CHAPTER497
Feeling braver as he escalates things a little, I grab his free hand and push it across my thigh towards my underwear, which is now on show since my dress has gotten hitched up my abdomen with his wandering fingers. He tenses and pulls back, stopping his grinding rhythm for a second, but I catch his wrist and hold it tight, refusing to back down when this is something, I want more than oxygen. He breaks away to look down at me, gorgeously turned on with dilated pupils, kiss swollen lips and messily ruffled hair from my clawing fingertips, dragging in a breath which makes his shoulders heave and naked chest expand rapidly. I don’t think I have ever seen him look so crazily sexy in my life.
“Don’t stop … I trust you. I know you’ll stop if I say no. Stop holding back, it’s frustrating.” I whisper through short inhales into his mouth, kissing him hard and slipping my tongue over his so that he can’t talk, getting lost in this and urging him to carry on. I am so close to the brink of internal climax, but I want it from him being inside me, not like this.
He relaxes on top of me a little, his hand moves up under my dress again and over my breasts once more, slowly, tensing as doubt obviously gets him. He stops and looks down between us for a long moment, so many thoughts and emotions passing over his face as he lightly draws patterns on my skin with his finger. I can almost taste his turmoil, that quick brain torn between wanting to have sex with me and the protective part, wanting to not hurt me. I couldn’t love him anymore if I tried.
“Say no … Promise me! If anything, doesn’t feel right, Sophie. Even the tiniest doubt, then stop this.” His eyes meet mine, deadly serious and I nod, leaning in to kiss him again. Arrick seems to hesitate, assessing me me for a moment even though I’m kissing him, as though trying to decide if he should or shouldn’t and then finally closes his eyes and kisses me back. Pushing against me and losing himself in me once again, going back to the way his body fluidly moves with mine.
His hands come up to cradle my neck and face, angling to deepen the kiss to panty twisting levels and I realize in that single moment just how much my boy has been holding back. Hot kissing to scorching kissing in a flash as he lets go a little, his groin meeting mine harder as euphoric heat starts enveloping me at a faster speed that makes me literally tense and move higher up the couch in reaction with a gasp. My mouth is a whole new plaything for him, lip sucking, tongue caressing and generally making every part of me combust with that hidden skill. A talent he has been keeping from me until now. I’m literally swept up hopelessly and realize he has only had me simmering until this second and now I am consumed with new levels of insane need.
Arrick’s hands move down to my thighs and pull me up, so I’m wrapped around his hips snugly as he nestles tightly against me, body molding heavily to mine, maneuvering me so I can feel every pulsating inch of his desire between us and he has access to my upper body without leaning on his arms. He pushes my dress up to my bra to expose it fully, still tasting me, then my jaw and neck, grinding against me, igniting a switch inside that has me moaning and arching to him wantonly. Excitement going crazy inside me as I realize I am finally getting exactly what I want, and it only intensifies the sensation.
The way our bodies are pressed together, his hardness fits tightly against me in ways that have me writhing around as he moves against me deliberately, knowing how to get a woman ready when he has his eye on the goal. He slides his hands under my butt, under between us to the outer edge of my lace underwear. His mouth back on mine leaning forwards over me, flitting from my throat and cleavage to my mouth in small bursts. My own hands roaming him, unbuttoning the very last buttons low down on his shirt to reveal a sexy tanned torso, achingly perfect abs and that one side of tattoos and sleeve that is as sexy as sin.
My own lips go to his throat when he leans into me again, nibbling him and tasting his skin in the way he is tasting me. Aching to be fully naked and feel him against me in every way possible.
He slides a hand between us, along the top edge of my lace panties and pulls his face away from me, opening his eyes to look into mine, focusing on me, nose to nose as he slides his hand lower and into my underwear slowly. Watching me with obvious concentration and a hint of wariness as I hold my breath in anticipation. Watching his eyes moving from mine to my mouth and back as his fingers slide down over their target making me flinch with pleasure. My lips part with a gasp, as his warm skin connects with me between my thighs and he circles me deliciously.
I groan as he glides his fingers up and down slowly, feeling me out, testing my responses and making me squirm wildly. His breathing becomes more labored as his pupils dilate. He seems to watch for any sign of rejection, seeing only my inability to withstand how good this feels as I close my eyes, bite on my bottom lip and squirm about in sheer ecstasy at his massaging touch. His mouth finds mine again, tongue in as he slides his fingers under the edge of the fabric and inside of me so slowly it’s almost torture. I moan out as he penetrates me, panting, overwhelmed at how amazingly good he feels, arching to let him have better access and pushing against him hard.
He slides inside of me fully, his thumb massaging the front of my sex as tingles, waves, and crazy aching sensations consume me. Sensations that make me claw at his shoulders and arch underneath him. He dips his head to my throat and kisses me, sucks gently, drives me wild with the intensity of finger banging me into oblivion. Unable to control myself and not caring about how I am reacting; I have never felt this crazy, yet so lost at the same time, my body yearning, crying out for more and unable to control anything I’m doing.
His fingers are raising my body temperature and heart rate to explosive levels and the building crescendo and fireworks are so close to erupting. I can barely hold myself together and arch crazily as my body is gripped with need. Almost on the verge of a body ripping orgasm.
The harsh ring of his cell breaks the sudden ecstasy of the moment and completely kills my buzz as it invades my brain and snaps my eyes open. He curses under his breath, pulling his fingers from inside of me and starts moving around to fish his vibrating cell from his back pocket in angry agitation. He pulls it forward, glares at it and sighs before tossing it aside. Almost automatically I spy her name on the glowing screen and turn back to him with a frown, anger spiking stupidly inside my stomach.
It’s still ringing as he tries to come in for another kiss but something inside of me snaps, something that has been building all evening after seeing her arrive, lying dormant under my happy fuzz since being aware of her presence in the bowling alley. Maybe being brought to the edge of this mind-blowing ecstasy and then halting abruptly has sent me over the edge.
I push him off and pull myself to the side, pick up the phone and red button it to reject her call, before throwing it at the opposite chair in complete erratic rage. Cursing her under my breath for ruining this moment for me, like she ruins fucking everything in my life. Arrick tries to pull my face back to his softly, but I resist him, unable to look him in the eye when this much disappointment hits me hard and I’m struggling to control Psycho Sophie from kicking out inside me.
“Baby?” He soothes, leaning in to kiss me back into submission, smoothing a little of my obvious temper tantrum in a bid to get me back under him, but the stupid thing starts ringing again almost immediately and this time, in my drunken stupor, I pick up my shoe and throw it at the cell phone in a complete rage. I score a perfect bullseye and it falls to the floor with my shoe in rattling silence, unclear if I just smashed, or killed, his cell. I really don’t care, I picture her in my head and want to assault her with my shoe too. Stab her seriously tiny, little doe-eyed fucking face with any one of my knife edge stilettos.
“Sophie, what the fuck?” Arrick half snaps, half laughs in disbelief, but she has completely killed the mood and I’m being the asshole I always am when I’m hurt. Unable to go back when this inner demon breaks free and acting like a petulant spoiled kid in meltdown.
“Screw it … screw you, and fucking screw her.” I push him back hard, so he ends up falling back against the couch and slide myself out of his embrace. I pull myself up, pull down my dress angrily and start stomping towards the bedroom without a backwards glance as fire consumes me for a whole different reason. Irrational, drunk, and being an idiot, seething inside that we were so close and there she was, like every time, popping up to ruin everything. Like a damn infernal constant black cloud on my parade, who opens the heavens to a downpour any time she catches a tiny ray of sunshine in our life.
“Answer your fucking phone, you know you’re going to.” I yell at him in rage, as his cell starts ringing again, storming into his bedroom and slamming the door magnificently, so a picture falls off the wall with a crashing thud in the room I just left. Tears blinding me and feeling like a class ‘A’ psycho for completely overreacting. We were so goddamn close to something people take for granted as normal every day, and like always, she goes and fucks everything up for me.
And he lets her! Every goddamn, fucking stupid, asshole, time.
Arrick opens the door seconds after me and stands there staring at me like I have completely lost the plot. Face calm, but he has that tell-tale tense muscle and square jaw of being pissed off that makes me want to scream at him. His shirt wide open and looking a little too inviting, even though I am in no mood to even go back there and I ask myself why the hell I can’t go back out there and continue when he’s looking like that, but I can hear the ringing starting again in the room behind him and it makes me a hundred times worse. I glare at him coldly, like I hate him, even though he hasn’t actually done anything wrong.
Like every other fucking time, I act like a completely insane, jealous psycho, and take it out on him.
“What was that?” Arrick seems mildly irritated, but I know him better and can see the suppressed anger as he tries to keep his cool. Obviously as drunk as me and swaying on his feet a little. I guess stopping men mid-sex makes them grumpy as hell too, as he looks pretty pissed, in his subtle but annoying way, not his normal cool and controlled, understanding sober Arry.
Asshole."
