Page 143 of Run
Without pause, Ari dives in. “Oh, fuck!” My stomach muscles clench and I almost pull away from the sudden rush of sensation, but Ari grabs my half-naked ass, and I feel her fingernails bite into my skin as she pulls me closer. Fiercely, she slides her mouth over me again and again. I place my hands on the back of her head, caressing her scalp.
Then she brings a hand around and cups my balls.
“Ohhhh shit.” I slide my hands to her shoulders and softly push her off of my throbbing cock, and she pouts.
“I just”—I suck in some air and try to gain a little composure—“I don’t want to come like this.”
I pull her knees out from under her so she falls onto her back, giggling as she bounces. I lean down and quickly untie my boots and pull them off, leaving my pants around my hips.
“Crawl back,” I say as I climb over her, and she obeys. Sliding my hands around her thighs and hips, under her skirt, I grip her underwear and tug them down her legs. She pulls her legs together so I can slide the material off and cast it aside, and then her legs fall open.
I lower my face to her core, practically hiding myself under her skirt, and barely kiss her pussy. “Ohhhh,” she says as she shudders. Gently, I move my lips over her, and her skin opens with me. “Ethan …”
“Shhhh.” I make sure the air escaping my mouth blows right on her sex, and she tries to squeeze her thighs. “I thought you said you wanted to make it up to me for running?” I press my tongue fat against her and lick all the way up, and flick her most sensitive spot with the tip of my tongue.
“Ahhh. Oh God!”
I chuckle.“Well?”
“Yes! Ethan! I want to make it up to you.”
I pull back and sit on my heels, looking up Ari’s body, which rises and falls with heavy breaths. Kneeling between her spread legs, I reach down and slowly slide one finger inside. Her hips rise to meet me as I do, and when I crook my finger and massage her, she whimpers.
My cock weeps.
“Take your shirt off.”
“Mmmm …”
I pause, my finger still inside her, and her eyelids open. “Take your shirt off, baby.” She nods at me and obliges, and I reward her by working my finger in and out. “I thought you didn’t like strapless bras?”
She quivers with a shaky breath as I hit that spot I know she likes. “Yeah, well, it’s the only bra I can wear with that shirt.”
“Take it off,” I say, and she quickly brings her arms behind her back and starts to work the clasp. Before I know it she’s tossing it aside, and her small breasts are exposed, rising and falling with each shaky breath she takes. Her nipples are so tight they look downright painful. I swallow a dry lump in my throat and nod at her chest. “Touch them. Touch yourself, as I touch you.”
She doesn’t hesitate, bringing her hands to her flat stomach and slowly dancing her fingertips up her ribs to the undersides of her breasts, spreading her hands out and cupping. She closes a hand around one and with the other hand takes a nipple between her thumb and pointer finger, squeezing and twisting it.
“How does that feel, Red?” I have to grab my cock and give it a hard tug to give myself some relief. “Are you sorry you ran from me?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.” I know she needs to get off, just like I do, but I don’t let her. Instead, I withdraw, and her hips rise up again, searching for the intrusion. “No, Ethan, please. I need it. I need you.” She’s not even looking at me. Her back is arched, head rolled to the side, eyes squeezed shut, as she keeps pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers.
“I know. I got you. Here.” I quickly undo the button and zipper on her skirt and pull it down over her hips and ass, and she pulls her legs together so I can slide it off her legs. As I do, I hop off the bed and push my pants and boxers down my legs and step out of them. As I crawl back onto the bed, she squeezes her legs together, seeking relief.
“Oh, no you don’t!” I give the side of her leg a playful swat. “Open back up for me.” I squeeze her kneecaps in each hand as I help part her legs for me. “What do you need from me, baby?” I lean over, grab a pillow, and slide it under her ass, raising her hips.
“I need to come, Ethan. Please.” She runs her hands all over her body.
Still sitting up on my knees, I crawl as close to her as I can get. Fisting my dick in one hand and grabbing her hip with the other, I guide myself into her. Once I’m inside, I let go of myself and grab her other hip in my hand, gently pulling her onto me until our pelvises are flush against each other. She’s making noise, but I can barely register it over the blood pulsing in my ears in time with the blood rushing to my cock.
I pull out and thrust back in, pulling her hips up to meet me, and watch her breasts bounce as I do. She lets out a sound that’s a half-cry, half-moan, and I freeze.
“Shit, are you OK?” I ask through strangled breaths. I’m buried so deep in her right now but holy hell I hope she’s OK because I don’t know if I can stop.
“Mmhmm.” She nods, biting her bottom lip.
I stay still but squeeze her hips in my hands. “Red. Look at me.” It takes a moment, but she opens her eyes, rolling her head to look at me. I grin. “What do you want me to do, baby?”
She grins back. “Fuck me, Ethan. Fuck me so good that we’ll never be the same again.”
