Tell Me Ariel, Are You Mine?

Chapter 8 - No Going Back Now

He kissed me. How alone we can really be.

"Fuck, I want you naked." He managed roughly against my neck.

That's why I was here. To be naked. To be a little less alone wrapped around a guy who could maybe use that too. I'd use him if I needed to. Any which way.

I pushed him back onto his bed, he landed firm with a light spring. I'd be as naked as I had to be and too much for his hungry stare to stand. Lust looked like fire when it set in his eyes and he wasn't afraid to show me how hot just looking could be. I just needed to be something he desired. Something he wanted to touch, just not yet.

So I backed up a small distance and put my hands to the tops of my shoulders, teasingly sliding my dress off all the way down over my hips. It fell in a circular heap on the floor and pooled around my ankles. I stepped out and flicked it away with one deft foot. Turned on, I turned around, my butt in his view, and with my hands on either side of my thong, I slowly bent over. My legs stick-straight and positioned only slightly apart, I pushed the knickers down over my arse as it's tiny fabric rolled in on itself and I slowly moved my hips out of it as I pushed it down and it also fell to the ground. I turned back around pivoting, and stepped out of each hole before kicking that too.

He got what he wanted, I was now officially naked. Warm to touch, yet sensitive to the grazes of air that hardened my nipples like an ice lolly hitting a nerve.

The most Dante had ever given away had been tonight. There wasn't much he could keep to himself. Not when his chest heaved, his eyes seeped into me, and I could swear he sexed me through his sight alone. I could imagine what he was thinking of as I stood there naked in front of him. Every anticipated touch chased across his eyes, his face taking a decidedly darker turn, shrouded.

He paused for a long moment to take me in. He shook his head. "Fuck."

It was easy to want to touch myself and move soft in front of him when he looked as though he savoured every inch of me. His gaze made my bones wilt, my body curve, my head tilt, my breath escape me slow till I could feel it pass cool through my lips. My spirit free and my body feral. With a carnal moan he got up, took my arm and yanked me hard towards him.

"Shit, Ariel, you reek of sex." He said rough against my lips, tipping my head back till my mouth parted as he bent his head to me. "You're a fucking goddess."

There I was, not a stitch of clothing on me but for a pair of heels and my painted toes, and there he stood, fully clothed, kissing me, caressing me, walking me back with him as I stepped forward toward the bed behind him. His hands passed over my butt and he squeezed hard as he moaned into my mouth and lifted me up against his torso, bringing me over his thighs when he landed, seated on the bed. I straddled him tight. It's true what he said; he really did have great self control to not have pulled his trousers down and plundered into me already. His hands dragged hungry up the warm skin of my back and into my hair, deliberately ruffling it up till it was an unstructured mess of waves.

I'd already seen off his tie as I yanked it from around his neck and carelessly flung it to the floor. The shirt came next, fast, eager, unbuttoned as far as patience would allow which wasn't far before I pulled it apart. He shrugged impatiently out of it to reveal a hard, tanned torso. He was muscular but lean with arms to match. They looked as strong as they felt.

He drew me in, hauled his tongue up my chest, which I arched to feel before I bent my head forward to meet his mouth. His hands dragged palms over my breasts, my waist, around my back to hug me in with one hand, while the other dipped down my spine between my butt to tuck my groin further into his where I could feel him. Pillared with all the build of iron up against my tummy I rubbed myself against it, grinding along his length between the spread of my thighs. His arm up my back, his hand pressed down on my shoulder to push me harder along him and deepen this grind.

"Dante." Because should I say his name, I'd beg it eagerly. I put my hand over him and held him solid and firm in my fingers. Both my palms over it now, stroking it. He watched my hold over him, quickening his breaths like it was too much to take. And it was.

He couldn't hack the agonising feeling for long because he scooped me up quick as the intensity got us both. My thighs gripped around him, he lifted me and manoeuvred us till he had me on my back. I bounced lightly into the mattress. It was firm, like him. 

While I held his mouth to mine, he scrambled over me, hands pressed either side of me into the sheets steadying himself over me for a moment, while quickly removing his trousers with one hand, pushing them off and hastening to kick out of them. I knew he was free of them when his body pressed mine and my thighs parted wider. We were skin and skin, completely. Finally. Our mouths again, too.

Feeling him between my legs I knew what was about to happen and yet I wasn't prepared for the sharp intake of breath I took with widened eyes when his hips moved against mine and he entered. I blinked through my loud gasp at the pressure as he slid smooth into me with a deep groan he freed like it was about time. I wasn't ready for how new his fullness would feel inside me. I'd never been taken like this before. Never felt so tight.

I pulled him hard to me the moment the thrusts got deeper, mouth agape when I fought for breath. Just as he drove himself all the way inside me I slipped into joining his rhythm. When our stomachs touched he slowed to feel the fondness of it, and I wrapped my arm around his neck the second my soft kiss lazily slowed to the slides of him inside me. His mouth was so warm through the moment of tenderness I threw my head back flowing to the side when he took that soft mouth down the side of my throat and squeezed a breast full in his hand.

I scrunched my eyes closed when he went deep again, one long hard stroke at a time, till his need and mine got more intense and he went harder. Faster my breath came, faster his did too. I grabbed his face, his waist, his shoulders, his arms, and squeezed so hard into his biceps I knew what was coming. And then I came. Right through my body. Closing my eyes as I tilted my head and arched my neck with a loud moan, I sobbed the climaxed ecstasy out. I had to clasp my hands around his neck and thread my fingers to keep his head to mine, and staggered a breath against his own through his slides between my legs. 

The second he said "You're so fucking beautiful," through my lips as I orgasmed I breathed his breath and looked into his eyes, panting, like I could see what he did when we locked eyes. They were so fucking pretty staring into me like the turn-on his desire was. It was then, after my gaze bore back into his, that he was gone. 

His eyes hurricane dark. "You were made for me," he murmured through harsh breaths, his voice coated thick. He pressed his head against mine and went harder now, his rhythm picking up speed. 

"Oh God," came strained through the cracks in my moans. I clawed at him like I would leave welts in his skin. He was hot. Really hot.

And when he tilted his head back, looked down at me and let out an animalistic roar as he released in me, his storm dark eyes turned black fire. The gold rim around his pupils had the burn of hell in them. I'd looked into his eyes before, but I'd never seen them like this.

Never like this.

Not when the windows to him had flung open and showed me what those gold rims around his pupils really were. My reflection, glassy and on fire through rivers of lava and the rise of flame. Right there in the heart of his eyes.

His eyes.

No longer silver, they were gold.