The Arrangement(27)

“We totally can,” he growled. “We’re adults and we’re married.” He wet his lips. Slowly, giving her plenty of opportunity to stop him, he lowered his mouth to hers. He kept eye contact with her as though judging her reaction. It was as close as he’d ever come to asking her for permission for anything. As their lips touched, he groaned and his eyes fluttered closed as they both sank into the kiss.

If anything, it was a thousand times better than the kiss they had shared so many years ago. She’d had enough kisses in between to truly appreciate his expertise. He started slow and soft, increasing the pressure incrementally so that she was eager for each step on their journey. He nipped her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth.

When his tongue swept into her mouth, a sharp burst of pleasure unfurled in her belly. Arching her back, she slid her fingers into his thick hair and kissed him back. Asher groaned as her tongue rubbed against his. When she sucked his tongue, his hips jerked into hers, just once as though he couldn’t help himself. They fed off each other voraciously, each constantly seeking the closest contact. Asher slid a widespread palm behind her back, molding her body to his from chest to groin.

Finally, Asher broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck. “I want you. I’m begging you, Ari. Please.”

She had no intention of saying no, but even if she had, hearing him beg in that raspy voice of his would have had her changing her mind. She wanted him, too. Maybe she always had. There had always been something volatile between them, but she hadn’t particularly liked him before.

She’d barely completed her nod than he was levering himself off her and sliding his hands beneath her cotton t-shirt. He had it over her head in one swift motion. She had no time to be shy. In the next second, he was showering her breasts with kisses even as he tossed aside the sheet and shoved her shorts and panties down to her knees.#p#分页标题#e#

He circled her nipple with his tongue before suckling. It felt so good, each tug of his lips causing a corresponding pull of pleasure between her thighs. He cupped her other breast in his hand, pinching the tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then he switched sides and started the entire process again.

Ariadne stroked his strong shoulders and muscled back. She couldn’t reach much farther than his buttocks. She pushed at the band of his pants until Asher levered himself off of her. He rolled onto his back and roughly shucked his pants. He tossed them over the side of the bed and was back on her so quick she barely had time to gasp at the size of his erection.

“Don’t worry. I’d never hurt you,” he muttered, burying his face in her breasts and then moaning around her nipple.

She decided to save that worry for later. At the moment, she couldn’t think beyond the pleasure he was giving her. He slid one hand down over her ribs. He didn’t stop his downward trajectory until his palm curved possessively over the mound of her sex. His middle finger stroked through the slick lips of her pussy. Ariadne gasped as he unerringly targeted her clit, circling, teasing, and flicking the moist flesh until she was writhing against his hand.

Asher shifted so that he was between her thighs. He pushed them wide. Spreading her pussy lips, he swirled his tongue over her clit before pulling it into his mouth and growling. Ariadne had never really cared for oral sex, but she couldn’t say that the sight of Asher’s face buried between her spread thighs didn’t turn her on. It did. And his groans told her how much he was enjoying eating her. When his tongue speared her cunt, she almost came.

He must have sensed how close she was because he rolled off her once more. He picked up his pants and pulled out his wallet. As he rifled through the contents, his gaze remained on her pussy and he licked his lips. He was terribly aroused. Even as she watched his cock seemed to throb and stretch.

She swallowed. He was huge. And though she was more experienced than when he’d first kissed her in high school, she’d never seen anything to compare to him.

“Shit,” Asher swore, interrupting her musings. He tossed down his wallet with apparent disgust. “I don’t fucking believe this. I don’t have a condom.” His head fell back onto his shoulders. He scrubbed his broad hands over his face in a rough, brisk movement, ending with his fingers yanking at his hair. Groaning, he said, “Oh, God, I’m going to die.”

Ordinarily, she would have laughed at his melodramatic reaction and maybe later she would. However, at the moment, she was struggling with her own disappointment and mounting frustration. “You didn’t pack any?”