“No, it’s just that . . .” I pause, playing with the bottle. “I’m thinking about my turn,” I lie.
“Let’s see, surprise me.” He leans forward again and moves closer to me, and now only the bottle separates our bodies.
“I think I’ve had enough,” I say nervously. I excuse myself, handing him the bottle. “It’s late, we should sleep.”
“Leave me the last turn, okay?”
“Okay.”
Ares looks me straight in the eye as he says, “Never have I ever wanted to kiss someone as much as I do now.”
The air leaves my lungs as he drinks. His eyes are fixed on my mouth, and he hands me the bottle. I don’t hesitate as I take a swig. In the blink of an eye, Ares is on top of me. His mouth finds mine and throws my fears out the window. His kiss is not tender; it’s rough, passionate, and I love it. His soft lips lick, suck. I can’t help but moan into his mouth and his tongue enters mine, tempting, provoking me. He tastes like tequila and strawberry gum. I grab his hair, kissing him with everything I have. I’ve missed him so much, and it’s only been a week. He could easily become my addiction.
Ares spreads my legs to get between them and let me feel him all over me. His hand goes up under the long shirt I’m wearing, caressing the back of my thighs. His fingers curl around the waistband of the boxers and he pulls them down. He moves away from my lips for a moment so he can remove them completely.
I take the opportunity to look at his beautiful face in front of mine and caress it. He closes his eyes and I raise a little on my elbows to kiss his neck slowly. I hear him sigh. His skin is so soft and smells like fancy soap.
Ares stands up and my skin feels cold from the lack of contact. He takes my hand and pulls me until I am upright in front of him. His hands grab the hem of my shirt, and he pulls it off over my head. His eyes scan every part of me, making me blush and shiver with excitement.
Ares grabs my waist and kisses me again. Feeling his naked torso against my breasts makes me let out a small moan. He pushes me onto the bed until I fall on my back, and he climbs on top of me still kissing and touching me. His restless lips leave mine and move down my neck. His tongue, as nimble as ever, licks deliciously, sending streams of desire throughout my body.
Then he goes down to attack my breasts, leaving me breathless. This is too much, I close my eyes, biting my lips. To my surprise, Ares keeps going down my stomach, and that puts me on alert.
“Ares, what are you doing?” I ask as he spreads my legs, and I tense up.
He looks up at me. “Do you trust me?”
Tell him no! You don’t trust him, do you? Like a fool in love, I nod. “Yes.”
He smiles on my skin and keeps going down. I stare up at the ceiling nervously. The moment his tongue makes contact with the spot in the middle of my legs, I arch my back, with a loud moan leaving my lips.
“Oh God!” I clutch the sheets. New sensations invade me, drowning me in pleasure.
Nothing has ever felt so good, so perfect, especially because it’s with him. Ares is claiming all my first experiences, and I like that. It makes me feel like we have a unique connection. Ares gets more aggressive with his tongue, moving it up and down and then in circles until I feel like I can’t take any more. I cover my mouth with my hand to quiet my moans.
Ares stretches out his hand to grab my wrist and pull my hand away. “No, let me hear you moan. Only I can make you lose control like this.”
I shudder, and he continues his torture until I feel like my body is going to explode. “Ares!”
His voice is deep and sexy. “Yes, like that, moan for me, beautiful.”
The orgasm that sweeps me is unprecedented. I arch my back, my hands go to his hair to push him away from there, as everything becomes very sensitive. My legs tremble, my breathing is ragged and quick. Ares stands up in front of me, licking his lips, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I can see him so clearly, his chest and defined abdomen. His eyes shining with desire. He pulls down his shorts along with his boxers, dropping them to the floor, and lets me stare at him completely naked in front of me. He is so perfect. I want to feel him, all of him.
He takes something off his nightstand, and I watch him put the condom on. I can’t wait to feel him inside me again.
He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. His hand takes my chin. “Do you want me?” I nod. “Turn around.”
I obey, and he grabs my hips and lifts me up until I’m on my hands and knees. The anticipation almost kills me as he rubs himself against me but doesn’t penetrate me.