“Really?” She raises a brow. “Because you complain every night about my pillows.”
“No, I complain about the excessive amount of pillows you have that you don’t even use.”
“Whatever,” she mumbles, and I smile. Honestly, I wouldn’t have even suggested we stay at my place tonight, but Anna is dropping Olivia off early. I wanted to be on neutral ground the first time she officially met Aria. I just hope the two of them meeting doesn’t blow up in my face.
“So this is it,” I say as I park in my driveway, and I turn to watch her eyes scan the small yard and cream house with black shutters.
“It’s cute.” Her eyes meet mine as she smiles. “And your neighborhood is adorable.”
“I think that was the exact listing the realtor wrote up for this place,” I reply, listening to her laugh as she unhooks her belt.
“Is that why you bought it, because they used words like cute and adorable?” she teases with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes.
“Yep, well… that, and it’s located right between Olivia’s school and my parents’ house, which makes things easier the weeks I have her.”
“That makes sense.” She opens her door when I do, and I meet her at the hood of my truck after grabbing her bag from the backseat. As we reach my small concrete porch, I let go of her hand and let us in, then drop her bag on the coffee table. She walks around the small living room that is cut off from the kitchen by a half wall, looking at the framed photos on the walls, mostly pictures of Olivia, with a few of my parents and sister and friends mixed in.
“It’s not much,” I murmur, running a hand through my hair when she doesn’t say anything. I know her and know she’s nonjudgmental, but the house she grew up in is about a million times bigger than this place, and her house now is twice the size with a few acres. Could I afford more than this? Probably, but I’d rather spend money on a really nice vacation every year and have money in the bank just in case something comes up.
“I love it. It’s cozy.” She turns to face me, and I close the distance between us, then I listen to her laugh as I walk her backward toward the couch and fall down on top of her, placing one of my knees between her legs.
“Cozy, huh?” I ask against her smiling lips.
“Very cozy… and warm.” She moves her hands up to my shoulders where I feel her nails dig into my skin through the long-sleeved thermal I’m wearing.
“Warm is good.” I brush my lips against hers.
“Warm is very good,” she agrees as her fingers slide up around my neck and into the back of my hair. Slanting my head to the side, I nibble her bottom lip, then kiss along her cheek to her ear, hearing her gasp, which makes my dick throb against the zipper of my jeans. Fuck, I just had her an hour ago and I want her again. Then again, I’ve realized I will never have enough of her.
“You haven’t seen the best room in the house yet.” I nip her earlobe, and she lifts her hips, causing the heat of her pussy to rub against my thigh.
“The kitchen?” she pants, and I grin against her neck before sucking her skin between my lips, then licking over it.
“The master bedroom.”
“I definitely need to see that room.” She rubs herself against my leg, and I kiss her softly before pushing off the couch and pulling her up with me.
Without another word, I lead her through the kitchen to the master, and I don’t give her a chance to look around. I tug her sweater up over her head and toss it to the ground while her hands move up my abs under my shirt, and I lift my arms so she can help me pull it off. When we are both shirtless, I reach behind her and unclasp her bra with one snap of my fingers, then watch the thin material fall from her shoulders before she lets it drop to the floor. I don’t even hesitate to cup both her breasts in my hands, feeling her nipples harden against my palms. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” She is beautiful. Everything about her is perfect, from her luscious curves, to the tips of her breast that turn from peach to the perfect shade of rose-pink when they get tight, and the weight that fits just right in my hands.
I love her body.
I love how soft every inch of her is when she’s under me.
I love her.
“Tide.” Her fingers curve around my waist, and I lean in, taking her mouth in a deep kiss while urging her back onto the bed. Once her head hits the pillow, I pull away and stand up to kick off my boots, watching her bend her knees and cover her breasts.
“Don’t hide yourself, baby,” I say gently, and she licks her lips, looking nervous and unsure. “I love your body. I love everything about you.” Her eyes scan mine, then her legs fall slightly apart, and her hands slide to her waist. As my eyes lick over her, I make quick work of taking off my jeans and boxers, then put one knee in the bed and grasp her ankle. Settled between her legs, I wrap her leg around my hip, then lean down to suck her bottom lip between mine before letting it go with a pop.
“Tide.”
“I’m starting to get the feeling you don’t understand how obsessed I am with your body, baby.”
“I’m all lumpy.”
I laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement and bury my face in her neck.
“Don’t laugh at me.” She slaps my back.
I lean back and grasp her hand, then wrap it around my dick that is rock-hard and throbbing. “Baby, I fucked you not even two hours ago and can’t wait to be inside you again. Your body is fucking gorgeous. Every inch of you is the shit wet dreams are made of.” I use her hand to pump me up and down twice as my jaw clenches. “You’re perfect; every inch of you is.”
“I’m not,” she moans as I kiss my way down her body, stopping at her breasts, licking and nipping her hard nipples while she locks onto my hair. My dick throbs as my fingers delve between her legs, finding her soaking wet.
“You are.” I bite her inner thigh, sliding one finger then two inside her.
“Look at me, Aria.” It takes a second for her to focus on me, and when she does, I lower my face and lick up her center, swirling my tongue around her clit. Her fingers still in my hair, tug, and then push me forward like she doesn’t know if she wants me to stop or continue. Once her walls start to clamp down around my fingers still pumping inside her, I suck her clit, and her thighs tighten and shake before she goes limp. Placing one last kiss to her clit, I climb up the bed between her legs. “You okay?”
“No… yes.” She laughs, grasping my ass, and my cock bumps against her wetness. I take her hands and pull them up over her head, then surge inside her in one swift thrust. Her gasp matches my groan as I settle in her hot, wet heat.
“Fuck.” My heart pounds and my jaw clenches. There is nothing better than being inside her.
“Oh God, Tide,” she whimpers, wiggling her hips and urging me to move, and I pull back, only to thrust into her harder.
I roll quickly to my back and grab her waist while her hands settle against my chest, her hair making a curtain around us. “Ride me, Aria.”
Her breath hitches as her hips roll, and I urge her on, lifting my hips every time she slides down. Watching her, with her head back, her hair wild, her breast swaying, and her hips swiveling, I fight the urge to come. Before her, I thought I knew what beauty was. I had no idea. Watching her use me to chase the orgasm she’s desperate for is beyond beautiful.