Page 142 of I Promise You
We’re on the same couch where we shared our first kiss.
The way he’s moving, it’s different. It’s like he's savoring every second. He’s moving into me slowly and deeply, and I can feel everything. I can feel the head of his dick move in and out of my entrance.
He groans every time he pulls out and then pushes himself in.
“You’re so fucking tight...fuck,” he whispers as he kisses down my neck. He trails his tongue down to my chest and then takes my right breast into his mouth. He sucks on it hard, humming, and then puts my other breast into his mouth.
His movements start to speed up, burying himself deeper and deeper inside of me. When he pulls my waist closer to him like he’s starving, the way his fingers dig into my ass like he’s greedy to have all of me until I’m consumed by him enlightens more and more.
“Baby, you smell so good...taste so fucking good.” He breathes onto the skin of my neck, then he sucks on my nipple again as he moves inside me. Holding it tight in his palm, squeezing my chest, I throw my head back and close my eyes tight as his grip tightens.
The pain is world-shattering.
I’d let him do anything to me.
He keeps hitting the same spot deep inside of me, and I’m screaming, moaning at the top of my lungs every time he touches it, and my clit brushes against him.
He knows how to work my body every fucking time. He’s so much taller than me, bigger than me, and yet he’s careful not toactuallyhurt me.
Suddenly, he’s pulling me up, keeping his cock deep inside me as he shifts positions. He sits on the couch, facing the fireplace and television like he’s watching, and I’m on top.
I’m breathing heavenly, and he's looking at me intensely right before he pulls the back of my head closer to his. His big hand grips me with desperation.
His eyebrows furrow when I lift myself off of him to tease him.
“Jesus Christ, Ari…” he growls with lustrous need. “Get back down,” he demands impatiently.
I smirk at his stunned anger.
His hands go to my waist, and he digs his fingers into my skin, forcing me to sit on his length, but I hold my ground.
“Promise me something?” I look at him, my lips curving into a soft smile. I can feel my cheeks heat, and the warmth from what I feel for Danny only spreads faster.
“Anything.” One of his hands moves down to palm my ass, and he cups it, grasping it like he owns me.
He wants me to ride him.
“Promise me you won’t ever hide the things you don’t like about yourself to me? I want the vulnerability and the sadistic parts of you. You can be every variant of yourself with me. I hope you know that,” I whisper. I reach out to feel his abs. Each of my fingers goes across his abs, down to his groin.
The veins near his lower stomach pop out, and I trace them with my fingers.
It’s important that he knows this. I’m not sure if he ever had anyone to tell him that he’s the most amazing man in this world, even with all of his scarred, haunted past.
I love all of him.
He swallows, and I can see his Adam’s apple move as he does. His chest rising and falling. Sweat flows down his chest hair, and I can feel myself growing clammy.
I don’t want him to treat me like I’m fragile. Ever since we got back to Iraq this past year, he hasn't belittled me like when we first met.
When he returned home after his deployment, he was the opposite. He looks at me like a queen. Especially after we lost our baby, I don’t want to let Shane and Nora have this hold on me. I’m stronger than their hatred for me. I won’t let them destroy my future with Danny or my mental health.
“I promise you.” He moves his hand to my face, pushing my bangs behind my ear.
I bite my lip, and then I rock my hips into him, and he throws his head back onto the couch. I move my hips forward and back, and he tightens both ass cheeks, squeezing them hard.
I ride him, and all you can hear is moans and the fireplace crackling.
“Just don’t run. Because I plan on destroying your ass while you wear my hands like a choker necklace until you black out.”
