stuck with you

one

Author's Note: This chapter contains sexual themes.

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Ariana giggled as her boyfriend spun her around in a circle. There was currently a power outage so they'd been goofing off all night and just enjoying each others' company.

She didn't think she'd ever find a love like this, not after she and Pete broke up and not after she lost Mac. She didn't know how to accept love after that loss. Even though she'd been with Pete, Mac still had her heart the whole time. And he still does.

But the difference is, she told Dalton from the get-go that she's still in love with her angel and she didn't know how to explain it, but Dalton would have her full loyalty. And he was the first person to understand and tell her that her heart would always be with Mac, but he knows she loves him.

And when she wakes up screaming because she had a dream about her beloved Mac, he doesn't tell her to calm down and go back to sleep.

He holds her and rubs her back and tells her it was just a dream and that she was okay. He tells her that Mac is watching down on her and keeping her safe. He tells her that it's okay to cry it out and still be sad.

And that was how Ariana fell more and more in love with Dalton every day.

Dalton pulled her to him, placing his finger under her chin to tilt her head and leaned down to kiss her lips as she stood on her tiptoes, leaning into him as her arms wrapped around his lower waist (because she was too short for her arms to go elsewhere).

"I love you," Dalton whispered, kissing her nose.

Ariana giggled and let out a small sigh. "I love you too," she said as he pulled her into his lap on an oversized chair. "This is the first time we've been able to be at home together and both still be awake in a while," she said, kissing his neck.

"Yeah. I can't sell houses if there's no electricity."

"It's almost eleven at night, you don't show this late anyways."

"Shut up," he said with a small laugh as he gently tickled her rib cage.

Ariana laughed and nudged him by rolling her hips forward, in an attempt to make him stop --- which it did, but it also made her stop short because it aroused both of them so quickly. She let out a small giggle and laced her fingers with his. "That fast, huh?"

"You're the one that did it," Dalton laughed.

"You're the one that grew."

"Then do something about it, don't leave a man hanging."

"Honey, you 'hang' whether you're horny or not," Ariana said as she kissed his neck and rolled her hips again. "Are you happy now?"

"Only if you keep that up."

Ariana continued rocking her hips in his lap, finally getting to the point that made her whisper soft moans.

They continued grinding into each other for a while until Dalton moved them to the floor (because it was closer than the couch).

Their shirts were taken off slowly, his pants and boxers swiftly, and her panties almost so fast you wouldn't have seen them fly across the room.

I'm gonna have to remember to find those before Mom and Frankie come over tomorrow, Ariana thought before pulling her attention back to the task at hand.

Dalton had switched their positions; he was on top now, she was laying on the floor (on a fluffy rug thank goodness because carpet burn isn't pleasing to the body or the eye).

His hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him before licking his middle finger and going under her skirt to dip it into her sex, just to see if she was wet enough. She wasn't, but she would be in a few moments.

He inserted his ring finger into her and slowly pumped them in and out of her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.

Ariana ran her hand through his hair, letting out the softest of moans as her hips rocked with the motion of his fingers. "Mm..."

His trail of kisses leads to her chest, kissing between her breasts before gently running his tongue over her nipple.

If she was honest, she liked it when they did things slowly. Sometimes she was all about the fast, rough sex but she enjoyed the cute, romantic, slow sex too.

Dalton's lips wrapped around her nipple and he sucked at her breast, flicking his tongue over her now and then. His fingers curled into her, rubbing at her g-spot slowly as his thumb caressed her clit.

"Ooh..." she whispered.

After a few moments, he removed his hand from her and sat back up, tugging her skirt off of her, leaving her completely naked. He spread her legs and slowly inserted himself into her, earning a soft moan from her. He was agonizingly slow at first, but once he knew her body adjusted to him he went a tad bit faster, keeping a slow and steady pace as he leaned down and kissed her lips.

Ariana's hips moved with his, one hand resting on his back while the other played with his hair - a habit of hers.

Their bodies were close together, molded with each other as they slowly ground against each other.

A whimper left her lips, her breathing getting a bit heavier. "I'm so close, baby..."

And those were the words that made Dalton make stronger motions. Not faster, just a bit rougher so he wasn't dragging out her needs. A few rough pumps and he felt his own peak starting.

Less than a minute later, Ariana gasped, her nails digging into his back. And a few seconds after that, they both let out a moan signaling their simultaneous orgasms.

It didn't happen often that they came together. One usually finished a few minutes before the other. But when they finished together, it made it better.

Once the waves of pleasure subsided, their hips stopped moving, but Dalton remained inside of her so her body could relax before he retracted.

Ariana gave him a smile, kissing his chin as she breathed heavily from the pleasure she just experienced. "Thank you," she said quietly.