Ariella
I close the door to my bedroom while Davonyé openly looks around at my things. My head is still feeling the buzz, but the high has made me feel a lot less nervous around him which is a plus.
I stand by the door, watching him scanning everything with inquisitive eyes. He looks big in here, even though this ain’t a small room. I wish I could keep him here and never let him go. My feelings for him are rapidly increasing, and although technically he ain’t mine, I feel it in my blood that he is.
I just need him to make his choice. And fast.
He picks up one of my kickboxing trophies to study it. “You're a real badass, huh?” he says, giving me a quick glance.
I take a step closer to him but keep my distance of a few feet. “Not yet, but I will be.”
I look at the side of his face as he nods his head. “Let me guess, on your birthday? When you become a vampire witch, huh?”
I smile. “A werewolf witch,” I correct him.
He rolls his eyes. “Right.”
“Believe it or not,” I say casually as I shrug, but I don't think he's listening. He's moved on to the painting on the wall of my late great grandma’s cabin in England.
“This is sick,” he says appreciatively.
“Yeah, mom and dad painted that. They don’t just collect art…”
“They’re good,” he says and then moves to my docking station beneath the TV on the wall. “You can tell a lot about someone from the music they listen to.” He picks up my iPod Touch and starts scrolling.
“I know.” I’m glued to the spot as I wait to see what he’s gonna play. I can’t believe he’s in my room. If you had told me a week ago that this would be happening, I would never have believed you.
I watch his facial expression change from surprised, to amused, to intrigued. He taps the screen and Jacquees, You,starts to play.
‘It’s two-thirty in the morning…’
“You like Jacquees?” I ask as my heart starts going crazy.
He nods as he docks my iPod back and then looks over to me. The room quickly feels like it’s claustrophobic and lacking oxygen. “Am I allowed to stay the night?” he asks, slowly stepping towards me.
I nervously hold my hands together in front of me. “My parents said you could.”
His eyes narrow. “But what about you?” He stops in front of me.
He smells so good… “I want you to stay,” I say in a daze. His eyes are captivating in so many ways.
He sweeps my hair off my left shoulder. “What do you wanna do?”
I shrug. “What do you wanna do?”
“Touch you, get to know you, show you things...” He looks up from his hand on my neck and searches my eyes.
“Show me what?”
His pupils dilate. “Everything you don't know. Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?”
I shrug. What do I say?
“I would never ever have done you like that if I knew. That ain't me.”
“I wanted it,” I dare to say.
He looks at my lips and then runs the pad of his thumb over them. “How the fuck can you be as beautiful as you are and not have been with anyone?”
“It's complicated…”
“You're such a paradox.”
I raise an eyebrow and smirk at that. “A paradox?”
He nods his head once. “I'm gonna undress you now.” He pulls my tank up over my head and my nipples instantly tighten. He carefully runs his palms over both and they become even harder. He watches his hands as he does it again, and again…
I inhale sharply, causing him to look up. He pinches both my nipples at the same time and a soft moan slips from my lips.
His eyes darken. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I whisper. I want him to do it again, but harder.
He pulls them again, twisting them between his finger and thumb. I fully moan from how good it feels this time.
I'm wet as hell.
“Shit, Ariella. I wanna take my time to get to know your beautiful body… but at the same time, I wanna do you in the worst damn way.”
I'd take both.
His hands slip down to my waist, feeling up my curves on his way. “Your shape is mad. I've never seen a woman with a body like yours.” He carries on exploring my body with his hands and then slips them into the back of my shorts to trace the curve of my ass with his palms. His hot breath is on my neck, his hands on me feeling like life right now. The more he touches me, the more I feel the connection between us grow.
I sigh from need. His breaths become shorter, but his scent is becoming stronger. It's almost like I can smell his arousal on him. It overpowers his cologne and heightens the desire firing through my veins.
He lowers and slowly pulls my shorts down my legs. After I step out of them, he stands back up in front of me. He’s left my thong on but that’s it. My nervousness escalates and I move to cover my body with my arms, but he stops me.
“You ain’t got nothin’ you need to hide from me,” he says as he rests my arms back by my sides. His eyes scan my body, darkening further. “I swear you about to make me nut all up in my jeans.”
Does that mean I should get him out of his clothes? I don't know, but I reach for the hem of his tee anyways. I feel his hard abdomen against the back of my fingers as I trace the bottom of his tee along the front to the sides. His skin is silky but granite hard. I wonder how much harder he’ll be once he changes.
I shudder at the thought.
I clutch the fabric and pull it up. He leans down for me to pull it off cuz he's at least a foot taller than I am. I throw it over to my pile of clothes and then return my attention to him.
Shit... There are so many ridges in his abdomen... I touch them, one by one, running my fingers between the dips, tracing his hidden strength beneath his skin. The hair on his body is soft to touch, which I'm surprised about. The rest of his skin is seriously smooth, though. He's definitely been made to be one of my kind. This body is strong like a warrior’s, a protector.
My protector.
I run my palms up to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths beneath them. He’s breathing hard like me… I study his ink properly this time. It covers his right shoulder and chest. I trace the outline of the tribal design and he shivers.
I pull my hand away, realising I've been touching him like an inquisitive child. “I'm sorry. I've never done this before.”
He wordlessly grabs my hands and places them back on his chest. “I don't want you to stop.”
I blush furiously as I move my hands up to his shoulders and then slowly down his arms. I feel his biceps flex as he rests his hands on my waist. I don't stop my trail down his arms, though, I move to his forearms and then lower…
We ain't even doing nothing much, but I can still feel an ache between my thighs, a tingling in my breasts, and a heat in my belly from being aroused like hell.
“You're so strong,” I say in awe, more to myself than him. “You feel hard everywhere.”
I finally reach his hands on my hips, but he moves mine down to rest against the incompressible tent in his jeans. “I'm hardest here,” he says, releasing my hand to leave it there.
I inhale a sharp breath. My palm is against his dick!
The heat of it through the denim causes a rush of arousal to flood through me. I wanna feel it...
I work on getting his belt off, trying to ignore my shaky hands and the trembling of my fingers as I release the button and fly. It’s taken me much longer than it should’ve to get inside, but I finally manage to push down his jeans. He stops me from going past his knees to remove them and takes them and his boxers off himself. I glimpse his dick and see he’s hard, but I rip my eyes away from it because my heart goes crazy.
Calm the fuck down, Ariella…
He steps closer to me and plants my hand firmly on the defined V area of his lower stomach. I instantly think of it being like an arrow pointing to where I need to explore next.
I run my fingers along the indent and then lower, until my fingers touch short, curly hair... He trembles beneath my fingers and I hold my breath as I nervously touch him lower, right until I feel the smoothest, silkiest skin, that's firm and hot like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
His body shudders with a sharp draw of breath as I wrap my hand around his dick, but I can’t make it go all the way around to make my fingers touch. It kinda throbs against my palm and I look up at him. My stomach flips from the intense look in his eyes.
I've done that to him?
He wraps a hand over mine and moves it up and down the whole length of him. He's big, and even though I'm a virgin, I can clearly see that he's packing serious meat.
I guess my first time hurt from his size, after all.
He strokes our hands all the way up to the tip until my skin is suddenly a little wet. “Fuck,” he whispers harshly. It makes me blink in surprise. He's really into this…
He suddenly walks us back so that the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, then he quickly wraps an arm around my waist to lower me down onto it. He keeps his arm around me and effortlessly lifts my body up so that my head is on the pillow.
“That's enough exploring for you, for now,” he says huskily, and then he kisses me. His tongue goes straight in search for mine and I accept it, welcome it. I want everything he’s willing to give me.
He moves down my body, kissing my jawline, my neck, along my shoulder, and then down to the tops of my breasts, planting a single kiss on each of my nipples before flicking his tongue over one. I make some defenceless sound that turns into a desperate plea when he wraps his lips around it.
“Oh, God...” My hips rise and connects my pussy to his body somewhere, making me gasp.
“Shh,” he hushes, kissing my aching skin again, but then he bites and pulls my flesh between his teeth and I moan even louder.
I can't help it.
“Bae, your rents are gonna hear us,” he warns.
My heart flutters. Bae?
“You gotta be quiet,” he says, but he bites me again.
“Yes, no, they can't.” I breathe deeply as I arch my back against him. “Soundproofed.”
He raises his head at that and frowns. “Your room is soundproofed?”
“Don't ask.” I hold the back of his head and urge him to carry on.
He doesn’t continue with my breasts, though, he goes further, holding my hips while trailing kisses all down my stomach and navel until he's pulling my thong down my legs.
He gently tugs some of the hair that’s left down there. “You do this for me?” I think he’s surprised.
I prop myself up on my elbows. “I wasn't prepared the other day,” I say as an explanation. He smirks and my cheeks warm like mad. “Don't you like it?”
“Oh, I don’t know yet, but I'm about to find out.” He spreads my thighs wider apart and then slips his fingers into my heat. I know from the way it feels that I'm wet as a damn ocean down there.
“All this juice for me?” he asks in amazement. “Damn, shawty...”
He lowers his head and I close my eyes. Oh, shit! His lips are on me, all in my... My body shakes. He grips my thighs tight and works his tongue on me; probing, licking, flicking it all around and exploring my pussy. He groans so softly, and I moan in response. He’s giving me head, but he’s moaning?
He does it again and then tucks his palms underneath my ass to pull me up closer to his face. He holds me so securely it makes my body shudder like crazy. I can barely keep myself propped up.
I hold his head with one hand but try not to suffocate him by grinding on his face too hard, but he sounds like he likes it, so I just focus on the feeling and how close I am to getting off right now.
I’m lost to intense pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known… “So good... Feels so good…” My thighs shake and my toes curl the hell up. “So close...”
“I know,” is all he says, and then I feel him push a finger inside me. For a second, it feels like he's searching for something, and he soon finds it.
My G-spot.
He strokes it a couple times but that's all I can take.
“Cum,” is the only coherent word I can manage to get out before my whole body's tenses in climax. I close my eyes and try not to die. I’m seeing stars, flashes of light, and all sorts of crazy shit behind the darkness of my eyelids.
I feel him move off the bed as I lie back and try to catch my breath. It sounds like he’s putting on a rubber, but I feel too fucked up to look. I just came so damn hard…
He’s soon moving over my body but I still don't open my eyes. I feel lips on mine and then he shares how I taste with me. “See how sweet you are,” he says in-between kissing me. I can smell myself on his beard, taste myself on his soft lips, and the thought of where he's just been makes me want him all over again.
He went down on me. He's giving me all these firsts and making serious impressions with them, too. I open my eyes. “Another first.”
His eyes widen for a second. “I want every single one I can get.” I feel his dick digging into my inner thigh but soon he shifts to stroke it between my folds.
I mentally prepare myself for him to enter me and release a long breath as he slips closer…
“Slowly this time…” I watch his eyes darkening. “…The way it shoulda been the first time.”
Or not. I think I like it rough...
He presses into my opening and then moves his hand to my shoulder. Inch by inch, he fills me. I watch his face and the way his lips slightly part and close, repeatedly. His short sucks of breath fall back out of him like waves against my skin as he rests his head against my neck. I close my eyes and hold him tightly around his back, feeling the strength within him. The ache inside my chest that I felt before, suddenly turns into a heaviness that makes me emotional, but I don’t know why.
His strokes inside me are meticulous, gentle but firm; I can tell he’s holding back to give me time to adjust to his size. But there is also a way he cherishes me that rocks my soul. I try to relax to let him deeper inside, but I repeatedly clench because he’s stretching me so damn much.
My legs tremble against his waist as I lock his body to mine. He wraps an arm around one of my thighs before going in a little more. I gasp and instinctively hold him tighter.
Shit, I can’t tell if it hurts or feels good.
“You alright?” I hear him ask.
“Yeah… it just feels… tight,” I breathe the last word as he goes deeper again.
“I'm telling you, it is.” He pulls back a little and then he's all the way inside me with his next thrust.
I arch my back as my belly cramps. “Oh. God.”
“That’s not my name,” he whispers before shifting to one side and kissing me softly.
His available hand touches me everywhere that this position allows, but he never keeps it in one place longer than a few seconds. I feel like no inch of my skin that he can reach has been left untouched. I rock my hips and sync with his pace. The pain has gone and it’s only increasing pleasure that he’s giving me now. I don't want it to stop. He groans when I tighten my pussy, so I do it every time he re-enters me.
All sorts of thoughts swarm like crazy inside my head. He’s making me feel so good about myself, so precious, like I’m important to him. Especially when we doin’ this.
The sounds we make get lost in the music. He’s groaning, and I’m moaning just the same; inhaling sharply when he touches me on a deeper level than I ever thought possible.
“You wanna ride me?” he asks suddenly. I think he thinks he's hurting me.
I nod my head and he skillfully rolls us over. He holds my hip and guides himself back inside me before gently pulling me down. He's so careful with me; I wonder if it's because I'm inexperienced, or maybe that’s just how he is...
I rest my palms on his biceps and look down at him. He’s looking at my body with lustful eyes, running his hands over my thighs, grabbing up my skin in intervals while I wind my hips to judge how low I can go before it hurts.
“You ain't gotta take me all,” he says when I moan out in shock after taking him too deep. “Just take your time. We ain’t gotta rush.” He follows his hands up my body with his eyes. “Damn, Ariella, you are somethin’ else.” He sits up and holds me against him, so I hold him around his neck.
I close my eyes and lose myself in feeling his body so close to mine. I’m holding back my soaring emotions by the skin of my teeth, too, because I don’t wanna come across as some mentally unstable freak.
But it’s hard not to.
Because all I can think about is how much I really like him.
And how badly I want him to be only mine.