This chapter contains sexual content
Aria walks into my room, closing the door behind her. She smiles at me as I lay on my bed, sprawling my arms out beside me. "Today was fun." I hear her say, and I roll my eyes. "What? Didn't you have fun?" She teasinlgy asks, sitting next to my legs on the bed. I chuckle sarcastically.
"Of course I had so much fun watching you talking to other men." I roll my eyes, and Aria lays on her stomach next to me, running her fingers softly through my hair.
"Jealousy isn't a good look on you, honey." She grins, and I look up at her as she stares down at me. My eyes flicker all over her gorgeous face, and I can't help but admire her beauty.
"It isn't a good look on you, either." I shrug my shoulders. "Why do you hate Amelia so much?" I asked her, circling my arm around her back and running my hand down her spine. She rolls her eyes.
"When she first met you, she wanted to fuck you, so bad. It was annoying seeing her flirt with you all day. She didn't even leave your side." Aria mumbles, and I can't help but grin at the frustrated expression on her face and the way her eyebrows scrunched in annoyance.
"If it makes you feel better, I didn't even give her a second glance. I was only thinking about you." I tell her, and her features instantly transform. There's suddenly a huge grin on her face and I can't help but run my fingers over her cheek and across her jaw, softly.
"That does make me feel better." She flings her leg over my body. "Just a little." She scrunches her nose, and I laugh before gripping the bottom of her neck, slowly lowering her head to kiss her. She sighs into it, her hand cupping my cheek. I slip my tongue into her mouth, my grip on her neck tightening as I pull her closer to me.
I slowly lift myself off of the bed, lowering Aria onto the covers before resting myself in-between her legs, pressing my throbbing heat against her. She moans softly as she curls her arms around my neck, running her fingers through my hair. I hold myself up using my elbows and I circle my hips, trying to cause some friction.
Aria digs her nails into my shoulder blades, and I kiss her deeper. My fingers grip the bottom of her crop top and I lift it over her head, throwing it off the bed. My lips drag down her jaw and her neck, leaving puckered kisses in their wake. I tug my tongue over her nipple, twisting it in-between two fingers, and Aria's moan shoots down my spine, sending tingles all around my body.
"Jacob." She moans, her fingers squeezing around my hair, releasing a low groan from my throat. I curse against her skin, my lips dragging down her toned stomach and my fingers fumble with the buttons of the white pants she wore, pulling down the zip just as Aria lifts her hips, letting my drag her pants down her smooth, long legs.
My hands caress her soft skin and I kiss her ankle, travelling up until I reach her inner thigh. A desperate, needy whimper leaves Aria's lips, and I grin before curling my hands around her legs and pulling her closer to me, spreading her legs before I drag my tongue across her. She gasps and moans, her fingers squeezing my hair. I kiss her clit, my tongue digging deeper into her as her hips twist around my mouth.
My eyes squeeze shut and I tighten my grip on her thighs as I flick my tongue over her heat repeatedly, and her desperate moans travel straight to my dick. She grips the duvet, and I look up at her just as her mouth falls open and her eyes close and I grin against her skin.
"I'm gonna-" Aria gasps when my teeth grazes her clit, and her moans turn to high-pitched squeaks as her hips buck and she spills all over my mouth. I lick her clean, swallowing the taste of her, my mouth parting. I pull myself up as Aria catches her breath, her hands on the back of my neck.
"How was that?" I grin, and she smiles lazily.
"I want more." She mumbles, leaning up and kissing me desperately. She grips the back of my shirt and pulls it over my body. I sit up and pull down my joggers with my boxers, just as Aria reaches out and runs her fingers down the length of me. I groan and lift my head to the ceiling, my eyes closing out of pleasure.
I look back down at Aria just as she bites her lip, her hands on my waist as she pulls me back down on top of her, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. "You're such a tease." I mumble, chuckling. Aria giggles against my skin, her hands curling around my back and her nails drag down my back as she squeezes my ass.
Her teeth bite down on my skin before she licks away the sting. I reach down and part her legs, teasing her clit a little with my thumb and forefinger before slowly guiding myself into her. She gasps into my mouth, and my spare hand is gripping her chin as I sloppily kiss her, pushing further into her.
Aria grits her teeth, her head rolling back as she runs her fingers through my hair. This is our first time having sex with each other after two years, where we're both sober. I don't remember much about our drunken mistake, but I plan on engraving this moment into my brain and my skin and her skin.
I push out before thrusting into her once more, biting into the skin of her neck. Aria moans softly, wrapping her legs around my waist, making me hit her deeper. A desperate groan leaves my throat as I roll my hips against hers, and Aria's nails drag across my shoulder blades. I tilt her chin up, my face buried in her neck as I kiss and bite and lick her skin.
"Harder." She murmers, and I press my knees into the bed and I push harder into her, using all my energy to thrust into Aria's pussy. She looks beautiful underneath me, and I can't help but admire her as I stare down at her. Her mouth was slightly parted and she reaches down, pulling the duvet over us. Darkness erupts us, but it feels so much more intimate than being out in the open.
I pull the covers underneath her body, cacooning us into the confined space as our bodies press together and I push as hard as I can in and out of her. Our moans of pleasure mixed in with the sound of skin slapping against each other, and I kiss her desperately.
"You're mine." I whisper against her lips, and I feel her numbly nodding her head.
"I'm yours." She whispers, and it feels like everything is alright in the world.
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