Arrick doesn’t say anything, just smiles at me and then pulls his top over his head in one easy
movement, that flawless physique on show, rippling lines of toned muscle and dark art and my stomach
flips over with the sight of it. His body never fails to get my heart racing, tracing the fine line of fair hair
up his abs until it blends to smooth skin and then meets the scattering across his chest. He’s so much
sexier than he was as a teen; losing that air of boyishness and growing into maturity really did increase
his level of hotness. He was always cute, nicely toned, and sexy, yet he came into his own after twenty-
one.
“Better?” He smirks cheekily, watching the progression of my fingertips and tensing his stomach with
every tickle and caress. I watch it mesmerized, longing to see the rest of him even more so now.
“Umm … you know these really should stay dry, best if they come off too.” I tug at his sweatpants and
smile when he leans down and slides them off without argument, so he is only in a pair of very sexy
fitted boxers and nothing else. It’s not hard to see why women go gooey for him when there is not
much hidden. He should never be shy of the package he is carrying anyway. It works like a switch,
hitting me right in my pelvis and the instant sizzle of horniness hit me hard. Pressing my knees together
as my throat suddenly gets dry. Arrick’s pupils are already large with the lack of light, but now his eyes
look so dark and consumed with unveiled lust, it changes his whole face. Body giving off new vibes as
though he can already sense what I am going to ask him for.
“Seems a little unfair that I get to keep my clothes dry while this dress definitely looks dry clean only.”
He leans in breathily, rubs his nose against mine to deliver a kiss, sexily delicate and heating me up
easily. I turn around so he’s behind me, moving my hair aside so I can peek back at him coyly and
guide his hands to my back in a bid to urge him to take it off.
I let his hands go as he moves to unzip it, slowly, stopping to kiss me on the back of the neck as he
goes. His warm hand slides the zipper down and then slowly and gently pushes the dress off my
shoulders, caressing my exposed flesh as he goes so that my eyes flutter shut at the contact. It pools
around my ankles on the floor and I step out and kick it aside without looking. Lost in the feel of his
touch on me, tracing patterns across my shoulders and down my spine sensually. There is no doubt
that he’s turned on, yet I know he won’t do anything about it. In that, I can always trust him.
“I’m awful at taking my underwear off.” I whisper huskily, looking over my shoulder at him and seeing
the same lustful glaze to his eyes that I’m sure mine have too. For something that started out sweet
and romantic, the air is sizzling with sexual tension and he doesn’t hesitate to unclip my bra and slowly
slide it off from behind, kissing my shoulder and then easing my panties off. My body is churning with
need, every ounce of me vibrating with impatience and desire.
He smooths them down my legs and then removes them one foot at a time, throwing them on top of
our clothes on the floor casually. His eyes scanning my body and devouring me shamelessly. His hand
skims the curve of my ass, yet he moves both to my waist, trying to tame his urges and stay in a safe
zone.
He lets me go and bends behind me and realize he is taking the last of his clothes off too, so that we
are completely naked with each other for the first time, sober. The memories of Leila’s party are hazy,
and we had more darkness than this, so were unable to appreciate each other in our natural splendor. I
don’t feel nervous at all. I feel desirable and safe, skin tingling with his soft touches as he comes back
to stand up behind me. Trembling with how different it feels to have him against me, skin on skin and
completely aware of every single touch. Heightened senses and crazily alert.
He runs his fingertips down my neck, erupting in a million sizzling goosebumps as he trails them down
my spine and across one of my butt cheeks slowly. I can hear the change in his breathing, the charge
between us in the air.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever known. I can’t believe that you’re mine, that I get to touch you
like this, get to kiss you every day. I’m so in love with you, Sophs, every single tiny inch of you.” His
voice is in my ear, low and sexy, tickling my neck and I close my eyes to the sensation of his skin on
my skin again. Heart erupting at his words and I just want to turn and throw myself into his arms and
kiss him to death. I want so badly to tell him how much I love him too. I pray that the mental block
stopping me from that one tiny detail can be cured with one final step in bringing us together properly.
Every part of me longing with desire to feel the way he’s making my neck feel. I want to feel him inside
me, to have that mouth back on places he brought to ecstasy before. I want it more than oxygen right
now and every yearning ache has me tensing in anticipation, a need so strong I may scream if he
denies me.
“Make love to me.” I whisper it so surely, yet so breathily that I don’t think he hears me at first. His hand
pauses on my back as he registers what I have asked of him. I was so sure he knew this is where I
wanted this to go, until this very second.
“I don’t want to put you back there.” His words come out painfully, so much emotion and I can hear how
torn he is. Despite the way he’s touching me, the way his body is sending every signal that he wants
this as much as I do, he is still trying to look after me.
I love you so much.
“Try for me, please. I need this, to heal, to feel normal.” the tears well up inside, afraid that he won’t
take this further and I really need him to. I need to feel like I can be everything I should be in a normal
relationship, to be a normal woman. That I can be to him what he deserves, he needs … despite his
reassurance that he doesn’t. I want to show him how much I love and trust him, and I need to do it
where words fail me.
Arrick slides his arms around my waist and kisses me on the neck. Pulling me against him so I can feel
his body against every inch of mine. That delicious sensation of our naked bodies completely engaged,
and it only fuels my longing for more from him.
“Does it feel to you like I don’t want to try?” He smiles against my shoulder and I have to admit there’s a
hard wedge up my back, nestled above my butt in a pretty obvious way. I giggle, both nervous
suddenly, and because it is unexpected, the humor in something so serious as this.
Arrick turns me slowly to him, moving back a little and putting space between us, yet moving in to kiss
me gently. He grazes his nose against mine, hands coming up to cup my face as he leans down to
bridge our height difference. He pulls me against him, so my hands go up and around his neck and his
kiss deepens passionately, molding to me, moving with me and I let my tongue slide to his to initiate
more. I am fully aware of his rock-hard self against my pelvis, I can barely ignore it when it’s that
obvious and yes, for a moment, I doubt that I’m equipped for it. As horrid as it is to compare, but my
mind does it automatically and abhors myself for it, but he’s obviously well endowed. I wonder that I
even managed it once before.
“I want you so badly I can almost taste it, but I don’t want what happened last night to happen again.
Ever.” Arrick sounds so torn, looking at me as though he really doesn’t know what to do. I trace his lip
with one finger and focus on eyes deeply, still caught in his embrace and completely confident in what I
want.
“If you don’t make love to me, I may self-implode. Last night doesn’t mean anything, I don’t want to
remember it or see it as a reason for not trying. I want you so badly that my body is turning inside out
and we can’t keep going on this way, letting it build up to be something more than it is.” I reply surely,
no hint of apprehension as I gaze at him persuasively. That tiny muscle flicker in his jaw, knowing he’s
fighting himself and losing his internal battle, as the look of sheer longing overtakes his face. His eyes
getting heavy and his gaze moving to my mouth obsessively. I mean it’s probably a good move to get
naked to convince your beau to have sex before hitting him with the request. All the scales weighed
heavily on my side. I lean up on tiptoes and capture his lips in mine, kiss him with eyes open and
focused on his, teasing him with my teeth as he crumbles before my very eyes.
“No one has ever made me so crazy like this that I literally can’t function.” He replies huskily. Losing the
air of confusion and I know I’m winning. I may not have his skills of seduction and sex, but I do know
my boy and how to get to him in ways that no one else can. Secure in my ability to have him sway to
what I want.
I let my fingertips trail up the back of his short hair, scraping my nails gently in his scalp as his hands
move down and encircle my waist, pulling me in and up so I’m lifted into him and my feet leave the
floor. Feeling his body against mine, the look on his face that tells me this isn’t going to stop. I wrap my
arms back around his neck and get lost in a kiss that he started the night before. Groaning as he
massages his tongue against mine and parts my lips, so he can devour me freely. The passion I met
briefly, back in full control and the side of him I know that dwells deep inside, showing a little face.
We start moving, walking out of the bathroom and into his dark room with a few easy strides. He lays
me down on the bed, kissing me, caressing a palm over the full length of my body from collarbone,
over breast, down my abdomen, between my thighs so I gasp and arch under his tender touch. Then
down one leg, moving away as he turns on a nearby lamp, giving a little illumination and I blink at him
with a smile. He sets my body alight with that unexpected trail and a surge of dampness around my
secret areas that I know means I’m turned on too. Heightened senses already at play and anticipation
turning me into a bundle of hot nerves.
“You like the lights on?” I watch him, wondering if that’s a normal thing for men when it’s consensual,
not sure if I want it that way or not and figuring that lights might be a good thing.
“I want you to be able to see me, always. So you know it’s me.” He frowns, reminding me of the first
time and what I said to him about not being able to see him. My heart warms unexpectedly, gnawing a
little in real love-sick tenderness. He comes to crawl over me on the bed and nestles beside me instead
of on top of me, stroking his hands down my body, exploring every curve gently as he does so with
careful touch and erupting so many more sensations until my skin goosebumps all over.
“I see you.” I whisper back quietly, smiling at him encouragingly as I do so, my voice almost non-
existent and he gives me that beautiful sincere, stomach melting smile that weakens every part of me.
My beautiful, sweet boy.
Pulling my face to him by the chin, he goes back to kissing me gently, slowly at first, easily moving into
more intensity, fire spiking as he slowly slides over the top of me fully. He slowly and deliberately
maneuvers himself onto my body gently. He uses his knees and hands to cage me before coming
down to nestle on me, watching my expression the whole time as though looking for any signs of
change. I can feel his apprehension, sense his need to take care of me, over his need to have sex with
me and I kiss him for it.
I trace out that sculpted body, legs parting so he can get close and it’s completely different to have him
against me naked like this, even though he has been here once before. Somehow being sober
changes everything about this.
I’m more aware, it’s more intense, and now instead of feeling like he’s only on top of me to curb an
urge, I really feel like he’s joined to me with a need to just love me and be close to me.
His skin is hot and smooth, and he smells like he always does, a mix of body spray, familiar cologne,
and his smell. That in itself could seduce me effortlessly; he has no idea how much power he has over
me with things that are seemingly nothing to anyone else. He breaks away and rubs his nose against
mine, locking onto my eyes seriously once more, the second wave of doubt hitting him like a
predictable, typical Arry, as his head brain to take over what his body wants.
“You sure you want this, Sophie? We don’t need to. I don’t need this.” He appraises me carefully, eyes
so dark in the shadows he is casting with the light behind him, but I can see every line of his face
perfectly. That deep husky voice washing over me like hot liquid and I feel completely relaxed with him.
“I do … I want you. Maybe you should turn your phone off though.” I frown and look away, hating
myself instantly for that tiny insecurity coming out like that. Feeling instantly pathetic and hating that I
even said it. That even despite everything I am feeling, that would jump in between us to kill everything.
Great way to start a fight and end this all again. You’re an idiot.
“It’s off. Since you texted you were coming home, it’s been off. No interruptions … it’s staying off all
day.” He nudges me with his nose and smiles, kissing me on the corner of the mouth to bring me back
to him. I turn back, as a small smile breaks over my face, heart restored, insecurity pandered to and
just us in a naked clinch, ready to finally take this further. feeling somehow lighter, knowing he even
thought about that one tiny detail and he isn’t going to let her come between us this time, not today.
I lean up and kiss him, meeting zero resistance and he follows my head back down to the bed with a
kiss that sparks another instant fire inside of me, knowing exactly how to smooch me into complete
submission now that he has figured out what works.
I don’t ever want to lose this between us, lose the ability to have him kiss me this way. No one has ever
made me feel the way he does with something so basic, so addictive and right. His kisses are my idea
of heaven and I could do this all day, every day. He has no idea how much more he can affect me since
we added kissing into the mix, gentle intimacy, and caresses. He owns every part of me so effortlessly.
His hands skim my body, gently feeling me out, barely grazing my skin with the softest of touches,
igniting a fire across my skin that has me aching almost instantly. I let my fingers trail his carved
shoulders, feel out his muscles and his strong neck, angling my body to match his kiss and yet
distracted by what his hands are doing to me.
When his hand skims across my thighs and up the inside of my leg slowly, I arch impatiently, eager to
get beyond this and have him with me, move past the parts that always get interrupted and just be one.
I wriggle into him, trying to urge him to go faster, be less gentle. He breaks the kiss to smile at me.
“You know I can feel what you’re doing.” He laughs softly and catches my lip between his, kissing me
by softly sucking it sensually, erupting another bout of crazy strong urges to be doing it already.
“Maybe you should get on with it then.” I smile back, pushing my body to his impatiently.
“Trust me … this will feel a lot better if you let me work you up to it. I need to make sure you’re ready.
No cutting corners.” He lowers his head and trails kisses down my throat, silencing me with the sheer
pleasure it gives me. His hand finally making its way between my thighs and finding me willing to
comply, silencing the protest I was forming about his needing to hurry up. His finger circles me, enticing
me to open my legs a little more and then has me squirming and arching my back with whatever it is he
does down there that feels so divine.
It feels like he’s circling, easing me open softly and probing gently. The sensation of what he is doing
has me moaning and grinding into his hand impulsively, no shame or shyness; arching under his
attentive touch and clawing at him desperately. My stomach tingling with the effort and my legs itching
to curl up. I start panting as the tip of his finger slides inside of me slowly, not far but enough to almost
send me over the edge.
“I’m ready … Just … Arry …” I writhe and moan, unable to contain the building chaos that almost has
me begging him, to stop the agonizing torture of drawing this out. My heart is pulsing crazily with need.
He chuckles into my ear as he shifts position over me, maneuvering his body between my legs and
brings my face to his. He kisses me on the tip of the nose and pulls his hand from between us, bracing
himself on the bed over me and looks down between us. Focusing on my face intently, drawing my
gaze to his as he slides in against me softly and I know he’s going to do it.
I pause and hold my breath for a moment, locking eyes on his as he mouths a silent “I love you” to me.
I bite on my lip, slide my palms to his shoulders impulsively, in case I need to stop him, some control if I
can’t do this and encourage him with a smile.
He slides into me so slowly it’s almost unbearable, eyes steady on mine and the look of sheer
concentration on his face makes me break into a giggle that is completely wrong for the moment. It
feels amazingly good though, like I want to squeeze my knees together and make him push further
inside of me. I smile when he moves into me some more, almost as though he psychically knew what I
was thinking and despite the wave of complete fullness and the urge to moan, another giggle escapes
me.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I prod his cheek in a bid to get his face off mine and he only smiles wider
and pushes a little deeper, making me gasp, and now I’m wondering if he is even done yet. That seems
like an awful lot of sliding in and my body might not manage more, even if it does make my legs go
weak and toes curl. My head immediately jumps to images of impaled women with heavily hung devils
and I wonder if it’s physically possible to be too small for your boyfriend’s equipment.
“You’re killing the moment, Sophs.” He leans down and catches my mouth with his, pushing my lips
apart to kiss me as he eases his way into me fully, the last tiny thrust. My body stretching and filling in a
weirdly unique, yet wholly satisfying way, moaning as he moves slightly against me and spasms of
pleasure course up my stomach.
Definitely fits.
Gasping a little that the first time we did this he clearly only went half in and now I’m experiencing every
inch of him and ‘Oh, my God’ is the only thing my brain can repeat to itself in utter happy surprise. I
instinctively slide my hands around behind his shoulders, gripping on, straining to control myself and
pull him onto me. My body moving with his as he slowly finds a gentle rhythm and glides within me,
sparking another wave of new and equally delicious responses. I fall to pieces and let out a long moan,
burying my face in his throat. He lifts his face again over my head, his throat vibrating in my face as he
talks to me.
“Are you okay?” He stops mid-thrust and waits for an answer, which only snaps my eyes open and I
lean my head back to glare at him in outrage
“SHH! Now who’s killing the moment? Stop stopping.” I scold him, moving my hips so he slides into me
again and then moan as the sensation intensifies, completely satisfied that he is doing as he’s told for
once. Arrick closes his eyes and for a moment he seems to try and reel in control. Opening them again,
he bites on his bottom lip and moves against me with a little more sway, a little more intensity to the
way he glides in and out and I catch my breath, gasping as the feelings soar through me and kill all
conversation dead. The heat pulsing in my pelvis has spread to every part of my lower body and the
only thing that is going off in my brain is just how amazing this feels. It’s all I can focus on.
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