I leaned back, allowing my eyes to roam over Ari’s body. “Baby, stop. Let me just drink you all in. Just the sight of you like this is too much. Just let me have this moment. I may not have it again.”
I admired Ari, starting with her toenails, which were a soft pink color. Her legs were thick, smooth, and gorgeous. The low light of the room reflected her skin’s golden undertones which made her radiant. Her blue panties stopped right under her navel, and I could see faint traces of her bikini line. Her stomach wasn’t flat but round, soft and inviting, with a deep, cavernous navel. I looked at the slight stretch marks on the sides of her hips and moved my eyes up toward her breasts, which were spilling out of her bra. She had a few moles right on her rib cage, in the shape of an unknown constellation. Her deep brown areolas peeking out from the top of her bra, with an errant nipple poking through the lace, made my dick stiffen even more in my boxer briefs. Her hair, which had been a low bun, was now loose and all over the place, creating an alluring, dark halo round her face. Lines. Curves. Constellations. Peaks. Valleys. Caverns. She was a map of heavenly beauty that I had to travel.
There was a tufted upholstered bench in front of her bed. I used it for leverage as I climbed toward Ari. On my knees, I slowly spread her legs with a gentle push of my hands, cradling myself between them.
“Ari, I’m asking you again. Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said, her breath rapid and voice uneven.
I bent down, kissing her with intense thirst. It was like I had been in the desert, and she was the coldest, freshest drink of water.
I devoured her lips, sucking in her tongue hard. I slowly released her and focused on her bottom lip and bit it slowly, but firmly. Ari let out a satisfied moan. I could feel the sticky barrier between my dick and my briefs. I had to get them off. But first, I had to get her off.
I kissed Ari’s neck, trailing my way down into her ample cleavage. I could taste the faintest trace of her perfume. Oranges, mangoes. Roses. She was a garden in bloom. I felt Ari’s fingers run through my hair, which was curlier and longer than usual. She twirled a single curl around her finger and tugged. Playfully, I nibbled her shoulder. She let out a low, sultry giggle. It was the sexiest laugh ever.
“So, you want to play?” I asked, looking into her big brown eyes.
Ari’s long black eyelashes fluttered as she bit her full bottom lip, which still had traces of coral colored lipstick.
“Of course, I want to play. But this isn’t about to be a game, is it?”
“Oh. It’s definitely not a game, Ms. James.”
I slid my hands underneath her torso and moved them to the clasps at the back of her bra. I unhooked the bra, slowly removing it as her ample breasts spilled out. Her areolas were dark brown against the honey brown of her skin, with nipples the shape of chocolate kisses. They instantly made my mouth water, and I had to take one into my mouth. I gently leaned down and sucked, running the rough pad of my tongue over her nipples over and over until they were stiff peaks. I pulled one nipple slightly between my teeth before sucking it all over again. Ari squirmed underneath me and moaned. I positioned myself firmly over her. I felt her nails gently dig into my shoulders as I alternated between each breast with my mouth.
“Jesus, Porter.” Ari’s voice broke as she tried to gather herself. Her back arched as I lifted her breast and ran my tongue at the spot where her breast and torso met.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, looking up at her as my hands massaged her, my fingers gently pinching the hardened coffee beans that were her nipples.
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” Ari responded, moaning each word, each syllable, softly.
I moved from her breasts down to her stomach, placing butterfly kisses all over every inch, in between every curve. Lingering my tongue around her navel made her back arch further. I could feel her underneath, her stomach muscles tensing. It was as if she was restraining herself, limiting her enjoyment of pleasure.
“No, don’t do that...” I whispered, looking up at her with my head positioned at the top of her panty line.
“Do what?”
“Don’t hold back with me. Let go with me. Let it all go.”
Instantly I felt her abdomen relax, the tension subsiding. I moved my lips down, tasting small beads of sweet sweat on her skin. My hands, nervous and anxious, pulled her panties down. Ari lifted her hips up to allow me to get them totally off. I looked at her, totally naked. She had a slight landing strip of hair on her otherwise clean-shaven pussy. Not knowing what to expect, the sight of her pussy, glistening with wetness, made me ravenous for her.
I took my fingers and parted her wet folds, moving my fingers slowly inside her and slightly over her taut clit. Slipping one finger inside, I teased her G-spot as my thumb circled her clitoris. Ari moaned, fisting the sheets of the bed. I removed my drenched fingers, slowly placing each digit in my mouth. Her intake of sharp breath at the sight of me licking her taste off my fingers made me want to have a deeper, more fulfilling drink of her.
I bent my head down and lapped my tongue on her plump little clit. I moved in small, quick circles, alternating my tongue between her wet slit and her exposed bud. When I could feel her legs begin to clamp down, I pushed back, using my hands to expose more of her clit from underneath its hood, moaning and sucking faster, deeper. I could feel Ari take her hands to my head and bury me in her. If I was going to suffocate and die, dammit, it would be worth it.
“Fuck, Porter. Fuck!” she yelled with primal yearning. I would not stop until she came, tasting her juices flowing into my mouth. And she tasted divine.
Once the wave of her orgasm passed, I kissed her, letting her taste her own arousal. She moaned in deep satisfaction. I moved off the bed to remove my boxers. My untamed erection leaped out of my shorts and was standing at curved attention. Ari looked over and immediately sat up.
“Wow,” Ari said. “I mean...damn.” As she tilted her head to the side in admiration, a coy smile crossed her face.
I smiled, feeling my cheeks flush as I looked down at my dick, then back at Ari.
“Is it to your satisfaction?”
Ari put her elbow on her knees, head in hands, and chuckled. “Hmm. Oh yeah, definitely.”
I looked around her bedroom floor for my pants to get a condom, but realized they were in the foyer. Sensing the panic on my face, Ari smiled and slowly opened the top of her nightstand. I peered inside. There was a cornucopia of condoms in every imaginable brand, size, and color, lube, a couple of vibrators (including an enormous black one), and... Were those anal beads? I raised a brow.
“Ari James, you surprise me,” I remarked under my breath as I searched for an appropriate condom.