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I slowly run my fingertips up his neck to caress his jaw. He turns toward me, cupping my ass to pull my body against his, and I slip my tongue through his lips with a little moan of satisfaction.
Our kisses are long and slow and blistering hot as we strip off our clothes, our mouths unable to part for more than a second or two. God, why is it like this with him? So intense and all consuming. His touch is all I can think about.
His thoughts seem to be similar when we break the kiss, and he catches my earlobe between his lips. “I’ve never struggled so hard to keep my hands off someone.”
“I love your hands on me. Your fingers…”
“Yeah, is that what you want?” he murmurs, his hand slowly descending. “My fingers?”
Heat bursts across my skin, my only response a small shuddery breath.
“I’m going to need an answer, Calliope,” he teases, running his fingertips over my inner thigh. “Do you want to come on my fingers?”
“Yes,” I breathe, closing my eyes in preparation.
One gentle sweep of his finger reveals how he’s affected me. “You’re so wet already.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
His chuckle is low before he orders, “Look at me.” The firm edge to his voice is so fucking hot. The way he watches my face as he slides two fingers deep inside me has my cheeks set on fire. It makes me feel so vulnerable. The involuntary groan I let out brings a wicked smile to his lips.
“They’ll hear us,” I whisper, remembering his parents are right down the hall.
“You’ll have to be quieter then.” He strokes his fingers in and out, finding that perfect spot that has my head falling back, my eyes closing.
It’s hard to stay quiet, especially when his thumb joins in, stroking over my clit. His lips close over my nipple and the pleasure of it all has me writhing under his touch. As the feeling grows overwhelming, I fold into him with a whimper, “Arlow.”
His deep voice croons softly in my ear. “I know, darling.”
The sharp orgasm hits me so suddenly that I press my mouth to his shoulder, trying desperately not to cry out. His rumbling curse seems to reach my ear from the far end of a tunnel.
It isn’t until I recover some of my senses that I realize why he made that sound. The little indentions on his skin send heat straight to my cheeks. I can’t believe I bit him.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”
“Don’t you fuckingdareapologize,” he growls. In a matter of seconds, he rolls me onto my back, wraps one of my legs around him and thrusts his cock in deep. My hands grasp at his back from the sudden invasion and the firm strokes that quickly follow, while his kiss captures my euphoric moans.
He’s wild, unleashed. His mouth travels from mine to my neck and back again, devouring me. His large hand grips my ass tightly, lifting me off the bed to pull me toward him as he fucks me. He’s everywhere. All hands and tongue and driving cock. I’m drowning in him with no desire to save myself.
It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build again, and he fists my hair, tilting my head back to look at him without missing a stroke. “You’re getting ready to come. It feels so fucking good.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my body inching toward the edge that I know is going to be a steep fall. “Oh, harder.”
His eyes blaze, and he grabs my hands and pins them above my head. I wrap both of my legs around him, holding on to him the only way I can as he drives into me.
His lips land on mine just in time. The pleasure takes over, shoving me out of my head and into a blissful fog, the spasms going on for what feels like forever. By the time I’ve regained control, he’s lost his.
He releases my hands and grabs my hips, roughly pulling me onto his cock hard and fast. His ravenous expression reaches into my chest and squeezes the air from my lungs. The intense look in his eyes, fervent and primal as he pounds into me, stuns me into silence while I watch him lose control.
Nothing better than this can exist in the world. His thrusts become erratic, vulnerability seeping into his eyes as he’s overtaken. He buries his cock deep, coming inside me with a low gravelly moan.
After a moment, he lowers his body on top of mine without pulling out and plants a kiss on my neck. He keeps his face hidden there as I run my hands over his damp back while we catch our breath.
Fucking hell, I’ll chomp on him like a zombie next time.
The man fucked me into a coma, apparently, because it’s nearly noon when I wake. The bed is empty, and the house is stone silent. My body aches as I get dressed, reminding me of the incredible night we had. Sex has never been like that with anyone else. I love the way he can go from sweet and softly passionate to rough and untamed.
The guest room door is open, and the bed stripped. New sheets sit folded on top, waiting to be put on. I wander downstairs to see what everyone is doing. Arlow sits on the couch, wearing jeans and a soft looking sweater, his bare feetpropped on the ottoman. He grins up at me over the sketch pad in his lap. “Good morning, sleepy.”
