Her tongue was swirling around the head of his dick almost hesitantly. Then she'd switch it to sucking him desperately, and the two comparisons drove him insane. He was going to fuck her. He was going to spread her legs open and watch every inch of his dick disappear inside her luscious cunt. She was a constant temptation he couldn't ignore, and even though he just fucked her against his door, he needed her with a desperate passion that terrified him. But though he was scared of where this was leading, the fear wasn't enough to make him pull back from her.
He stared at her, seeing the flare of heat in her eyes. She seemed to love doing this for him, and he groaned as her tongue found his sensitive spot underneath the head of his dick. Her mouth was a cavern of heat, and the hunger burned brighter, hotter.
The taste must have pleased her, because she whimpered as a spurt of fluid filled her. A bolt of white heat flashed down his back, forcing his dick to lengthen and harden further. His balls tightened with the urge to come, and he ground his teeth, holding it back just barely.
"Suck that cock, baby. Show me how much you need it, how much you want it."
She was devouring him, and he fought the impending explosion. He didn't want this to end. But he lost the battle when she cradled his sac as she took his dick in farther.
"Ariel!"
Her name was a haven to him, and for the first time ever he felt safe with a woman. Though they'd met under unusual circumstances, he knew this particular woman desired him, wanted to be with him simply because they had a connection worth pursuing, and as he came, pouring his seed down her throat, John knew he wouldn't and couldn't let her go.
Minutes later, he pulled his cock out and lifted her into his arms. He headed down the hall to his bedroom. Hell, dinner could wait for a few more hours.
John reheated the dinner and brought it to the bedroom on a tray. They both finished their food quickly, and John grasped the tray and placed it on the floor. He slid back into the bed and reached for her. She moved into his arms and lay across his chest. A sense of rightness fell over him, and he was once again surprised by the fierce need he felt for her.
He took her hand and held it in his. “What are you thinking about?"
She slid her hand from his and used it to prop her chin up on his chest. “How surprised I am yesterday's fantasy turned into something more."
So was he. “Pleasantly surprised, I hope?"
She smiled. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't more than pleasantly surprised. I'm trying not to think too much about where we're headed, though my nervousness always gets the best of my brain, hence the differing thoughts."
He heard the vulnerability in her voice, and it struck a chord in him. He found himself wanting to open up to her more, and it humbled him how anxious he felt at this very moment. “It might not look like it, but I know exactly how you feel. I've never had such a deep attraction to a woman before, and it's a bit nerve-racking. And though we both don't know where this will lead, I say we take the jump."
She pushed herself up to him as she pressed herself closer, and stopped when she was inches from his lips. His cock stirred at the feel of her body so close. He found himself anticipating her answer.
She kissed him softly and then replied, “I'm willing to take the jump right along with you."
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Chapter Nine
"She's probably after your money.” Sean seethed. “Your Ariel is nothing better than—"
"If you want to keep your teeth in your mouth, I suggest you stop right there,” John interrupted. “Tell me what the hell you're talking about."
Ariel froze in place, the angry voices gripping her nerves in a vise, freezing the anticipation she'd felt about seeing John again. She'd heard her name coming from behind their office door, and then a curse. Dread grew in the pit of her stomach, overwhelming her to the point of wanting to leave, and she didn't realize she was holding her breath, waiting for what would be said next. Suddenly, she needed to breathe, and she sucked in much-needed air, hoping in some way it would fortify her.
"I'm sure you'll fucking agree with what the hell I was about to call her, once you read what I found out,” Sean shouted.
John's office door was closed, but the way their voices carried on so loudly, the barrier served no purpose. Again, she thought of fleeing, leaving both of them to discuss Sean's issues with her in privacy, until she heard her name once more. And at the mere mention of it again, she couldn't force herself to leave.
"Ariel isn't who you fucking think she is. Her whole innocent facade is simply that, a way to fucking deceive us,” Sean growled. “And you won't believe what the hell was dug up. I had our private investigator reinvestigate her. There was something he'd missed the first time around, and he will no longer be working for us because of it. She was arrested for a DUI at the age of sixteen."