Chapter 3

AURIELLE

All of my self restraints leaped out of my head and straight through the open windows.

This man kissed me like a drowning man, and I could tell that he wasn't holding back. My hands found his shirt and his hands found my waist, pulling me in with a certainty that made my knees genuinely unreliable.

"Touch me!" I ordered, pressing my body against him.

"All in good time." He replied and reached for his shirt. The shirt came off, then followed mine. After throwing my shirt aside, he looked down at me.

"Oh, fuck." He whispered.

I resisted the urge to cover myself with my hands. It was the old reflex speaking, the one I'd carried for years. I had never felt secure in my body and Victor had never exactly helped with that particular insecurity.

He had a way of making me feel like I was always slightly less than what he wanted. But this man looked at me like I was the best creation.

"Do you... like what you see?" I asked, half scared and half excited.

"Those nipples..." was all the man whispered back. Then he leaned down to kiss me again. My tongue teased along the seam of his mouth and he opened eagerly, letting me explore inside. Somehow, he lifted me into his arms, and my legs encircled his waist.

"Where to?" He asked. Wordlessly, I pointed towards the door of the bedroom.

The man groaned into my mouth as we stepped into the room, his hands roaming over my body. He cupped my breasts through my bra and thumbed my nipples until they hardened into peaks. Then his hands slid lower, over my stomach and hips, coming to rest on my thighs.

When I was settled, he pushed my thighs apart and approached the moist clit so ready for him.

"What do you want?" he breathed the words into my face. "Tell me exactly what you need."

I bit my lip. "I need you to touch me." I grabbed his hand and brought it to rest at the juncture between my thighs. "Here."

His eyes slowly darkened with desire. "Yes, ma'am," he teased, before pulling my panties down with his fingers.

I gasped at the invasion of his finger sliding into my dampness. My shoulders came up off the mattress and I couldn't seem to catch my next breath. He pushed in deeper, still watching my face.

"I want your mouth on me," I whispered. "I want you to lick and suck and tease me until I can't take it anymore."

"Whatever you say, beautiful." He reached between my legs and licked through my folds like a possessed man.

"Oh, damn!" I exclaimed. "Oh, that feels good."

"Mmm..." The man mumbled between my thighs.

"Don't you dare fucking stop!" I ordered him. "Right there!"

The immediate feeling was incredible and indescribable. Hot and wet and soft and hard all at once. He settled in and sucked my clit, teasing my folds, pushing his fingers into me, while making my clit pulse with each stroke of his tongue.

I moaned and lifted my hips and drove my fingers into his hair and trembled with my approaching climax.

"Don't stop," I panted, my head thrashing from side to side. "Oh God, please don't stop."

Finally, with a keen cry, he let me orgasm into a million pieces under him. When I finally came down from my high, I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a satisfied little grin.

"You should have seen your face." He teased me. "Did you like it?"

I didn't answer his question. Instead I sat up, pushing him onto his back. "My turn," I said, straddling his hips. I found one of the condoms I had bought on the bedside table, tore it open and slid it down his rock-hard length.

"Oh, you're so hard..." I whispered.

He groaned as I slowly sank down onto him. I began to move, rolling my hips in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck," he panted as his hands came up to grip my waist. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!"

The words sent a thrill through me, spurring me on. "Ride me," he commanded, and I did just that.

I rode him harder, faster, chasing another orgasm. His hands moved from my waist to my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I had never realized that sex could be this good. Sex with Victor had been mechanical, it was like having sex with a stranger. But this had everything to do with this man under me.

"Come here!" He growled, sitting up as I continued to ride him. He grabbed my hair, yanking me forward to kiss a line down my throat.

"You like that?" I whispered. "You like that, don't you...?"

Another orgasm crashed through me before I could brace for it.

"That's it," he breathed against my ear, his rhythm slowing, deepening. "Let go for me."

I couldn't have stopped it even if I wanted to. My fingers dug into whatever part of him I could reach and I just felt wave after wave, my whole body shaking apart at the seams.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice wrecked. "Gosh, you have no idea."

He pushed deeper and the words died in my throat and all I could do was hold on while he chased his own pleasure, his breathing ragged and broken against my neck until a low, gutted groan tore out of him and he buried himself.

We stayed like that. Neither of us spoke, just panting like we had run a marathon.

"Hey," he said softly after a moment, thumb stroking my waist. "You still with me?"

I wanted to say yes. But his warmth was already pulling me.

"Mm," was all I managed.

He pressed his lips to the back of my neck. That was the last thing I felt before drifting into sleep.

*******

The first thing I noticed the next morning was a solid chest pressed against my back. I opened my eyes and saw an arm thrown over my waist, and felt someone breathing at the back of my neck.

“Good morning,” I whispered. It felt so good to be held like that, that I smiled and snuggled closer to him. Then my brain turned on quickly.

With a jerk, I sat up in bed. The white sheets pooled at my waist and the events of last night came rushing back in full, unsparing detail.

Oh, fucking hell. I turned slowly.

A stranger was asleep in my bed. One of his arms was now reaching across the space I'd just vacated, with dark lashes fanned against his cheekbone, looking completely and infuriatingly peaceful.

And he was butt naked.

"OH, MY GOD!" I screamed.