Page 91 of Hunt for the Roses
I place my palms on the tops of her thighs, kneading the skin there to control my urge to lay her down on the hood of my car, and fuck her until she’s screaming my name over and over. I take one hand to bunch up her skirt so I can watch her encompass me in her warmth, and I have to bite my own lip when I see her bare pussy leave a shiny, glistening trail along my cock.
Then I feel Aria’s hand hover against the back of mine at her skirt. “Dane, please. I need to feel you,” Aria whispers.
I grip her hips to bring her forward, halting her movements, and Aria gasps as she steadies her palms on my shoulders. “By the looks of it, you’re feeling me nice and deep, so what else do you need?”
“I want it to feel like every time you’ve been inside of me,” she breathes desperately.
“How did it feel?” I ask as I look up into her eyes.
Aria closes her eyes and gently nudges her forehead with mine. “Like you were making love to me,” she whispers.
Her words revive me.
I feel my boiling anger lower to a simmer as we hold each other’s gaze. I needed this validation more than I needed air, and it feels like my strength has been renewed inside of me. Even if it’s temporary, I know for certain that at this moment, I’m the only person she wants.
I’m the only one sheneeds.
I slide my palms from her hips to her ass cheeks under her skirt and start to gently push her back and forth over me. Aria gasps as her forehead rests against mine, and I feel her fingers tighten in my hair at the back of my head. I tilt my head up to meet her lips, and Aria greedily takes my invitation as our mouths mold together, breaths mingling in between kisses as our pleasure climbs higher and higher.
I move my hands back up to Aria’s hips, grasping her firmly and rocking her at a faster pace on top of me. I’m moving her feverishly, needing to make her come, and chasing my own climax at the same time. Following my lead, Aria starts working her hips hurriedly, and it’s like we’re racing against time.
Even though we aren’t saying it, we both know our time together is fragile and our circumstances are far from perfect. There are so many unknowns to tackle when we come out of this trance we’re in, but we’re seizing the moment. We know what we feel in our hearts, and if we get to express our feelings for a single moment as beautiful as this one, that could be enough for us.
Because our story isn’t being written on crisp, white paper.
No.
Our story is written on crumpled pieces of paper with stains.
Our story was tainted before it was written.
Our bodies move frantically, and our lips hover against one another in desperate pants, trying to fill oxygen into each other’s lungs with each thrilling connection of our bodies. Our movements are a mixture ofneedandhope.Need to let go of everything that holds us back and hope that we can come out of this alive. We’re trying to take back the pen and re-write this ending. It’s like we’re the characters who have to endure the journey and fate that’s already been planned for us. Because sadly enough, we aren’t the authors of this story.
Our story was written for us.
“Come for me. I need to see you come,” I breathe against her lips as my palms snake around to her ass, massaging her soft skin as I rock her to ecstasy.
“Come with me,” she says breathlessly.
I peel my forehead from Aria’s just enough to look up into her eyes, and time freezes. I see Aria’s beautiful brown eyes staring back into mine as her dark, loose waves cascade over one shoulder, exposing her long, elegant neck on the other side. Above her, I see the indigo, starlit sky, like a halo around her form.
I take one of her hands from the back of my neck and place it over my heart, resting my own on top of hers. Then I cup the side of her face with my other hand, surrendering complete control to her. Aria pants against my lips as she moves her hips on her own accord, and I nod my head in encouragement as I breathe against her lips. “That’s it, take what you want from me. Ride my cock like you own every fucking inch of it.”
“Dane,” Aria pants. I feel Aria’s legs start to quiver around me, and her whole body tightens with her pending orgasm, and I know she’s going to crumble any second.
I press my palm into her hand at my heart. “Tell me I stand a chance,” I rasp.
Aria nods her head as her shallow breaths knot with my own. “Yes,” she chants as her hips move faster, and I pull her forehead to mine as a slow rising pressure starts to brew within me.
“Break us, Aria. Break us so we can assemble the pieces right this time,” I whisper. I feel her hand snake from around the back of my neck to cup the side of my face, and her gentle touch unravels the both of us as she tightens around me, and I pour myself into her.
All of me.
She has a hold of my heart, and it’s like I’m giving it to her in this single, precious moment. We’re looking into each other’s eyes as our bodies jerk in-step with one another. Like two bodies molding into one, feeling every crevice of the same exact feeling, at the same precise second.
It’s complete and utter oblivion.
We’re making love to each other.
