The Build Up (44)

“So, you want to play?” I asked, looking into her big brown eyes.

Ari’s long black eyelashes fluttered as she bit her full bottom lip, which still had traces of coral colored lipstick.

“Of course, I want to play. But this isn’t about to be a game, is it?”

“Oh. It’s definitely not a game, Ms. James.”

I slid my hands underneath her torso and moved them to the clasps at the back of her bra. I unhooked the bra, slowly removing it as her ample breasts spilled out. Her areolas were dark brown against the honey brown of her skin, with nipples the shape of chocolate kisses. They instantly made my mouth water, and I had to take one into my mouth. I gently leaned down and sucked, running the rough pad of my tongue over her nipples over and over until they were stiff peaks. I pulled one nipple slightly between my teeth before sucking it all over again. Ari squirmed underneath me and moaned. I positioned myself firmly over her. I felt her nails gently dig into my shoulders as I alternated between each breast with my mouth.

“Jesus, Porter.” Ari’s voice broke as she tried to gather herself. Her back arched as I lifted her breast and ran my tongue at the spot where her breast and torso met.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, looking up at her as my hands massaged her, my fingers gently pinching the hardened coffee beans that were her nipples.

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” Ari responded, moaning each word, each syllable, softly.

I moved from her breasts down to her stomach, placing butterfly kisses all over every inch, in between every curve. Lingering my tongue around her navel made her back arch further. I could feel her underneath, her stomach muscles tensing. It was as if she was restraining herself, limiting her enjoyment of pleasure.

“No, don’t do that...” I whispered, looking up at her with my head positioned at the top of her panty line.

“Do what?”

“Don’t hold back with me. Let go with me. Let it all go.”

Instantly I felt her abdomen relax, the tension subsiding. I moved my lips down, tasting small beads of sweet sweat on her skin. My hands, nervous and anxious, pulled her panties down. Ari lifted her hips up to allow me to get them totally off. I looked at her, totally naked. She had a slight landing strip of hair on her otherwise clean-shaven pussy. Not knowing what to expect, the sight of her pussy, glistening with wetness, made me ravenous for her.

I took my fingers and parted her wet folds, moving my fingers slowly inside her and slightly over her taut clit. Slipping one finger inside, I teased her G-spot as my thumb circled her clitoris. Ari moaned, fisting the sheets of the bed. I removed my drenched fingers, slowly placing each digit in my mouth. Her intake of sharp breath at the sight of me licking her taste off my fingers made me want to have a deeper, more fulfilling drink of her.

I bent my head down and lapped my tongue on her plump little clit. I moved in small, quick circles, alternating my tongue between her wet slit and her exposed bud. When I could feel her legs begin to clamp down, I pushed back, using my hands to expose more of her clit from underneath its hood, moaning and sucking faster, deeper. I could feel Ari take her hands to my head and bury me in her. If I was going to suffocate and die, dammit, it would be worth it.

“Fuck, Porter. Fuck!” she yelled with primal yearning. I would not stop until she came, tasting her juices flowing into my mouth. And she tasted divine.

Once the wave of her orgasm passed, I kissed her, letting her taste her own arousal. She moaned in deep satisfaction. I moved off the bed to remove my boxers. My untamed erection leaped out of my shorts and was standing at curved attention. Ari looked over and immediately sat up.

“Wow,” Ari said. “I mean...damn.” As she tilted her head to the side in admiration, a coy smile crossed her face.

I smiled, feeling my cheeks flush as I looked down at my dick, then back at Ari.

“Is it to your satisfaction?”

Ari put her elbow on her knees, head in hands, and chuckled. “Hmm. Oh yeah, definitely.”

I looked around her bedroom floor for my pants to get a condom, but realized they were in the foyer. Sensing the panic on my face, Ari smiled and slowly opened the top of her nightstand. I peered inside. There was a cornucopia of condoms in every imaginable brand, size, and color, lube, a couple of vibrators (including an enormous black one), and... Were those anal beads? I raised a brow.

“Ari James, you surprise me,” I remarked under my breath as I searched for an appropriate condom.

“Well, a single woman has to be prepared,” Ari retorted. “And uhm... I’ve been single a long fucking time.”

I looked in the drawer at the rainbow assortment of condoms. (And made a mental note to ask about the anal beads.) I could have gone for a Magnum like most brothers with supposed big dick energy, but I wasn’t trying to embarrass myself. I mean, I was a well-equipped brother. I never had complaints. But I also didn’t want to seem like, well...a dick about my dick.

Before I could grab a condom, Ari sat up, dangling her thick, gorgeous legs off the side of the bed. Her thighs were touching, looking warm and inviting under the low light of the lamp. I held the blue packet in my hand and looked at Ari curiously.

“What? What is it? If you don’t want to do this...” She held up a hand and smiled slyly.

“The thing is, Porter. I believe in reciprocity. And I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”