CHAPTER467
We’re both panting, kissing hard when I flinch at the hard, stone surface against my back as he presses his body against me, having backed me into the wall of the house and it seems to free the animal in me without warning. As though every thought and objection dissipates and all I have is a burning desire engulfing me. My fingers carelessly rip at his bow tie and push his buttons open at his neck, discarding it with no cares as to where it lands. Arrick moves from my mouth to my neck, trailing nibbles and kisses along my throat, sending my fever pitch sky-high as I angle to let him have full access, weakening physically to the burning touch of his mouth on my throat.
My legs find their way to slide around his waist of their own accord and my dress rides high so that I am pressed fully to him. Arrick’s strong hands holding me up under my thighs as his body presses me flat against the wall, concealed by garden shrubs. His body feels so good, his mouth scorching me to insanity and the aching burn between my legs pushes all my demon buttons as I claw at his shoulders in a bid to get his jacket off.
A car passing close by alerts us to the fact we are still outside, very exposed, and shamelessly dry humping in a place anyone could stroll upon. Snapping attention back to reality as he drops me back on my feet, headlights skim above our heads over the bushes as he stands in front of me to conceal me from anyone who may be nearby. Arrick doesn’t say anything. He’s breathing hard and lingering close to my mouth, his pupils huge with sheer lust and mouth poised ready to kiss me again. He slides my dress back down around my thighs, holding onto me, staring at one another for a long breathless moment as he puts me to rights. I gaze at the mouth I want back on mine, the way he feels against me and ignore the voices trying to break through this haze of horniness.
“I want you, more than anything I have ever wanted in my life, all of you, baby, let me show you how much.” Arrick’s voice has some strength again, all thoughts of talking this out, fixing mistakes made, pushed aside in the face of this unbridled hunger. We’re both too fueled by champagne, burning with passion to think beyond the physical. I nod, completely unable to formulate words anymore as desire consumes me. Willing to follow him anywhere as long as his body is the reward.
Arrick moves into my mouth again, seemingly unable to stand the distance, kissing me as passionately as he can, hands ravaging my hair and throat in a bid to keep me close as humanly possible. I can’t withstand his kiss, how it makes me feel, from inside out, an ache and yearning, burning to an almost unbearable fever pitch. His tongue finds mine, pushing us further into the sort of kissing that leaves no misinterpretation to how much he wants to have sex with me. His hands moving down to cup my breast as he pushes against me, my work their way inside his shirt, unbuttoning as I go and revealing that expanse of hard naked torso and tattoos. He presses a knee between my thighs, the pressure making me writhe and grind back to him. We both know where this is heading, and I don’t even hesitate about whether I want it or not.
He slides his leg further between my legs and moves in against me seductively teasing me sexually as his muscle rubs my softness. I let out a soft moan that seems to send him over the edge. I can feel his rock-hard arousal pressed into my pelvis, a real sign that Arrick is as sexually turned on by me as I am by him, insanely so and something inside of me seems to take this as a sign to lead. Inhibitions dissipating between us, sliding my hands down to his waistband and pulling the button and zipper open as he still kisses me into panting submission. I slide my hand into his trousers, seeking him out, no fear, no repulsion, just a dreamlike haze of drunkenness telling me how right this is and not to question it in the slightest.
I encircle him, shyness evaporating instantly because I know I now own this part of him, unsure if I am even doing this right but want to try, and I gently caress his erection cautiously with inexperienced hands. Empowered by my hazy state, fueled by his instinctual responses, his tongue still in my mouth and the subtle moans that start reverberating through him. The sense of power and sexiness it gives me fuels me with adrenalin and I tighten my grip and slide my hand up and down slowly.
Arrick groans as I increase the pressure of my hand, he gently bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth, his tongue tracing my lip erotically before he captures me once more in a full mouth kiss, teasing me relentlessly with the kind of passionate kiss I only dreamed I could enjoy. He slides my dress up from my thighs, one hand smoothing between them to seek me out, the way I sought him out, exploring between them until he skims the outer lace of my panties, grazing my heat and softness.
The touch sends a million tingles sweeping through me, so tantalizingly good that my legs almost give out as heat and an ache consume me. I push into him, urging his hand to explore more, but he pulls back instead. Bringing his forehead to mine and stilling my hand by grabbing my wrist. I don’t want him to stop and give my emotions a chance to catch up; the consuming confused haze that is lingering nearby, only silenced by his kiss which threatens to consume me again.
“Not here, not like this. You mean so much more to me than this.” He pants, his voice husky and low, his voice not familiar this way and it only makes my body vibrate with the sheer longing to have sex with him. Arrick slides his fingers into mine, pulling me with him towards the back of the Carrero house and leads me at speed along the back wall, under the cover of bushes and overgrown roses. Glancing at me and stopping every few steps to kiss me again and run his hand under my dress and over my thigh.
Everything happens so fast. The fast-paced walk to find the back entrance and then high tailing it into the house in complete darkness while his hands and mouth are all over me, pulling me to him and walking backwards within his tight embrace. We make out, fumbling, groping, teasing each other mercilessly while moving through the house swiftly. It’s empty due to the fact his family are still in my parents” house, eerily silent and illuminated only by moonlight. He stops me at the foot of the marble stairway to kiss me seductively, his fingers trailing over my breasts and his tongue probing my mouth sensually, pushing me into complete surrender. I groan and cling to him, seeking out his manhood through his pants and tracing him, feeling bolder with every passing touch and kiss he lays on me, shocked at how much of him I can feel in his pants now that he is all mine.
Arrick picks me up, distracting me from the thoughts I was having about his size and wrapping my legs around his waist as before, but this time he carries me upstairs. Fast scaling them, while still holding me close and keeping my mouth occupied with his, so that I don’t even realize when we reach the top in seconds.
He takes me to his bedroom amid bites and kisses along my jaw, neck, and my mouth, exploring how many ways he can kiss me and always gets an instant response, adjusting to him in every way. He doesn’t seem to have an end to how many variations of kisses he has perfected, and I am completely lost to him and that sensual mouth. All thoughts of anything but him on me have gone out of my head. I never imagined it would be this way with him when he finally let up and kissed me without limitation. I realize how much he held back before, anytime he kissed me in the past.
We get into his room amid a flurry of enthusiastic kissing, frantic groping, and the unbuttoning of clothes in a frenzy of horniness. He manages to maneuver me inside the door, pushing me up against the wall as he shoves it shut and continues making love to my mouth with his own. Both of us ripping off one another’s clothes, drunkenness throwing all sense and caution away and caught up in the sheer desire to quell the burning lust between us as the room spins and sweeps around me. Arrick puts me on my feet so he can drag my dress over my head, only breaking away long enough to pull it off and coming straight back, hand skimming my body and sending explosive tingles in every direction. He reaches around, unclips my strapless bra and slides it away, expertly tossing it aside without a second glance as his eyes stay homed on what he has just uncovered. He devours me with a look before sweeping back to capture my mouth.
His mouth trails to my neck, across my exposed shoulder and down to my breasts as I arch against him, his hands smoothing down to the edge of my panties and sliding them down. He stops again as he gets them low, stooping to take them off, waiting as I lift one foot at a time, extracting them fully from my ankle and the whole while I find myself letting him do this with no sense of inhibition. It’s as though I have completely become submissive to him, no war raging inside, or sense of self-preservation, stupidly trusting him in this because I want it more than anything and I know he will guide me gently. There’s no fear or repulsion, no trauma holding me back.
Soon we are both fully naked, as he discarded his clothes quickly, neither finding any shyness or awkwardness due to the fact neither is anywhere near sober enough to even care. I swear I am drunker than I was in the garden and everything is starting to swim around me with a headiness that has me feeling a little unsteady and fragile.
My body is yearning, burning up and screaming for him, despite years of abhorring this kind of touch and I am having trouble processing the tidal waves of emotions coming at me from all angles over this. My head is torn in two, only quietening when his mouth is on mine, screaming when it’s not, that I shouldn’t be letting him back in this easily. I should be fighting him. My mind’s a mess, my heart’s prickling and swaying one way to the other crazily and I cannot think beyond his touch.
I want nothing but the feel of him, the way he touches me and makes me moan as his hands then mouth move to my most intimate parts as he slides down my body to his knees. Still leaning against his bedroom wall, unsure how to behave or react when he lifts one of my legs behind the knee and bends it up to open me to him. I obey, watching the top of his head move in against me, unable to do anything but breathe heavily and watch in slow motion as his mouth connects between my thighs unexpectedly. I don’t even know what I thought he was going to do but I gasp in pleasure at a sensation I’ve never known and become completely engulfed in the need to be joined to him when it renders me useless.
I almost convulse as hot warm wetness slides between my legs, a unique goodness that has my body instantly erupting deliciously with prickles and flutters, while his tongue probes and smooths within and around me. I gasp, tingling and writhing as I adjust to this alien sensation. He sucks me into his mouth and makes every part of me crumble. I groan out loud, grabbing his shoulder tightly with one hand to hold my weight as my legs start to give and use the top of his head, gripping my fingers in his hair with the other. Arrick’s hands are holding my legs stable to keep me up, as his mouth does things to me that have me wriggling in complete ecstasy."
