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I roll the condom down as Ari stammers, “Yeah, you’re right.”
We both look down, our foreheads touching, as I line my tip up against her entrance. “Lay back.” I give her thigh a little tap and help her lay all the way back. With her feet still on the edge of the countertop, she is spread wide for me.
I kiss the inside of her knee. “You ready?” She nods. “I gotta hear it.”
“Yes. Please, Ethan. I’m ready.” She’s gripping the edge of the island, her fingers next to her feet, while I slowly feed her my dick.
“Ahhhh,” she moans. Her back automatically tries to arch, and I have to press a hand to her stomach to keep her still. I feel resistance, so I pause, circling my hips this way and that, trying to loosen her up as I slip in little by little. Finally, I slide all the way in and a violent shudder erupts through me. I quickly retract, and slide back in again.
“Are you OK?” My voice is strained. “Your back? Your legs? … You good?”
“Just shut up and keep moving.”
Yes, ma’am!
She’s so wet and smooth as I work my hips at a steady pace.
“Oh, God,” Ari pants, and I feel her starting to tighten even more around me. “Ethan—”
“I know, Red.” I reach one hand up to brush hair off her face. My other is splayed across her lower abdomen, holding hersteady as she shifts with each of my thrusts. “I’m right there with you.”
The sound of a car door slamming and the beeping of a lock stills up both. “Shit!” I spit out at the same time Ari says, “Is that Fonz?!”
I pull out just a fraction and Ari whimpers and her insides clamp down on me. “Noooo,” she moans.
Fuck.
“Sit up, quick!” I grab Ari under the armpits and pull her upright, hugging her around the middle. “Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby.”
She obliges, and I go to take a step back, but forget my pants are still around my knees and I stumble to the side and have to awkwardly spin, and we crash—well, Ari’s back crashes—into the door of the refrigerator.
“Damnit!” I whisper as I hear Fonz’s footsteps in the garage, heading toward the kitchen door beside us. “You OK?”
Ari giggles and nods into my neck, then starts sucking on it as her legs wrap even tighter around my hips and she starts grinding herself up and down on my dick, which is still buried inside her.
“Are you kidding me right now?” I growl into her shoulder as I shimmy and kick my sweats and boxers the rest of the way down my legs and finally step out of them, all the while she’s sliding herself up and down my length. Pants finally discarded, I hear Fonz’s keys in the door as I push us away from the fridge and start hauling ass out of the kitchen with Ari wrapped around me like a koala, past the dining room, down the hall and into my bedroom.
Just as we pass the threshold we hear Fonz yell, “Seriously? The kitchen counter? I eat breakfast here, guys!”
I brace my arm out in front of me as we fall to the bed so I don’t crush Ari as I land on top of her, and we are both laughinghysterically. “I guess he found our clothes,” she says as I run my nose along her collarbone.
“Or the condom wrapper.”
Before I can start moving again, Ari presses my shoulder. “Move,” she urges.
“Huh?”
“Roll over,” she kisses me softly. “I want to ride you.” Another kiss.
With our limbs still wrapped around each other, we roll until Ari is straddling me, looking down. Without breaking eye contact, she grabs the hem of the shirt she’s wearing—my shirt—and pulls it up and over her head, pulling her hair through the neck hole and causing it to come cascading down around her. Leaning forward, she places her hands on my chest and rolls her hips, grinding on me.
My fingers dig into her hips as I can’t decide if I’m trying to slow her down or slam her harder onto me. But just as I think I may come apart, Ari pushes herself upright, leaving me chasing her kiss. When I open my eyes, I see her riding me, hands on my ribs as she rises up and slams back down, breasts bouncing with each movement. Her eyes are shut, and her mouth hangs open in an “O” as she takes what she wants from me.
She’s in her own world, and while that turns me the hell on, I want her right here with me.
I sit up, wrapping an arm around her waist and sliding a hand up her torso, skimming her breast and gripping her neck. “Ari, baby, come back to me.”
Her forehead rests against mine, and I know she’s here. “Hey, there.” I kiss her lips as we continue to grind together. I kiss her jaw, her cheek, her ear before I whisper into it, “Come back to me, Red.”
