is so fucking expressive, and like it’s unlocked something—her confidence—she grins again and tightens her hold on me. One hand strokes the base of my cock, the other petting my head, her thumb circling the sensitive spot, making me groan. She strokes me for another minute before climbing overtop me, placing her wet pussy right against my length.

“God,sirena,yes.”

She’s so fucking warm. Wet. What I wouldn’t give to be able to touch her right now…but the knowledge I’ll soon be getting to watch her guide me into her also makes up for it.

But instead of heat encompassing my cock, I’m robbed of the promise. Instead, she rocks her cunt against me.

“Ariella.”

She shushes me with a hand over my mouth. Even tied, it’d be easy to buck her hand off me, but I’ve given her this control, and I crave to see how she manages it.

Just like outside, just like the day in my office, she rides my cock. Her wetness ensures there’s no friction, which makes breathing fucking impossible. Makes everything but feelingherimpossible.

“Fucking tease. My beautiful, beautiful tease.”

How anyone could mistake this girl for being shy now seems impossible.

Her pace slowly picks up, as does her breathing, quickly becoming shallow, her nails digging into my abs. Her head falls forward, focused, and the grin she once wore is now almost pained, driven with desire, with the craving to come.

My cock demands domination. Demands she untie me so I can throw her onto the mattress and fuck her hard, while the other half of me only wants this—to witness her lose her mind. To finally see her take control of her own life.

She rides me until she’s quivering, her legs clamping my waist. Until she moans and the rush of her desire slips from her pussy and soaks my cock, suggesting how drenched she is inside.

Her breaths shallow out, her shoulders lowering as she meets my gaze with a wicked smile. One promising more. One promising happiness. One promising confidence. And that’s the fucking sexiest thing in the world. Ariella shining through her own darkness.

“Bellissima.”Beautiful. Too tame a word for what’s really in my head. “The vision of you this instance will be with me until the day I die.”

A striking fact because they’re not words said in the moment. They’re the fucking truth. And the fact of the matter is exactly that: being aware I’ll likely go before my wife. I’ll likely eventually fuck up, will be taken out by a bullet when my luck runs out, when the crime life catches up. She’d be a mafia widow, able to move on from my death and find someone outside the entrapment of our marriage.

But now…now that my wife is Ariella, I fucking refuse to let her manage that grief. To allow her to move on. Death will have a motherfucking war on his hands if he thinks to come for me.

Ariella’s hands glide up my chest, breaking my thoughts. Her nails scrape over my nipples until cupping my neck as she leans closer. Her wet pussy rubs against my abs while she kisses me slowly, seductively.

Her quiet moan makes me want to break these ropes. To touch her. But I refuse to be like that asshole from her past and force something on her she won’t like.

“I’m fucking dying to get my hands on you.”

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