Page 82 of Hunt for the Roses
I lean to trail kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder as I let my free hand slide her dress strap down. I take my hand away from her lips to slide the other strap down her shoulder, then I cup both sides of her face in my hands as I lean down to kiss her awaiting mouth. She opens her mouth instantly to invite my tongue in, and as our tongues dance, I feel her weight shift from one foot to the other. When Aria removes her wedge sandals from her feet, I reach behind her to find the zipper of her dress to slowly drag it down.
I swipe my hands over her dress straps and down her arms so that the dress slides off her, and Aria picks up her legs to step out of her dress that’s pooled at her ankles. She’s left in a strapless black lace bra and panties, and my dick stirs at the sight of her. Aria bites her lip when she reaches for the hem of my shirt and drags it up over my head as I lift my arms to help her. Once my shirt is on the floor, I hoist her up from behind her thighs, and Aria wraps her arms and legs around me so I can walk us upstairs to my bedroom.
When we reach my bedroom, I lay her gently on my bed, and I’m standing at the foot of the bed as our eyes are locked on each other. Aria lays with her feet flat on the comforter and knees bent. Normally, I would venture into some dirty talk right away, but I can’t do that with Aria right now, so I try to think of a cleaner avenue that still drives the point home. As I start to unbuckle my belt, I notice Aria’s breathing starts to pick up.
“How do you want me to take you?” I ask.
“On top of me,” she whispers. I can’t peel my eyes away from her body, with her perky breasts spilling out of the top of her bra, and her flat, toned stomach rising and falling with every nervous breath she takes. She’s a fucking goddess in front of me, and as much as I want to ravage every inch of her body andownher, I know I have to take this slow and make this perfect for her.
I can’t mess this up.
I can’t.
Then my own breathing starts to meet her pace as our eyes lock, and I slide my pants down my legs to step out of them. When I’m left in my black boxer briefs, I climb onto the bed to settle between Aria’s legs.
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Aria
My breathing is coming out erratically as Dane climbs onto the bed to settle between my legs. He’s on his knees when he grabs both my thighs and drags me down to him. I gasp at the way he effortlessly and dominantly shifts me, and it makes me so incredibly turned on and nervous all at the same time. Dane lifts one of my bent knees and trails light kisses from my knee up the inside of my thigh. The contrast of the feel of his scruff against my soft skin sends my mind into a delicious spiral, and I start to tremble as he nears the apex of my thigh. But Dane pauses just before and hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties to gradually drag them down my legs, his fingertips leaving goosebumps with each brush across my skin. I bite my lip as I move my legs to help him get my panties off, and once they’re on the floor, he bends to start trailing light kisses up over my stomach, between my breasts, and up my neck.
I grab the back of his neck to bring him in for a searing kiss, and I eagerly open my mouth for Dane to massage my tongue with his own. Dane removes his lips from mine, kissing down my chin and neck until he gets to the top of my breast. He pulls down a bra cup to expose one breast and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
I gasp in response when Dane starts to swirl his tongue around the taut bud, then gently bites down on it. “Mmm,” I moan, my head leaning further back into the mattress.
I feel Dane smile in victory against my breast, and then he slowly moves his lips downward over my stomach until he’s hovering over my sex. Without hesitation, Dane picks up one of my thighs to drape it over his shoulder, and once I feel his tongue touch my entrance, I cry out.
He drags his tongue upward to swirl around my clit and then sucks on it slowly. I arch my back as his warm, wet tongue works my bundle of nerves, and with one thigh still draped over his shoulder, he lays his palm flat against my other thigh to spread me out more to him.
My hand goes into his hair so my fingers can thread through it as he continues eating me out, and Dane instinctively reaches for my hand to gently interlock our fingers together. Even though his mouth and tongue are touching the most private part of me, holding his hand in this moment seems like the most intimate gesture of all. It’s like we’re saying we’re in this together, feeling the exact same emotions at the same exact time, but no words have to be spoken between us.
With each suck on my clit, my breathing becomes more inconsistent, and I squeeze his hand as my legs start to feel a little wobbly. “Dane, I need you,” I breathe out.
Dane moves his lips to the inside of my thigh that’s curled over his shoulder and starts to place kisses there. I can feel my juices on his lips being smeared against my skin, and it’s so erotic to feel how much he pleasured me in just seconds. Dane gets up from the bed to go to his nightstand to pull a condom out and then comes back to the foot of the bed. As Dane pulls down his boxer briefs, I sit up to remove my strapless bra. We’re admiring each other as we each remove our last bit of clothing, knowing we’re about to give ourselves completely to the other, and my stomach knots into excitement just thinking about it.
Once he removes his underwear and I remove my bra, we stare at each other for several seconds in awe. Dane’s broad shoulders, and tan, chiseled chest fuel the ache between my legs even more, and when my eyes dip to his delicious “V,” I can’t help but swallow the nervous lump that forms in my throat. Dane is well endowed and thick. It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex, and I feel like I’m a virgin again as I stare at his size.
Dane notices my fear, so he climbs on the bed with one knee and reaches to cup the back of my neck, planting kisses down my throat to one of my breasts. He latches his hot mouth onto my hard nipple again and starts sucking, then flicks his tongue back and forth over it. I’m so incredibly aroused that I surrender to his touch, and I’m no longer focused on Dane’s size, but concentrated on how much more I want him to do to me.
What I need him to do to me.
Dane trails kisses back up the side of my neck, and when he reaches underneath my chin he whispers, “Lay down for me.”
I lay flat on my back with my knees bent, and Dane is on his knees in between my legs as he rolls the condom onto his length. I hold my breath for a moment as I watch him, knowing I’m at his full mercy and he’s about to be inside me, filling me in a way I so desperately need.
It’s such a rush.
Dane palms the backside of my knee to lift my foot off the bed, opening me wider for him. His other hand grips his cock to slide it over my entrance in an “up and down” motion, and the sensation of his cock gliding easily across my wet folds makes my head whirl. I gasp as he repeats the movement again, and flickers of heat go off throughout my entire body.
I ache for more of him.
As much as he’ll give me.
And however much I can take.
I feel Dane position himself at my entrance, and we both stare at each other as he slowly slides inside me. Both our mouths slightly part as we look into each other’s eyes, silently communicating how perfect it feels to be connected in the most intimate way we can be.
Like we’ve been waiting to do this.
