“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.
“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.