“Hold your damn horses,” Slim called from the other side of her front door. I’d been banging on it for the last two minutes. Nonstop. My fist met the wooden structure each few seconds signaling my impatience at her slowness.
“Hurry the fuck up, baby,” I muttered under my breath.
The doorknob turned, and I stretched my neck.
The door creaked, slipping ajar just enough for me to see a sliver of her bare leg. Mother of all fucks, I missed her.
My cock jerked inside the confines of my jeans.
“This better be an—” Before she could fully open the door, I was on her with my arms wrapped around her body and pushing us back into the entryway. Lips on hers, I skimmed a hand up her back before grabbing a fistful of her long hair. Wrapped the strands tightly in my fingers and tilted her head to the side. “Chester...baby?”
I kicked the front door closed.
Didn’t answer her. Too far gone in my desperate need. Instead, I held her there, pressed tight against my body, and manipulated her flesh.
Soft silk, my Slim had been wearing the robe I’d bought her a few weeks back. Small splurge while we shopped for some lingerie at her favorite online boutique. Without giving a single fuck, I had it off her shaking body and tossed somewhere across the room.
“Fuck, I missed you.” This was groaned into her mouth, my lips refusing to separate from hers while my other hand roamed.
Her chest.
Her ass.
Cupped her pussy a second or two before I turned us around and her back met the cold wood of her front door. She gasped, a sexy little moan exiting her throat as her wild eyes met my own. We mirrored each other: hungry.
“Don’t care why you are here, Cheesy. Just that you are.” Lifting her leg around my hip, she brought a hand between us. Slowly, her slim fingers unbuckled my belt before popping each button on my Levi’s.
She took her time, savored each fucking harsh shiver that ran up my spine with each brush of her skin on mine.
I was hard.
Pulsing for her.
“Take me out,” I hissed out in pain. If there was ever a moment where my cock hurt out of neglect, this was it. Knowing—seeing the evidence of her sin had me almost rabid.
Mouthwatering, I imagined her touching that which belonged to me. Because she had been. The wetness coating my fingertips confessed as much.
“Need you.” Slim didn’t hesitate. Her fingers reached inside the open front of my jeans and wrapped around my girth. No underwear—I needed us to have the easy access. Held it tight, and then with a soft caress, gathered the drop of pearl-like fluid at the slit and used it to lubricate my length. Four pumps, and I was desperate.
Up, twist.
Down, squeeze.
“Fuck, baby. I live for you,” I groaned, while my own hand explored her softness. Spread her juices. From the bottom of her slit to that little bud that trembled at my touch, I loved her.
Two digits brushed over her entrance before dipping inside to the knuckle. Her pussy clenched, held me there while her hand sped up her movements.
Fuck, no.
Next time I came, it would be inside my girl.
Breathing shallow, Slim’s beautiful green eyes stared into mine. Reflected back everything I too felt. “Please.”
One word. Six letters. And yet it was the straw that broke my calm. My rational thought. Because behind that soft-spoken word was an ardor so fucking beautiful that it consumed us both.
There would never be another for either of us. This was it.
Until the day we died.
“Never beg me, Slim. I’m yours, sweetheart.” I pushed my finger into her hot core a final time while I jerked my hips into her hand. Three pumps, and my pants fell past my knees.
Pulling my finger out, I dragged it across her clit before pulling my shirt up and off. Chest to chest we stood, breathing in the other’s exhale. Her skin broke out in goose bumps while my lips trailed up her neck, leaving chaste kisses in their wake.
“You always feel so good. Like home,” she moaned, rubbing her slick heat over my cock. Enough to coat me in her essence, almost slip inside, and then gyrate again.
I was fire and she, my accelerant. We were combustible.
“Hold on to me.” Grabbing the back of her thigh, I wrapped her legs around my waist. Held back just enough that the tip of my engorged dick rested against her entrance. Rubbing—her pussy lips fluttered—tempted me to enter her.
Her pussy sought out my cock.
Green eyes smoldered while a smirk bloomed across her lips. “Fill me with your...fuck,” she whimpered at the sudden intrusion. Arianna knew how much I loved her dirty little mouth, and as the filthy words left her lips, I bottomed out.
One deep stroke, and I was seated deep within her warmth. Surrounded. Prisoner to her pulsing walls as they contracted and pulled me in deeper.
“I’ll make it up to you later.” Lips skimming hers, I kissed her. Chaste. A complete contradiction to how I was taking her. Pulling all the way out, I slammed in and didn’t stop. My hips bucked harder with each stroke.
This was fucking.
Not gentle or sweet. A torture that at its highest peak would break us in the best way possible.
There was neither pause nor wandering hands. Nothing but my cock stamping its ownership on her pussy while she clung to me. Hands embedded in my hair, pulling on the longer strands in encouragement.
“So close,” she moaned into my mouth, lips hovering. We were gone, lost in the sensations our bodies created. For each stroke of my dick, she gyrated her hips—rubbed her clit against my pelvic bone.
I could feel each pulse over my skin.
My hand left her hip; I wrapped my fingers around her throat. I tightened the hold enough to cause her pussy to spasm, to contract almost violently around me.
Felt so good. Too good.
“Again,” I growled out, my teeth nipping at her jaw. With each pushing stroke, I’d squeeze and let go. Grind my hips into her dripping cunt. “Squeeze me tight, baby. Motherfucking choke me.”
The hand fisting my hair pulled hard, and her mouth opened on a silent scream. There was pressure, her body jerking wildly in my hold. Every muscle in her body had drawn in tight while her pussy gushed down to my balls.
Moreover, it was that uninhibited reaction that caused her to thrash and for me to slip out of her heat. I watched in pure fucking awe as a rush of wetness left her and bathed my cock.
It was hot.
Sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
And on her next spasm, my own release burst forth and landed on her clit.
Three strings of come decorated her sensitive flesh, and all I could think about past regulating my breath was, I want a picture of her pussy just like that.
I Love You...
“Have I told you how happy I am that you came?” We were back at the airport now and currently sitting in the first class section after having lunch with her parents. Closed affair, they shut the doors to the family restaurant and overfed us.
“You may have mentioned it a time or two while having my cock down your throat this morning,” I whispered low and she gasped, her hand coming down on my arm with a bit of force.
“Behave!”
“Never.” My eyes looked around the room for prying eyes. Everyone here seemed to be ignoring us, lost inside their own heads. In the past we’ve had luck in Miami; for the most part, people left us alone, but not today.
Some famous Puerto Rican singer was arriving as we were coming in. We were spotted and harassed for pictures, a few autographs, and jokes about how I pronounced words in Spanish.
Yeah, we’d make it on the local gossip show before six tonight for sure.
Snuggled up in my lap and with her face hidden in the crook of my neck, Ari sighed again. The warmth of her breath tickled my heated skin. “Missed you, Cheesy.”
“And I’m miserable when you aren’t near,” I spoke against the crown of her head. Inhaling her sweet scent, I enjoyed moments like these. When it was just us. Cuddled up—at home or in public—and talking. “It’s insane, but what I feel for you surpasses the norm. A healthy obsession.”
That was the one thing I prayed to never lose with her: how often we talked. Just catching up or to share thoughts. How we could easily discuss any topic without being judged or ridiculed for a difference of opinion. There was a mutual level of respect between us that I cherished.
“I feel the same.” Tilting her face up, she kissed my chin.
“You ready to get away with me for a few days? We’ll make a quick layover in Santa Barbara to pick up some luggage I have ready, but then we are off.” In the last few months it’s felt as if she had moved in with me, and I loved it. Even though things were about to change a small bit, I liked her willingness to always seek me out. To follow me.
“Yeah...” Ari got a pensive look on her face, her eyebrows scrunched up in the most adorable way “... anything going on this week? Will we be relaxing or sightseeing?”
“We’ll be relaxing, Mrs. Greene.” Wasn’t often that I called her that, but when I did she got the softest look on her face.
“Can we do some wedding prep? Settle on a date, venue, and how many guests will attend?”
“You don’t look excited there, babe.” With a finger under her chin, I brought her face up to mine and pecked her bee-stung lips twice. “What’s going on?”
My phone pinged, and I pulled it from my pocket.
Safe flight, kids. See you in forty-eight hours. ~Slim’s Momma
“Would you be mad at me if I really just wanted to elope?” Slim muttered under her breath while watching me with a hesitant expression. As if I could ever get upset over something like that.
“Not at all, Arianna.” Fuck that—I was elated. It took everything in me not to pump my fist or smirk. “All I want is to watch you walk toward me in a white dress wearing a huge smile on this beautiful face. No stress or tears. What you want is what we’ll do. The specifics don’t matter to me, just that we reach our destination.”
“You mean that?”
“Yes, I do.” I typed out a quick reply back to Maria.
Will do moms. ~Chester
“Can we head to Vegas now?” At that I laughed, and hard.