Page 90 of Hunt for the Roses
Aria furrows her brows as she peels her forehead from mine. “What’s wrong?”
I swallow thickly. “Can we just talk for a minute?”
Aria slides her palms down my upper body. “I think we’ve done enough talking for tonight,” she whispers.
I lick my lips as Aria’s touch becomes harder to ignore, but I try to stay focused. “We haven’t,” I rasp. Aria looks down and reaches for the belt buckle of my jeans, and I immediately grab Aria’s wrists to halt her movements. “I’m talking to you,” I say with more assertion.
When Aria looks up at me, her eyes are laced with a blend of sadness and lust. “I need you,” she whispers.
“You need my body,” I challenge.
Aria bites her lip nervously as she looks off to the side. “For so long, I’ve felt like I’ve been suffocating. Like I’ve been chained down in an emotional prison. And after everything that happened tonight, I feel like my shackles have been wound tighter.” Aria turns her head back to look at me. “When I’m with you, I feelfree.”
I guess my grip on her wrist loosens because Aria slides her palms up over my stomach and chest until they land on my pectoral muscles. Then Aria looks up at me as her fingertips trace the flames and ashes tattooed on my right pec. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can rise from my own ashes. Like I can be a Phoenix,” she whispers as her eyes darken with a mission.
My emotional reserve breaks as she clings to me for salvation.
I grab the side of Aria’s face and pull her lips to mine in a bruising kiss, my tongue darting into her mouth to lap the words she just uttered to me.
Words that give me new meaning in this life.
Purpose.
My fingers coil tightly in her hair at the back of her head, and I yank her hair just enough to expose the length of her neck. I’m kissing and softly biting a trail down her tender skin, grazing over the sensitive flesh with my teeth, making her gasp at the sensation. “Take off your underwear,” I rasp against her neck.
My hand drops from her face as Aria raises her hips off me so she can slide her panties down to her knees. I use both hands to release my belt strap from the buckle and start to unzip my jeans as she frees each leg from her underwear. I slide my jeans and boxer briefs just low enough to release my aching cock, and Aria resumes her straddling position over me.
I keep one hand at the base of my dick as she bunches her floral mini skirt up, and when I guide myself to her slick entrance, Aria wastes no time easing down my cock in one swift movement.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I drop my forehead against her chest.
Aria’s hands wrap around my neck, and she starts to slowly rock her hips in a back-and-forth motion. I curl my fingers into the v-neckline of her black crop tank top and pull the fabric down to expose her breast to suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Mmm, yes,” Aria moans as she continues to work her hips over me in a steady rhythm.
But her moan doesn’t make me feel satisfied.
It makes me resentful.
Bitter.
As much as I want to physically please her, and as much as she’s pleasuring me, I become more aware that she’s using me for a release. I want Aria to confront what exactly this is between us and stop hiding behind her sexual appetite. I want to crack the stone wall she’s built around her heart and start removing each dense stone one by one.
Until her heart is bared to me.
I cover her breast back up and dig my fingers into her hips as I look up at her. “If you want to get off, you better ride my dick like it’s the last thing you’re gonna do,” I rasp.
Aria bites her lip as she tightens her fingers in my hair and continues rocking her hips back and forth over my dick in a gradual motion. She takes one hand from the back of my neck and places it on her clit to start rubbing herself to ecstasy.
I grab her wrist and place her hand at her side. “No.”
“Dane,” Aria whimpers.
Still holding her hand at her side, I cup the side of her face to bring our foreheads together. “You wanted my cock so bad, let’s see how well you can use it,” I whisper against her lips.
Aria holds my eyes as she releases her wrist from my grasp and leans back to place both her palms behind her on the top of my thighs to balance herself. She slightly arches her back at a better angle and starts moving her hips in an upward scooping motion.
Fuck me.
