Page 70 of Ares

“I want you while I’ve got you.”

“What do you mean?” I rasp because now she’s stroking me.

“Before we go our separate ways, I want you as many times as I can have you.”

She sinks onto my cock and begins to rock her hips.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I manage to say.

“Maybe not tonight.” She licks her lips. Her luscious pussy is drenched as she grinds slowly against me. “And maybe not tomorrow, but eventually, you’ll be gone.”

“Don’t be so sure.” She clenches me tight, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. She’s so fucking tight it’s almost too good.

“It’s just sex. It never lasts.”

Her breath is ragged. Mine is too. I’m barely capable of carrying on this conversation because the pleasure is so intense.

Christ, she rides me so good she’s got me ready to come.

My hands find her hips, and I gently guide her back and forth across my pelvis. She closes her eyes, and a look of euphoria ripples through her expression. Her pleasure is rising.

“Maybe we were too quick to label this,” I say, fighting the urge to come.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I like this.” I drop my head back. I really like this. “Let’s take it one day at a time and see what happens.”

Her hips grind to a halt as her heavy-lidded eyes search my face. After a moment, a slow smile spreads across her damp lips, and her wet pussy tightens around my cock, making me jerk beneath her.

She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes sparkle with agreement, and something passes between us.

When she starts to move again, she picks up her pace, and damn there isn’t anything sexier than this woman riding my cock.

She begins to move wildly against me, then cries out as her orgasm hits. Her throat arches, and from out of nowhere, my climax smashes into me, and I pulse violently inside her.

I grab her hips, my moan long, low, and drawn out by the mind-blowing sensation of her tight pussy milking my cock of every last drop.

I’ve never come at the same time with a woman before. Usually, I take care of business first, making sure the woman I’m inside of comes before I chase my own release. But things are different with Rory, and wild horses couldn’t have stopped that orgasm.

With a moan, she falls against me.

Before tonight, I couldn’t get out of my own way to see what was happening between us. That there’s something a little more than casual fucking involved, and instead of running from it, I feel myself being drawn toward it.

I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear.

Maybe I want terrace and bath sex more often.

Maybe I like feeling the warmth of her body curled into mine as we fall asleep.

“You’ve gone really quiet,” she says, running a cool hand over my shoulder and down my arm. A look of concern crosses her beautiful face. “What are you thinking about?”

I pull her closer. “That I really fucking like you.”

RORY

I really fucking like you.

Ares words echo in my head as I make my way through the busy departure lounge and board my flight to Boston. Walking down the aisle toward my seat, I force the image of him lying naked and hard in my bed out of my head and tell myself to get a grip.

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