She's The One(Ariana/You)

Questioning

Y/n's POV:

A warm soft pressure flitters across my neck, lingering at some spots for an extra second. The feeling slowly rouses me from my sleep, a quiet sigh slipping from my lips as I wake up.

Slipping back into reality allows me to understand what's happening.

Ariana's kisses trail down to my chest, peppering over my heart softly. The sensation brings a light smile to my face, that's quickly replaced with a tingly feeling as her hands drag down my sides, nails scrapping my skin as she rolls her hips to grind against me.

My morning wood slightly twitches in response to her actions and I bite my lip. I feel her smirk against my skin as I place my hands on her hips.

"Just didn't get enough last night huh?" I teasingly ask, my voice raspy from sleep.

Her teeth dig into the skin on my neck and she shakes her head." Nope. I went two months without it, you can't really think one night was enough."

I chuckle softly and raise my eyebrow at her." Without it or without me?"

She lifts her head and looks into my eyes, fingers trailing down my abdomen to the top of my boxers," if I don't say you, do I still get it?" She licks her lips, sliding down my waist a little and slipping her fingers into my boxers.

"You sound so deprived, what kind of partner would I be if I didn't give you what you want?" I ask rhetorically.

In reply, she kisses me so passionately but still pretty quick, then she slips down my body. Her fingers hook around my boxers and she pulls them down with her. I lift my hips, letting her remove them.

When she ever so gently wraps her hand around my dick, dipping her tongue out to lick my tip, I smirk." Don't tell me you're gonna be the only one havin all the fun."

Her eyes rise to mine, that questioning look in her eyes. I nod and she does an excited little wiggle. Sitting up, she quickly shreds the only article of clothing of she's wearing, then crawls up the bed.

The smooth skin of her thighs settle beside both sides of my head and I softly kiss both her thighs, raising my gaze to the absolutely drenched sight of her pussy. I lick my lips and grab her waist, pulling her down some more.

"Wait Y/n, you're not even hard yet." She practically whines.

"I'm hard enough." I reply before pulling her down completely.

I don't even try to suppress the moan that builds up at the taste of her. But it's immediately drowned out by the long loud one she let's out. I smirk against her heat, sliding my hands down to grip her thighs, holding her in place as I eat her out.

My focus on her is broken a little as I feel her tongue slowly teasing the tip of my dick. I wasn't lying when I said I was hard enough. Pleasuring Ariana has always brought me pleasure and that hasn't changed.

Another moan leaves my lips, sounding right against her as I start my actions back up.

We seemingly start a little competition, Ariana taking my member into her mouth and matching the pace in which I eat her out. My goal is to always make her cum first but that appears to be her goal as well.

Every time I go faster she does too, moans and continuous sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls.

Slowly pulling my tongue from her heat, I suck her clit into my mouth. She grounds her hips down, nails digging into my thighs as hers start to quiver.

With that tell tale sign that she's close, I move my hand up her inner thigh and easily slip my fingers inside of her. A few curls of my fingers against her walls and she's cumming.