"Hi.” The word came out as a whisper, and she felt dizzy with need as he pulled her inside and closed the door.
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Chapter Eight
John gritted his teeth against the arousal rushing through his body as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The minute he saw her, his dick had hardened, and when he'd touched her, his blood boiled as he hauled her inside his home. He almost lost control.
She looked exquisite, even more beautiful than yesterday if that were possible. The scent of her—a lilac springtime aroma—bewitched him. He was trapped in his own thoughts of hot pulsing sex, and as soon as he'd fucked her yesterday, he'd known one time wouldn't be enough. He'd give anything to fall to his knees, press his face between her legs, and inhale her fragrance deep within him. Then again, fucking Ariel against the door of his home sounded like a fantastic idea, probably the best one he'd had in a long time. As a matter of fact, sex was definitely in the cards for this evening; he had no doubt about that.
She had blown all of his prepared plans the minute he opened the door. He'd ordered wine and Italian food, wanting sincerely to get to know everything about her, and he still did. But her being this close, and all he wanted to do was lose himself in her.
She sighed as she moved even closer to him, and surprisingly it was his back that was against the door, instead of hers. Ariel rubbed herself against him, and she gasped as he took over, surging his hips upward, wanting her to feel how hard and aroused he was for her.
A moan erupted from her trembling lips as her gaze lifted from his chest to his eyes. He stared into blue depths with flecks of green, and he was mesmerized by her, connected on a deep level. The air seemed to sizzle with their need, and he found himself struggling to maintain some sort of control.
He placed his hand on the back of her neck. “You are beautiful,” he growled before he pulled her even closer to him and plunged his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was hot, and the minty taste of her exploded within him. The kiss seemed to last forever with both of them rubbing their bodies hotly against each other. He felt her hardened nipples through her dress as if she were naked, and he pressed his cock against the softness of her stomach, causing her to moan and plaster herself as close as she could against him.
This was not the way he'd planned this evening, but helpless to stop his emotions, John reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed her dress to her waist and almost came on the spot at the feel of her bare pussy. She wore no panties, and the realization that she'd done it to for him pushed his desire to a whole other level.
The last miniscule shred of control he desperately held on to evaporated, and just as quickly as it disappeared, he turned her around so she now had her back to the door. He lifted her; then she, catching on immediately, wrapped her legs around his waist and with a bend of his knees, he plunged his cock inside her tight, wet hotness. His cock was covered with her cream, and he groaned, helpless to stop the fire for her burning in his blood. This was what he needed—this closeness to her that was so new and refreshing. He knew he'd never get enough of her.
Her legs tightened around him as her hips rose to meet his thrusts. She massaged his back, the bite of her nails making the passion stronger. He experienced every tremor, moan, and sigh from her, and it rushed through him in a flash of heat. The feel of her had him escalating to the very edge of ecstasy.
She owned him. He realized it in that very moment as he fought to hold on to the lust building higher and higher. He was hers, body and soul; whatever she wanted, for as long as she wanted. And with those realizations, John knew she was the one for him, the one he would do anything for. It humbled him and scared him at the same time. It didn't matter that he hadn't known her for very long, but there was no way he'd walk away from her.
He watched as her eyes drifted closed again, her breathing coming in short pants, and he moved his hips faster, knowing she was on the edge just as he was. And with one more push of his cock inside her, Ariel exploded around him, her pussy spasming in tiny ripples and her cream bathing his dick. He groaned her name and then came inside her, following her into a pleasure so extreme, he had to hold on to the door for fear of tumbling both of them to the floor as his knees weakened.
Minutes later, when the fuzzy pleasurable edge of sated release abated and Ariel unwound her legs, forcing him to slide his cock out and release her, the cold air hit his dick, and he realized he hadn't used a condom. He didn't exactly know how he felt about that, but anger wasn't it. He knew she was clean, but it was still an error he'd never made in his life. Because of the mandated physical his club issued, he also knew she was on the pill, but it still boggled his mind. Never before had he craved a woman so much that he'd simply forgotten protection.