Page 65 of Hacking His Code
But Ari has other plans. Her inexperienced hands frantically tug at the waistband of my pants, trying to undo the buckle of my belt.
I grab her wrists, bringing them above her head, nuzzling her neck.
“Patience,” I whisper into her ear, pinning her wrists with one hand.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment,” she replies back.
I peel away the dress from her breasts, marveling at their softness. They’re lush in size and shape, topped with two perfect rose-pink nipples I’m aching to taste.
Unable to resist, I knead a breast with my free hand, taking the nipple into my mouth and sucking gently. My other hand continues to anchor her wrists to the bed. The ragged breath she releases lets me know I’m having just the effect I want.
I give her other breast the same treatment, moving slowly, drawing out her anticipation.
“Please.” Her voice quivers when she speaks.
I move my free hand down to the sash at her waist, untying it so I can reveal the rest of her gorgeous body. She lifts her hips, allowing me to slide the garment off, leaving her in a pair of skimpy lace panties.
The scent of her sex has my cock throbbing, but there’s no way I’m going to unleash it. Not yet. It would have me racing to the finish line, and this isn’t a sprint. Her knees are glued together so tightly it would take a crowbar to pry them apart. Or perhaps a few gentle words.
“You look beautiful,” I say, but it feels like a lie because the word doesn’t do her justice. “Will you allow me to see more of you?”
All hesitation leaves her eyes, and her legs gently part the tiniest bit. I trail my hand over her stomach, between her legs, and her knees fall open. She wants to share herself with me, and that’s sexy as hell.
“I’m going to release your wrists, but you’re going to do as I say, alright?”
She nods, her lower lip firmly between her teeth.
Usually, I love letting a woman explore my body, but that will have to come later lest I spend myself in her hand. Something about Arinessa is turning me into a teenage boy with no finesse, and the last thing I want is for the encounter to be over before it really begins.
I insert a knee between Ari’s legs, then the other as I release her wrists and bring my mouth to hers. Her fingers toy with my hair, trembling as she digs through the strands. As much as I love kissing her, by now, I’m eager for more. I want to be able to make a map of her body, her scent, her taste. I want to know every part of her, inside and out.
I kiss my way from her mouth down to her breasts, taking a short detour to suck on her perfect nipples. Her every squeal delights me, letting me know she’s enjoying herself.
I continue down until my mouth meets the scrap of lace covering her mons. It hardly meets the definition of underwear, already soaked through. I pull them off, casting them aside so I can fully appreciate the slick folds of her sex.
Sure enough, she’s completely bare, leaving nothing to hinder my view. Her smell is intoxicating, and all I can think about is how badly I want to consume her.
“Hunter?” she says with a shaky voice.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to—”
“Shhh,” I silence her.
I delve my tongue deep into her pussy, licking upward towards her clit. The guttural moan she emits makes my cock throb with urgent want.
Arinessa deserves a skillful lover, someone who knows what they’re doing, and I’m determined to be that man. I don’t rush to the nuclear button. Instead, I lick close enough to keep her escalating, allowing her orgasm to simmer just beneath the surface.
“Do you like that?” I ask as I swipe my tongue against her opening, relishing the juices that flood my mouth.
She moans her response, her hands grasping desperately at my hair, my shoulders, anywhere she can grip.
Unable to hold back any longer, I bring my tongue up in a long lick, formally introducing it to the rise of her clit. She gasps with pleasure, bucking her hips gently upward, begging for more.
After a flurry of skillful maneuvers, I give a gentle suck, increasing the pressure steadily until she’s writhing beneath me. Her body twists violently, and I have to pin her hips down with my hands in order to maintain contact.
“Oh God, yes,” she pants out, and I can tell she’s close.
