The Build Up (43)

We stood in silence, trying not to salivate. I had imagined Ari naked thousands of times and the real thing was a lot to take in. Ari stood there, skin the color of dusk, in sky-blue lace bra and boy short with amazingly impressive calf muscles. As she turned, her ass was a firm, high peach-shaped bubble that was begging me to take a bite.

“Wow,” I said, looking her up and down. “You’re beautiful.”

“Really?” she asked. With her hair tousled and makeup dewy, Ari was the total picture of seduction.

“Yes, really. But you know that.” I turned her shoulders toward the mirror that was in the foyer. “Look at you, Ari. You’re gorgeous, girl.”

I stood behind her, my body pressed up against her still suppleness. Feeling the rigidity of my dick grazing against her backside, I wondered if she would have objected to being bent over and fucked in her foyer. But I didn’t want her there. Not for the first time. I needed to feel her in a bed. Her bed.

I pushed her hair to one side, kissing her neck. I stared at the two of us in the mirror. In the low light of the foyer lamps, we cast an amazing glow from our two striking complexions. I was fair, muscular, and taut. She was shorter, ruddy-brown, and curvier. Perhaps to others, we looked like a bit of an odd pairing. I thought we couldn’t be more beautiful together. My breathing was heavy yet steady, the excitement building. God, this was really happening. Ari turned to face me, her back against the small table. I looked at her, deliberately not breaking our gaze. Looking at me, her hands on my chest, trailing a finger down toward the top of my boxer briefs, Ari leaned in closer.

“Do you want me, Porter? Do you still want to do this?”

I pushed a wayward, kinky coil behind her ear. “Do I want you? More than you know, sweetheart. Do you want to do this?”

Ari traced a finger against my jawline. “Yes, Porter. I do.”

With that, I lifted her in one fell swoop. Her eyes grew wide, surprised that a guy with my build could pick up a girl of significant weight so easily. I could have carried her one thousand miles if she wanted me to. Besides, I benched three hundred and fifty pounds on the regular. Ari was as light as a feather in my arms.

“Which way is your bedroom?”

Ari pointed down the hall. I carried her across the mahogany-colored floors, the coolness of the hardwood against my bare feet.

“Which door?” I asked, breathing the words into her neck.

“Left.”

The bedroom door was already open. Its centerpiece was a massive California king bed with a tufted headboard. I placed Ari in the middle of the bed. The room was dark, but I could make out Ari’s body in the shadows, illuminated by the light of the early fall moon through the window.

Ari moved up the bed and turned on the low lights of her reading lamp on her nightstand. She hurried back to the middle of the bed as if she heard me beckoning her back. The bed was a dark navy with a cream-and-navy floral comforter. Ari, lying there in her striking sky-blue bra and panties, looked like a summer sky above a field of flowers. Did this woman have any idea how goddamn beautiful she was?

Ari’s breathing was shallow. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed as she looked at me standing in front of her.

“What now?” she asked. Her hands were moving to take off her panties. I held up my hand. She froze, her eyes confused.

I leaned back, allowing my eyes to roam over Ari’s body. “Baby, stop. Let me just drink you all in. Just the sight of you like this is too much. Just let me have this moment. I may not have it again.”

I admired Ari, starting with her toenails, which were a soft pink color. Her legs were thick, smooth, and gorgeous. The low light of the room reflected her skin’s golden undertones which made her radiant. Her blue panties stopped right under her navel, and I could see faint traces of her bikini line. Her stomach wasn’t flat but round, soft and inviting, with a deep, cavernous navel. I looked at the slight stretch marks on the sides of her hips and moved my eyes up toward her breasts, which were spilling out of her bra. She had a few moles right on her rib cage, in the shape of an unknown constellation. Her deep brown areolas peeking out from the top of her bra, with an errant nipple poking through the lace, made my dick stiffen even more in my boxer briefs. Her hair, which had been a low bun, was now loose and all over the place, creating an alluring, dark halo round her face. Lines. Curves. Constellations. Peaks. Valleys. Caverns. She was a map of heavenly beauty that I had to travel.

There was a tufted upholstered bench in front of her bed. I used it for leverage as I climbed toward Ari. On my knees, I slowly spread her legs with a gentle push of my hands, cradling myself between them.

“Ari, I’m asking you again. Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said, her breath rapid and voice uneven.

I bent down, kissing her with intense thirst. It was like I had been in the desert, and she was the coldest, freshest drink of water.

I devoured her lips, sucking in her tongue hard. I slowly released her and focused on her bottom lip and bit it slowly, but firmly. Ari let out a satisfied moan. I could feel the sticky barrier between my dick and my briefs. I had to get them off. But first, I had to get her off.

I kissed Ari’s neck, trailing my way down into her ample cleavage. I could taste the faintest trace of her perfume. Oranges, mangoes. Roses. She was a garden in bloom. I felt Ari’s fingers run through my hair, which was curlier and longer than usual. She twirled a single curl around her finger and tugged. Playfully, I nibbled her shoulder. She let out a low, sultry giggle. It was the sexiest laugh ever.