Dillon

When you look at me, see me for who I am, and not what’s on the outside…

 

 

 

The next couple of weeks fly by. Glory was released from the hospital and she’s staying with Emory at her house. Ariel and I talked about it, and neither of us felt it would be safe for her to come here and stay with us. Her mom threw a fit once she found out what was happening with her baby girl, and tried to fight us on it, but we won the argument in the long run. There haven’t been any more notes or text messages, but that doesn’t mean the coast is clear. Just because the asshat isn’t making contact, doesn’t mean he’s not out there lurking around waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike out when we’re least expecting it.

Ariel has been staying diligent and keeping aware of her surroundings. She’s not even complaining much about always having a tail on her and company when she’s out and about. I use the term much loosely because she still gives me hell daily, it just isn’t as much as it was in the beginning. She understands the importance, but her biggest complaint was about having to purchase feminine products with a male bodyguard looming over her.

We haven’t had sex yet, but we’ve had some hot and steamy make-out sessions. I want her to know she’s more than just sex to me, we’re building something important here. I don’t want the foundation of our relationship to be built around sex, I want us to learn about each other and feel comfortable with one another. In all ways, even those little things we each do that annoy the hell out of the other one. For instance, me leaving the toilet seat up, her things sprawled all over the place…small, but annoying habits we’ve each picked up as single people.

I’m falling madly, deeply and passionately in love with her and can’t stand to be away from her for even a second, which makes the work days go by at a snail’s pace. She’s tried to take things further a time or two, but when I finally told her why I wasn’t reciprocating, she understood and even agrees with me. But tonight she’s trying my patience, we’re both off of work and lounging around at the house. She’s wearing these skimpy booty night shorts with a thin tank top. I can see her pierced nipples and my mouth is watering to get a taste of them.

She’s prancing around as if she’s not making me hard as stone. It would be obvious to anyone in the vicinity that I can drill holes with my dick as hard as she’s made me. I’m not sure how much more I can take before I throw her down on the floor and fuck her brains out.

“You’re asking for trouble, Ariel.”

“How?” she asks me all innocent like, as if she doesn’t fucking know.

“Don’t be coy with me beautiful, c’mere. I think teasing time is over.” She comes leaping at me with a smile on her face. Yeah, she had this shit planned out, I’m not stupid, but I am falling for her wiles. She gets up in my lap and starts nipping on my neck and ear with her teeth.

“Fuck, Ariel!”

“What are you going to do with me now that you’ve gotten me over here?” The little minx! I rip her shirt straight down the middle with one fluid motion causing her to gasp out in surprise. It was extremely thin and gave away easily, making things that much simpler to reach my goal. I lean down and grab her pierced nipple in my mouth causing her to moan out. I twist the piercing with my tongue causing her to shift around in my lap. If it was possible to get any harder than I currently am, I would’ve with the sounds leaving her. It’s already taking all of my willpower not to strip her down and drive myself home, I want to make her ache for me like she’s been making me. As I suck, nip and lave her nipple I take my hand and tweak the other nipple and pull and twist that piercing. I make my way up to her shoulder with my mouth and use both of my hands to tease both of her nipples, paying special attention to those piercings of hers. I slowly edge my way over to the other one and give it the same attention with my tongue as I did the other. She’s panting loudly, and I’m enthralled at the fact that I affect her this much just by the use of my mouth. She arches her back pushing herself further in, causing me suck harder than I initially am. I was wrong earlier—my rock-hard state has turned to granite and I can feel pre-cum leaking from me. The need to be inside of her is driving me insane, but I’m determined to make this first time as memorable as possible.

I stand with her in my arms, never releasing her nipple from my mouth and I walk us down the hallway and into the bedroom. Sassy tries to follow us in, but I shut the door before she makes it all the way inside. The last thing I want is a dog to bite me in the ass as I’m pumping in and out of my girl. I lay Ariel down on the bed after finally detaching my mouth from her scrumptious nipple. Laid out on the bed before me, she resembles the perfect image of what I’d perceive a sex goddess to look like. Knowing I want to explore her body more thoroughly, I quickly divest myself of my t-shirt, jeans and socks. Luckily, I had nothing else on to deter me from quickly getting my hands on her.

I bend over her and place my lips upon hers, she’s ravenous in her haste, but I slow it down trying to make it as sensual and passionate as I can. Instead of devouring her this first time like every single one of my instincts are begging me to do, I want to show her love and warmth. I remove my mouth from hers and slowly kiss my way down her neck and stomach and as I finally make my way to her belly button, I stop and pay attention to her naval piercing. I suck it into my mouth and twirl it around. As I’m doing this, I slowly take the waistband of those itty-bitty shorts and slide them seductively down her legs. My mouth and fingers are placing a sensual touch upon her skin and I kiss every naked inch of her body that I uncover.

Once her shorts are finally all the way down her legs, and off of her feet—I throw them over my shoulder, not caring where they happen to land in the room. I can feel and hear her breathing as it picks up the pace. My touch is driving us both wild with need, but before I push my way inside of her excited body, I want to taste what I’ve been longing for. I spread her legs as wide as I can to make enough room to accommodate my wide shoulders. The first taste of her on my tongue ignites all of my senses. I swipe upwards from her perineal to her clit causing her to grab a hold of my hair as she begins pulling it in hard tugs.

“Fuck yes, Dillon!” she screams out.

I flatten my tongue and make my way back up again. The hold she has on my hair tightens and I know I’m succeeding in making this enjoyable for her. On my next pass I pay special attention to her pussy lips—I tease, suck and nip causing her hips to rise from the bed. I put my elbows over her hips to hold them down and give me more control over her movements.

“Don’t stop, oh my—please don’t stop.” There is no way in hell I’m stopping now that I’ve gotten a taste of her.

“I’m not stopping, baby,” I tell her as I lift my head long enough to get the statement out of my mouth. This is quickly becoming an addiction I’ll be needing on my tongue as often as possible. I get lost in devouring her and can no longer feel the fire in my scalp from her pulling on my hair. I can hear her murmurs of approval and calling out my name, but nothing is getting through to the fog in my brain. It’s currently on overload, I’m loving the fact that I can cause her to squirm and let go of her inhibitions. I insert first one finger inside of her passage and can feel her squeezing the life out of my finger. Inserting two is more difficult with her being as tight and turned on as she is. I pump my fingers back and forth a few times circling her g-spot and adding slight pressure to help stimulate an orgasm out of her. I suck her clit in my mouth and stroke it with my tongue. She detonates, and I remove my fingers and insert my tongue wanting to taste everything she has to offer.

“Dillon!” she screams out.

 Once the tension releases from her body, I climb up and lay a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I’ve never come like that before,” she says, causing pride to well up deep inside of my chest. Knowing I’ve been able to make her feel something she’s never experienced before makes me want to give that to her over and over again—every day for the rest of my life. Our kiss turns passionate as we get lost in our exploration of one another. She places her hands on my shoulders and puts pressure on them indicating she wants me to roll over. I give into her silent demand and roll over onto my back, she follows my body never losing her place and ends up sitting on top of me.