As I kept pace from behind, I took a free hand and stroked her clit as I worked deep inside her. The hard bud responded as did her pussy, as my hand was flooded with an ample amount of wetness. Ari’s head snapped back, and she looked back at me with raw, carnal desire in her eyes. It turned me on even more. I kept stroking her clit until she screamed and collapsed in climax. Soon after, I felt my own body shudder as I came with sweet relief.
I rolled the full condom off and grabbed a tissue from Ari’s nightstand, throwing it into the wastebasket next to the bed. Ari leaned back on her pillows, staring up at the ceiling, her hands on her chest. I eased next to her, kissing her damp shoulder, enjoying the saltiness of her skin, and pulled her closer to me. She turned to face me with a smile, taking a free hand to wipe my very sweaty brow.
“You made me put in some work, girl,” I said with a grin.
Ari’s brows bunched. “Aren’t I worth it? Besides, hard work hurt no one.”
I kissed her lips, tracing my tongue along her lush bottom lip. “You’re worth it. So worth it.”
We had fought this hunger for each other for so long. Tonight, with the passion building, we gave in. I knew as soon as my body shivered, releasing every fiber of my need for her, that this had changed everything. I couldn’t go back to being friends. This woman had woven herself in my DNA.
Ari wrapped her leg over me, staring into my eyes until we were fast asleep. I knew before I closed my eyes that this was just round one. I had to have her again before sunrise.
I wanted more of Ari. In every way.
Chapter Seventeen
Ari
The sun was peeking through my blinds, softened by the chiffon curtains. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I knew it was early. Porter’s head, his curls a bit tousled, rested on my chest and the European pillows supported my back. Even after sex, he smelled so good. Maybe even better. How the hell was that possible?
I can’t believe I’d just had sex with Porter.
I looked around my room. Condom wrappers were on the nightstand and floor. Condoms were in the wastebasket.
Correction: I had sex with Porter multiple times.
Our bodies were wrapped in sheets that were barely on the bed. Porter was sleeping like a baby in my arms. His soft breathing warmed my collarbone. I wanted to pat myself on the back and do my congratulatory “you put it on him” dance until a feeling of dread pricked at corners of my mind.
Oh. My. God. I had sex with Porter. Multiple times!
I felt his chest rise as his eyes opened. I closed my eyes quickly, so he wouldn’t suspect that I’d been staring at him most of the morning.
“Good morning, Mon Coeur,” said Porter in a very husky voice. His morning voice made something tingle deep inside me. Okay. He made my pussy tingle if I was being honest.
I opened my eyes slowly, feigning sleepiness. “Morning, Porter.” I added an exaggerated yawn for good measure. “And I’m sorry but my French is rusty.”
Porter stretched. “It means my heart. My dad called my mom that sometimes. Also, that’s the only French I know. Much to my grandmother’s dismay.”
“Oh,” I responded, surprised. Had we reached pet name level? Damn, I must have really put it on him.
Porter looked up, worry making his nose scrunch up. “That didn’t freak you out, did it?”
I smiled. “Not at all. My dad called my mom juicy. Now that I think about it, it was probably code for something dirty.” I bent down and kissed the top of his head. Porter rose up, his face meeting mine.
“Good.” He kissed me on my lips, hard and deep. He must really like me because, Jesus, I hadn’t even brushed my teeth and my morning breath had been known to make my own eyes water.
Porter got up from bed, and I watched him walk to my unfinished master bathroom. The sunlight hit his very muscular, warm fawn-colored ass just right. I giggled. He looked back at me and winked, continuing into the en suite bathroom. I tried to peek my head to see him, but from my angle on the bed, I couldn’t.
“So, what’s up with the unfinished shower?” Porter yelled out as he used the bathroom.
Ugh. Mr. George. I bit my lip, thinking of the plastic and unfinished tiles where the shower should be. Damn, had I been more decisive, we could have used that shower this morning. Together. I imagined all the hot shower sex we could have had when I heard Porter rustling with the plastic. I snapped out of it.
“Well, Mr. George, my contractor, and I are having a disagreement about what to do in that space,” I shouted back. “I have one idea and he has another.”