CHAPTER THREE
Dylan silently called himself ten kinds of fool as he sped through the streets in his Aston Martin. Arianna had been silent ever since they’d left the house and he was still kicking himself.
He knew exactly why he had made that comment; he was intensely attracted to his step-sister and while he ordinarily would have made a play for her, she seemed so young. Sometimes he could not believe she was all of twenty-two; she looked so young and fresh and unspoiled. But she was definitely a woman and not a girl. Every time she walked into a room, his heart slammed straight into his chest and he went hard as a rock; in fact from the first time he saw her, it had been all he could do to keep his hands to himself. He had been ignoring her since she arrived with his parents because from the moment he saw her, he knew she was trouble.
“Arianna?” he said, looking over at her now.
Silence.
“Arianna?” he repeated.
She continued to stare straight ahead, presenting him a blank, cool profile that perversely made him want to shake her.
“Please talk to me,” he pleaded, resting his hand on her arm.
She jerked her hand away, her face turning to his as she warned in acid disgust, “Keep your lecherous hands off me.”
“Arianna!”
“I may be a slut, but even I have my standards!” she spat, her face alive with electrified wrath.
With a muffled oath, Dylan shot a quick glance at the rear-view mirror; they were on a lonely stretch of road with no cars from either direction. In one swift motion, he turned the car onto a dirt road he had discovered some years back, driving until they were hidden from view of the main road.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. Her eyes scanned the lonely bushes enveloping them and she looked at him again, feeling a surprising tickle of fear. “You’re not going to kill me are you?” she asked hesitantly.
His fulminating glare was answer enough.
He pulled the car to a stop and stared down at his hands for a minute. When he looked up at her, his eyes were remorseful. “I’m sorry Ari. I didn’t mean to say that,” he said softly.
His expression as he looked at her was open, honest and sincere and she relaxed, leaning back against the headrest.
“Then why did you?” she enquired softly.
“Because you have been driving me nuts from the moment you appeared in my driveway,” he admitted roughly, his voice dark and sinful as hot chocolate.
Startled, Arianna’s eyes flew to his face and her breath caught in her throat as she saw his expression. His turquoise eyes were so tumultuous and stormy, they were almost black and as she watched, his dark gaze dipped to her full pouty lips. Passion arched in the air between them, raw and hard and as though by unspoken mutual consent, they reached for each other at the same time and their lips came together in fevered combustion.
Passion raged between the pair of them burning so hot and fast that Arianna almost forgot to breathe. Her senses soared as he plundered her lips with his. She could feel his body hardening against her and she moaned as he pulled her tighter against him. She moved against him, wanting to feel more of him and unconsciously shoved her body deeper into his arms.
“God you’re so sexy Arianna,” he moaned against her skin. “I’ve been in a serious sweat since I caught sight of you the first time.”
Dylan’s hand trailed straight to her cleavage, gently caressing the bare expanse of flesh before pushing the material of her dress to the side and baring her breasts to his touch. His lips trailed from her lips to her neck, biting and licking and leaving a trail of fire behind.
Arianna arched against him mindlessly, urging him on with her cries. His other hand delved beneath the short hem of her dress, swept up her thigh and came to rest in the juncture of her thighs.
“Dylan,” she gasped trying desperately to clamp her legs together.
“Trust me okay?” he murmured against her breast right before he opened his warm mouth and took one thrusting nipple between his lips. Pleasure pooled between her thighs immediately and she arched against him. Dylan’s hands trailed down to her legs and his long fingers stroked the sensitive nub of flesh at her core.
Arianna sighed with pleasure; her legs falling wide open to give him access. Dylan cupped the mound of flesh between her thighs savouring her breathless response to his every caress.
He dipped one long finger into her warm, wet, willing passage, gasping himself as he felt her incredibly tight walls close around the one finger.
“I can’t wait,” he told her urgently as he shoved his seat backwards as far as it would go.
Arianna climbed over to the driver’s side and straight onto his laps, facing the steering away from him. Dylan grunted as he worked his fly free and his fat, turgid penis sprang free. He gently guided the head of his penis to Arianna’s glistening wet opening and she moaned encouragement as he shifted her panties to the side and rubbed the head of his penis against her entrance.
Slowly, he entered her, grunting involuntarily as her tight passage enveloped him in a tight grip.
“God, you’re fucking tight!” he groaned.
“Yeah?” she moaned.
“Oh yeah!” he grunted as he shoved into her to the hilt, his pulse beating a wild tattoo in his as liquid fire sped through his veins.
He began to move, thrusting upwards and into her again and again and again. Arianna undulated against him, twisting her hips this way and that as he pounded into her. Dylan growled, low and hard in his throat and impossibly deepened his thrusts, changing the angle at the same time. Nothing in her entire life could have prepared Arianna for the onslaught of sensations coursing through her and every last one of her toes curled in reaction.
“Please don’t stop,” she moaned mindlessly as he rode her hard.
“I won’t,” he promised on a groan changing the angle of his thrusts yet again.
The pleasure was too intense; the dam burst and suddenly Arianna was cumming as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her; her vaginal walls clenching and unclenching around his hard, thick member.
He grunted and thrust harder into her as he ground out through clenched teeth, “You are so hot! So fucking hot! I want you so much!”
Dylan renewed his thrusts, this time moving faster than ever beneath her. His fat penis glided easily in and out of her and she moaned with each thrust. Suddenly, he was jerking and bucking and sighing her name. He emptied his seed straight into her tight, wet passage.
Arianna drifted back to earth slowly as droplets of sweat worked their way down her face and onto her chest.
At Dylan’s gentle urging, Arianna slowly pulled him out of her and then gingerly manoeuvred her way to her own seat on the passenger’s side trying not to wince at the soreness between her legs. The man was huge! Her hair was a riotous, tangled mess and she desperately tried to restore it to some semblance of order with her fingers.
Dylan’s eyes met hers as he also tried to shift his clothes back into order. Something flickered briefly in his eyes but was gone before she could decipher what it was.
“Are you alright?” he asked, not quite meeting her eyes.
She stared at his profile, surprised. Why was he suddenly acting all cold and distant again, she wondered?
“Yeah. You?” she asked watching him closely.
Dylan stared straight ahead, his eyes fastened on some invisible spot beyond the windscreen. Then his gaze flicked to her face and Arianna felt suffocated; he looked as cold and distant as he had ever looked.
“I am not a cheat,” he said quietly.
“Excuse me?”
“I am not a cheat,” he enunciated. “Linda was never my girlfriend you know? So I did not cheat on her with you; just in case you were wondering.”
“Oh? Nice to know I guess,” she said, nonplussed.
“No Arianna, it’s not nice. I lied and made you think she was my girlfriend because for the first time in my life, I felt the urge to hide behind a woman’s skirt!” he finished, his voice going up an octave.
“Why are you yelling at me?” she whispered tremulously, her lips trembling. He wasn’t making much sense.
“My point,” he said, visibly reaching for control, “Is that I had to lie just to keep you at arm’s length and even that did not work.”
“I see. And you are telling me this because?” she asked striving to keep the hurt from her voice.
“I didn’t want this; I didn’t want any of this!” he bit out.
Arianna’s green eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as she retorted, “So by your definition, I raped you?”
“Okay that didn’t come out right,” he conceded turning fully to face her, his expression carefully blank as he met her eyes. “My point is, you are little more than a child”
“Don’t you dare!”
“And,” he continued just as if she had not spoken, “even if you weren’t, you’re my sister”
“Step sister,” she corrected furiously, feeling bile rising at the back of her throat.
“Step-sister then,” he agreed. “But in the end, I am not looking for”
“A relationship? Neither am I!”Arianna assured him frigidly, drawing her anger about her like a cloak as she lifted her chin.
“Are you going to let me finish?” Dylan asked exasperatedly, trying to ignore the hurt he saw shining in her eyes.
“By all means, Dylan. Go ahead; finish,” she invited, leaning her head back against the backrest and shutting her eyes; the very picture of calm. Only her knew that a turbulent storm raged inside her and it was all she could do to fall to her knees and beg Dylan not to say what she knew he wanted to say.
He stared at her gamine face, his eyes roving hungrily over her features now that her eyes were closed. Something squeezed in his chest, so tight he could barely breathe and his lips parted to take in more oxygen.
She looked so calm and unruffled and here he was struggling with words. He had always been a playboy; probably because he had made his first billion at age twenty-two; his good looks hadn’t hurt either. He always knew how to run for the hills after sex but with Arianna, it was surprisingly difficult; letting her go felt surprisingly hurtful.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” she asked, eyes still shut.
His gaze jerked away from her lips and he said with deliberate boredom infused in his voice, “This was fun, is all I’m saying Arianna. It can never happen again. Your mother would have my head!”
Silence.
“I mean, not that I regret it; it’s just that you’re a child and I don’t want you to get ideas like”
“Like what? White picket fences and a dozen kids? Of course you’re just arrogant enough to think every woman you fuck wants the ‘protection of your name’ which is an antiquated notion if you ask me. Relax Vanderbilt, your name and your virtue are safe from here on out,” she assured him bitingly, eyes still shut.
He stared at her smooth features, feeling that urge to shake her again; to rattle her. He wanted to ask her why she was letting him go without a fight; no woman had ever done that and strangely, it made him angry that Arianna was.
“So we’re good?” he asked instead.
“We’re perfect. Now please take me home, I need to get out of these clothes,” she commanded, eyes still firmly shut so he wouldn’t see the tears behind her lids.
With a sigh, Dylan started the car and turned around in the direction of his mansion which at this moment gave him about as much joy as a dilapidated hut!
CHAPTER FOUR
“Oh I’m so excited! I have never been more excited in my entire life!” Penelope Vanderbilt declared as she tried on yet another pair of slinky black heels.
Arianna barely refrained from rolling her eyes. Her mother was forever using that phrase. She said it when the milkman delivered fresh milk; she said it when she met her third husband, Will Vanderbilt for the first time; she said it when Arianna got into college; she even said it every time it rained for the first time.
“Mum, could you wrap it up? My feet hurts,” she whined, collapsing reluctantly onto the same cushion the harried attendant at Bende’s had offered her when she walked in. Her mum had been dragging her through just about every shop in Santa Fe and after watching the woman ooh and aah over every pair of shoe this side of the planet, it was getting a bit old.
Will had asked them to attend a dinner party cum unveiling of a new artist at a friend’s Galleria tonight with him. Evidently artists were a dome a dozen in Santa Fe but this one seemed to be a special find. As much as she hated to admit it, she was excited. She had been moping about the house all week after her tryst with Dylan because he had upped and left the very next day claiming a business emergency in Los Angeles.
Remembered hurt blazed through her as she recalled the way he had cast her off after having sex with her and made her feel as though she were a piece of trash clinging to his Italian loafers.
“What do you think of this one Ari?” her Mum asked now.
Arianna snapped. “Just get one Mum? I have looked at so many shoes my eyes are in danger of falling out! Will is gonna love you no matter what shoes you’re wearing; just as dad did and your husband before that. So please, just pick a freaking shoe!”
Silence reigned, pregnant and tense as every single person in the vicinity froze. Suddenly there was a bustle of activity as every other shopper suddenly found something more interesting at the other end of the store.
The attendant waiting on them announced brightly, “I’ll just check in the back for more shoes.”
And then she fled, her cheeks flaming.
Penny looked over at her daughter, her eyes sad. “Sit down honey, and tell me what’s been eating you all week.”
Remorse warred with the remnants of Arianna’s anger. Remorse won and she collapsed onto the cushion. Slowly she laid her head on her mom’s shoulder, feeling drained as she said, “I’m so sorry Mum. I really am.”
“I know you are honey,” penny said generously, patting her daughter. “Now tell me what’s been bugging you all week. Is it Santa Fe? You don’t like it?”
“No mum, it’s okay I guess,” Arianna said dully staring at her scuffed sneakers. She was forever refusing to let Will buy her expensive things and he had complained about that severally to no avail.
“Ari, we used to be such close friends. You can tell me anything; I promise I won’t react like a mum.”
Arianna shot her mother an amused disbelieving look and Penny chuckled. “Alright I might but I’ll try to tamper my mum instincts and just be your friend.”
“It’s Dylan,” she admitted in a suffocated voice.
“Did you kids have a fight?” her mother asked kindly, her heart pounding as she waited for her daughter to admit what she had already suspected; it seemed her daughter had feelings for the boy. Well who wouldn’t? He was quite a looker; just like his father.
“Well, sort of,” Arianna said. No way in hell would she tell her mum she had let Dylan add her to the notches on his bedpost. She couldn’t stand to see the inevitable disappointment in his eyes.
“Regarding?”
“Mum! Does it matter?” she asked, lifting her head from her Mum’s shoulder again in her agitation.
“Hush baby, hush,” her mom crooned, patting her and returning her head to its position on her shoulder.
“Mom can we just go home?”
“Do you like him Arianna?” her mum asked, shocking her into silence.
“Uh...yeah.”
“Well in that case, go for it,” the woman suggested impertinently.
Arianna’s head lifted from her mother’s shoulder again, this time in surprise. “He’s my step-brother,” she reminded her, latching onto the first excuse that popped into her head.
“Yes, but not your brother. You aren’t even related by blood. Next?”
“He doesn’t want me,” she admitted dully. “And now lemme guess, this is the part where you’re gonna play the Mum card and tell me that everyone likes me?”
Penny studied her silently for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she said with conviction, “If the way he has been glaring at you from the moment we arrived is any indication, then trust me, he wants you. Next?”
Arianna couldn’t help it, she burst into laughter; her laughter tinkling like bells and filling the room with musical gaiety. Her mother was something else, she decided.
“Mum he does not want me, he told me so himself.”
“Okay now this is the part where I tell you that you are so amazing that there is no man alive who would not want you. I mean you’re smart, funny, intelligent, considerate, beautiful and sweet. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your Mum. It’s the truth.”
“You’re biased,” Arianna accused.
“True,” her mother admitted cheerfully. “So what’s your next objection?”
“I’m a child.”
“At twenty-two? I beg to differ. I had you at twenty-two and the stuff I knew then would have made my mother’s hair curl.”
Arianna laughed at that one. “So what do you think I should do Mother?”
“That’s my girl. I think you should dress hot tonight and attract as many men as you possibly can. When next you see Dylan, ignore him. Make him feel invisible. Men love attention even more than women although they would never admit it. Just let him see that you have other options; but don’t do anything you can’t tell me about.”
“Okay Mum,” Arianna agreed. “But who knows when next I would see Dylan. We’re leaving tomorrow for Manhattan,” she reminded her mother.
“Leave that to me,” Penny said, a wicked glimmer in her cobalt eyes as she grinned at her daughter. “Besides there is something I learned from Will, if a man likes you, he would move heaven and earth just to be with you.”
Something inside Arianna shifted as for the first time in months, she let herself see something that had been right in front of her all this while, “Will makes you happy doesn’t he?”
Penny blushed like a school girl, leaving Arianna’s mouth hanging open. Her mother was truly in love. For the first time in months, she decided to make an effort to like the man who could put that look on her mother’s face.
***
“My girls look stunning!” Will Vanderbilt proclaimed loudly, his face wreathed in a huge grin. He didn’t look sore for once; in fact he looked positively excited with this weird gleam of excitement in his eyes.
Arianna had worn the lovely cocktail dress Will had sent up to her. It was a beautiful teal colour that did wonders for the colour of her eyes; the bodice was peppered with tiny rhinestones and the neckline plunged becomingly to reveal the swell of her breasts.
He had also given her a beautiful set of diamond earrings and a necklace and when she had balked at receiving the expensive gift, he had insisted so gently that she had caved. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she was glad she had. The diamond winked at her throat and ear lobes, making her gown appear even grander than it was. Her hair was caught up in a high, intricate knot atop her head with delicate tendrils escaping to fan the sides of her face and her neck. Her makeup was barely-there and flawless, enhancing her features and making her eyes look even bigger. She had never looked more amazing!
She smiled now at her mother who looked just as ravishing and then she did something she had never done; she walked up to Will and said, “Thanks so much Will for the lovely clothes and diamonds.”
He shrugged looking uncomfortable, “Nonsense. It’s just jewellery.”
Arianna laughed, leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, biting back her grin as he turned beet red.
“Let’s go before you embarrass Will further,” Penny laughed, hooking her arm through her husband’s.
Arianna followed them to the car but as she made to climb into their limousine, a hard hand clamped her arm and a familiar voice grated in her ear, “You ride with me sis; Daddy’s orders.”
She didn’t need to turn around, she knew exactly who it was; Dylan!
CHAPTER FIVE
“Take your arms off me,” she demanded, desperately quelling the butterflies in her stomach and staring straight ahead. She was almost afraid to look at him. What if she made a fool of herself and he saw all her lust shining through her eyes?
“Why?” he chuckled behind her, the sound warm, rich and intoxicating. “So you can make a run for it and hide in Penny’s limo?”
“No, if you’ll take your arms off me you Neanderthal, I’ll put some ice on my arms so I don’t arrive the party bearing the marks of your thoughtlessness.”
He immediately released her cursing softly as he saw the faint imprints of his fingers on her fair skin. “I’m sorry Arianna. I didn’t realise. You have such soft, delicate skin.”
She considered that with mingled irritation and amusement; he didn’t realize her skin was so soft even though he had done more than just touch her?
Her silence must have spoken volumes because after an awkward pause, he said, “That didn’t quite come out right. I’m sorry.”
She shrugged, turning to face him for the first time; but she saw was so preoccupied with schooling her features that she didn’t notice the way something flared in his eyes when he caught sight of her, and then was quickly checked.
“Where’s your car?”
“What about the ice?”
“If you’re going to be my ride to the damn party, I had rather get it over with sooner than later,” she said unkindly.’
He regarded her with carefully a blank gaze, his cool blue eyes holding her green gaze steadily until she felt the beginnings of a blush start to steal up her face. She was being inexcusably rude. If she wanted to show him he had not hurt her, acting angry was not the way; it would just make her appear needy and insecure, she decided.
Drawing herself up to her full height, she said formally, “That was inexcusably rude Dylan and it won’t happen again. Can we just get to the party?”
He nodded wordlessly and offered her his arm before guiding her to his car.
Arianna sat quietly all through the ride to the Gallery and as soon as Dylan drove up to the entrance, she alighted and made her way with as much dignified haste as she could to the entrance. Before he had handed his keys to the valet and cleared the entryway, she was lost in the crowd of people. He caught sight of her later, her teal gown making her stand out amongst the mass of black apparel.
She was engaged in conversation with some young sap whose eyes were eagerly delving down the bodice of her gown and Dylan caught himself grinding his teeth as he cheerfully pictured throttling the over-ardent gentleman with his own bow-tie.
Arianna laughed musically at something someone had said and for the first time, Dylan noticed that she was surrounded by seven count them, seven young men all vying for her attention.
Anger coursed through him, raw and potent and with a muttered oath, he stalked over to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey on the rocks.
As the bartender poured his drink, a petite blonde clad in a mini-sheath dress sauntered up to him grinning like a cat staring at a huge bowl of cream. All his senses went on immediate alert. He had been around the block enough times to know when someone was interested in him or his bank account; this one wanted both.
“Hi,” she said in a sonorous voice.
“Hello,” he replied tossing back a glass of his whiskey.
“A whiskey man,” she noted, her blonde curls dancing as she shook her head.
“Anything wrong with that?” he asked with studied politeness. He really didn’t feel like talking but if there was one thing his Mother had taught him before she died it was how to hold his own in a conversation no matter how bored he might be.
“Nothing at all handsome. I’m Diane by the way,” she offered.
“Dylan.”
“You got any surname to go with that?” she asked coyly confirming his suspicion that she knew exactly who he was.
“Listen Diane, I’m sure you’re very nice, but I really just want to be alone,” he said bluntly.
Her grey eyes widened as she said innocently, “You wanted to be alone so you came to a party?”
“Touché,” he grinned.
“I can take a hint though,” she said picking her cosmopolitan from the bar. “The thing is though, if you want to make that girl jealous,” she added tossing her head in the direction of Arianna and her current crop of admirers, “Sitting here nursing a drink is a very poor way to go about it.”
“Wait!” he said, grabbing her hand as she made to walk away. “What?”
“Anyone with eyes can see you have not taken your eyes off her ever since you walked in the door. So either go over there and beg her to forgive you or dance with me and make her come over here.”
Dylan stared into her eyes, really seeing her for the first time. She was very pretty and kind, but she wasn’t Arianna. “Thanks Diane,” he murmured, rising to his feet and leaving the rest of his whiskey untouched on the bar as he matched resolutely towards Arianna.
“Where’s he going?” Penny asked, coming up stealthily behind Diane.
“Where do you think?” the other woman laughed. “By the way you owe me a hundred.”
Penny grinned as she cheerfully dropped two hundred dollars in her friend’s outstretched hand.
Arianna felt the moment came up to her even before he said a word. She had been fighting valiantly to hide her jealousy ever since that svelte blonde walked up to him at the bar; she had failed miserably though because her attention had kept drifting over there, her face getting redder and redder. When Dylan held the blonde’s arm, Arianna had to resist the urge to walk over there and knock the woman’s front teeth in.
“Arianna?” Dylan said now.
Composing her features carefully, she turned to face him.“Yes Dylan?”
“May I have a word please?” he said smiling at her. She was so upset she didn’t notice that the smile never reached his eyes.
“Later perhaps?” she suggested.
“I’m afraid it can’t wait. I need to speak to you now.”
“My friends” she began, gesturing towards the group of men standing around her.
“Will wait!” Dylan interjected, pure steel in his voice as he cast a dismissive glance over the men behind her.
Arianna glared at him then opened her mouth to blast him, but just them she caught her mother’s gaze over his shoulder by the bar. Her mother shook her head slightly, warningly; and suddenly Arianna understood. Tears of gratitude filled her eyes. What had her mother done to him?
Her gaze returned to Dylan, “Of course. Excuse me please,” she added, smiling winsomely at the gentlemen she had been standing with.
Dylan led her through a door that had been hitherto unnoticed and then guided her down a lonely corridor to a garden at the back of the building. Her eyes widened as she beheld the beautiful garden. It was awash with lights from some poles and several exotic smelling flowers she could not even name.
“How did you know about this garden?”
“Because I built it. This is my Gallery,” he told her with a careless shrug.
Arianna’s eyes widened. He was into arts too?
“It’s beautiful,” she told him. “Why didn’t your dad tell me we were coming to your Gallery?”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t come if you knew I would be here.”
“But you showed up at the house,” she reminded him.
“I had to see you. I couldn’t wait.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Arianna, relationships are not an easy thing for me,” he told her guiding her onto a bench.
“Okay. Why are you telling me this?”
“After I left home last week, I told myself I was leaving to go and do business, forget you, lose myself in some woman. But I couldn’t. I was miserable.”
“Why?”
His blue gaze clashed with hers as he admitted, “I’m in love with you Arianna.”
Arianna stared at him, transfixed, afraid to hope, afraid to believe.
“I love you Arianna,” he repeated. “I have been in love with you from the first moment I saw you.”
“No Dylan, you resented me. You ignored me every chance you got.”
“Because I was fighting what I knew to be true. I can’t help the way I feel about you,” he added.
His blue eyes blazed sincerity back at her and Arianna felt the world tilt as she digested what she had heard. Dylan loved her! “I love you too,” she told him, smiling into his eyes.
With a loud groan that was part triumph, part torture, Dylan leaned over and took Arianna’s lips in a kiss that was passionate, tender, and intense. He kissed her expertly, melding her lips with his as they clung to each other.
His lip trailed to her collarbone and his tongue flicked out and licked her skin. It was slow torture. Arianna twisted against him as her hands greedily caressed every inch of his back. His large, warm hands slid underneath her shirt and caressed her belly. His other arm snaked beneath her back and arched her spine. Her breasts thrust upwards even more and he opened his mouth over her nipple, sucking her through the fine fabric of her gown.
Dylan’s hand lifted the long hem of her gown slowly, until her bare laps were exposed and then he gently caressed the soft skin, wrenching a moan of pleasure from her lips.
“Ari, I can’t wait. I want to make love to you,” he crooned in her ear.
“Yes!”
“Í want to feel you closing around me. You’re tight as a fist,” he whispered as he slowly dipped one long finger into her tight, vagina.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he noted.
“I wanted to be ready in case you decided to stop avoiding me,” she replied, rubbing against him and arching into his palm at her core.
His chuckle was low and dark. “Bad girl.”
Dylan leaned her back against the bench, placing her legs on either side and effectively opening her wide.
Arianna moaned, spreading herself for him as he freed his hard arousal. His eyes held hers, love shining from them so brightly that she felt warmed by the sheer force of it.
Slowly, he entered her, his hands holding her hips still to receive him. He began to move, thrusting in and out of her as his thumb caressed her soft, wet clitoris. Pleasure coursed through Arianna as she moaned mindlessly in his arms.
He deepened his thrusts, sheathing himself in her to the hilt and Arianna mindlessly clung to him, urging him on as he drove faster into her. A mellow sensation unfurled in her stomach. Then it began to spread faster, gaining momentum with every second as Dylan grunted his increasing pleasure above her.
“Yes baby, yes baby, yes!”Dylan grunted increasing his thrusts.
Intense sensation swept through her like a volcano and she soon lost all sense of place and time as her entire being became one shuddering mass of sensation.
She came violently, bucking beneath him as every nerve in her body pulsed with pleasure and Dylan muffled her cries with his mouth, swallowing her moans as he drove into her again and again.
When her tremors had subsided, Dylan’s eyes locked with hers and he quickened the tempo of his thrusts until he poured his shuddering warmth at the mouth of her womb.
They both drifted slowly back to earth, dripping with sweat and interlocked with each other.
Dylan looked around wanly and said, “One of these days, we’re going to manage to get to a bed.”
Arianna snorted, and then burst into a full-bellied laughing, wrapping her arms around this wonderful man as he laughed with her. She had never thought she would find love but here she was, in love with the most gorgeous man she had ever met; and he loved her back!