I glance at Aria’s packed suitcase and shake my head. “I can’t believe you were ready to leave, Ari.”
It hurts to know she’d have walked away from me. From us. Over what? A misunderstanding? It’s one I’m at least partially to blame for, but it’s nothing but a misunderstanding nonetheless.
She drops her forehead to my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I wasn’t thinking clearly… all I could think was that this couldn’t be happening to me again.”
“Well, since you’re already packed…” I say, rising to my feet. I close her suitcase and lift it. Aria’s eyes widen, a hint of panic in her expression.
“Gray,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she says, her voice breaking.
I smile at her and shake my head. “There you go, overthinking again.” I grab her hand and pull her along with me, leading her to my bedroom, her suitcase in hand. I put it down by the entrance of my wardrobe and then pull her toward my bed.
“Baby, you aren’t going anywhere. I’m going to keep you right by my side. I want you in my bed, Aria.”
So far we’ve spent every single night together, yet her stuff is still in the guestroom. It’s about time she properly moves into my room. “You’re it for me, baby. I want a whole life with you. I want your clothes next to mine, your makeup in my bathroom. I want you to have your own side of the bed, and I want to wake up to you completely disregarding that and lying on top of me instead, driving me insane.”
I thread my hands through her hair and hold her tightly. “I want every part of you, Aria. I want your wicked sharp intellect, those lips I can’t get enough of… I want your every smile, your every thought.”
She looks at me as though she’s struggling to believe what I’m saying, and I smile. “Now don’t get me wrong, I also want your body against mine. I want to sink my cock deep inside you every single day, and I want to hear you moan my name. I want all of you, Aria.”
She bites down on her lip and swallows hard as she looks up into my eyes. “Take it,” she tells me. “I’m yours. Every broken, damaged piece of me. Take it all.”
I lean in and kiss her, tightening my grip on her hair as she rises to her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Her hands roam over my body impatiently, and I smile against her lips. I love the impatience she fails to hide. I love that she wants me just as badly. Aria pushes my suit jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and I groan when her tongue tangles with mine. My movements are rough as I tug on her dress, letting go of her only long enough to pull it over her head.
“Grayson,” she moans, her fingers tugging at my shirt buttons. Within minutes we’re both in nothing but our underwear. I push Aria onto my bed and she lays back, her body on display for me. She looks stunning in her black lingerie, and I can’t wait to get it off her.
“You’re beautiful, baby.”
I rest my knee on the bed and lean over her, my lips dropping to hers. She’s panting by the time I pull away, and I smile when she whimpers. I drop my lips to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her chest, purposely teasing her with every touch.
“Take it off,” she whispers, and I tense. She’s been insecure about her breasts for a while now, but when I look into her eyes, I find none of her usual insecurity. There’s only lust.
I reach underneath her to take off her bra, and she lifts her chest up to give me easier access. My cock fucking jerks when it comes undone, and my hands tremble as I pull it away.
“Fuck,” I groan. “What the fuck have you been on about?” I murmur, cupping her perfect tear drop tits. “This is perfection, Aria.”
She moans when my tongue traces over her nipple, and I grin as I tease her. My girl is a nut job, man. How could she ever be insecure over a body as perfect as hers? She’s got curves for days.
Aria’s hands find their way into my hair, and she pulls tightly. The way she moves against me… so needy. I pull away to look at her, holding myself up on my forearms.
“Baby, I fucking need you so bad,” I murmur. “I won’t last. I can’t cope. I need your pussy.”
She looks into my eyes and nods. “I want you, Grayson. I want you so badly it hurts.”
Just hearing her say those words… Fuck.
I rise to my knees and wrap my hands around her panties. “Up,” I command, and she lifts her hips for me. I look at her as I pull the fabric down, exposing her soaking wet pussy.
I grin as I run a finger over her clit, watching the way she squirms for me. “I thought you said you needed me bad,” she says, and I chuckle as I make quick work of my boxer shorts.
I settle in between her legs and bury one hand in her hair, pulling on it. “I’m going to fuck every goddamn insecurity out of you, you hear me? By the time I’m done with you, you won’t ever wonder if I want you again.”
I keep my eyes on hers as I sink into her. The way her pussy clamps down on me is fucking insane. She’s so fucking hot, so wet. “I’ll never get enough of this pussy, Aria. You will always be the only one for me. Always.”
She moans when I thrust all the way in. “I will never leave you,” I tell her, pulling my cock almost all the way out before thrusting into her hard, giving it to her the way she likes it. “I will always want this fucking pussy. You will always be mine, Aria. Always.”
She moans and moves with me, her pants getting quicker, her moans getting higher as I fuck her with all I’ve got, watching her tits bounce with every move.
“So goddamn perfect,” I groan. She’s so fucking perfect. Her pussy is a fucking vice. I can’t last long when she looks at me like that, when her pussy feels this good.
“I fucking love you,” I tell her, and her muscles tighten around me. I groan, my forehead dropping to hers as she fucking milks me. I didn’t expect her to come on my cock like that, but I should’ve known. She’s my girl, after all. She’s fucking perfect.
