Chapter 73

The One Full Of Colour

NATE

When I open the door, I’m greeted with Arielle. Her eyes are slightly puffy and for a moment, I fear that something has happened that I’m not aware of. But then she smiles and her eyes go soft as she runs into my arms. She presses her lips to mine and I hold her arms to pull her away from my frame, “Arielle—”

“I got your letter, I saw the news.” Her tone is frenzied as she runs her palms up my chest. She leans in to kiss me again, but I pull back and grab her face in my hands.

“What about James?”

“He broke up with me,” she informs me.

My heart begins to race as I glance down at her. She’s single and she’s here.

Before my mouth meets hers again, I mutter, “He’s a bloody moron.” With her jaw still cupped in my hands and my tongue in her mouth, I force her backwards until her back hits the drywall.

She threads her fingers through my hair. “You dyed your hair,” she comments, tugging on the blue strands. “My favourite colour.”

I smile down at her, “Did you enjoy the news tonight?”

She nods, drawing her hands down my neck to play absentmindedly with the collar of my shirt. “I did, but I don’t want to talk about it.” I raise an eyebrow and she adds, “The only thing that matters is that I love you.”

I swallow the lump that immediately forms in my throat at the sound of those three words. “I love you,” I reply softly, my voice overwhelmingly hoarse with emotion. “Are you sure you understand everything—”

“Nate —” She interrupts, pressing her mouth to mine in order to shut me up. “No talking.” Her fingers reach for the buttons on her shirt, and she begins to teasingly undo them as she tells me, “We can talk after.”

“This is how you want it?” I inquire in a low tone, using my hips to push into hers. She swallows with difficulty, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “You’d rather fuck than talk?”

“I need to feel you inside me,” she tells me and I nearly cum in my pants from that alone. The flare of lust is so hot that I swear my skin might melt right off the bone.

It’s been a long time for me, alright? We’re talking about months where my dick has been acquainted with nothing but my damn fist.

I push my lips against hers so hard that I hope they might be branded to hers for everyone else to see. To see that there isn’t anything ever that will separate me from this woman again. There isn’t any force that exists to make me not love Arielle Hawthorne with everything that I am.

“I’m going to mark you as mine tonight,” I comment, knowing she needs to be naked.

I remove her shirt, and her bare tits are revealed to me. She kicks her shorts off her legs and then reaches for my shirt, lifting it off my back. I don’t waste a second, grabbing the fragile lace of her knickers and with a hard tug, they rip and fall to the floor.

With a few more seconds, my pants and boxer-briefs are pushed down and we’re both bare and hungry for one another. I lift her, kissing her passionately again as I carry her across the house.

I put her down in front of the massive transparent surface of my glass patio doors and she’s quick to turn to me. “Hands to the glass, Arielle.” I saunter around her, like an animal with its prey, “And don’t move them.”

She does exactly as I ask, desperate for me to touch her.

“Look at you, so submissive,” I wet my lips. “You’re perfect.” I trail my fingertips over her bare skin, circling her nipple piercings delicately.

“Nate,” she whines, shifting to press her thighs together. “What are you doing? Are you gonna’ touch me?”

“I can’t decide whether to spank your ass or fuck you till you scream.”

Reaching around her, I roll her clit between two fingers, giving it a light pinch. A bit of pain mixed with the pleasure, right on the edge how I know she likes it.

“Spread your legs further, baby.” I urge her, helping her as she takes a step with either leg to do just that.

I’m already hard—painfully so—as I take a moment to appreciate how she looks waiting for me. I stroke myself a few times and then move to position myself beneath her. She glances down at me, keeping her hands pressed to the window, and I wet my lips as I stare at what awaits me. She’s facing the window and I’m sitting on the floor with my back to the transparent surface, my face hovering near her pussy.

I run a finger along her pussy and she immediately tenses, but throws her head back. She’s so fucking wet that there’s moisture on the insides of her thighs and fuck, it becomes hard to control myself.

I ghost my thumb over her clit and then, without warning, I lean forward and give her one slow, soft lick. The moan I hear from in her throat is immediate and I grab my cock in my free hand and begin to stroke it as I bury my tongue deep into her.

She bucks her hips against my face, fucking herself onto my tongue and I moan against her at the taste, knowing the vibrations will send her over the edge.

“Are you—” She tries to ask me a question and I glance up to see her peering down at my hand as I stroke myself while eating her out. “Fuck.”

When she reaches down to thread her fingers in my hair, I cease my actions, scolding her. “Arielle, I told you to keep your hands on the window,” I warn and when she realizes she’s slipped up, she quickly puts the one that strayed back where it’s supposed to be. “Move them again, Arielle, and I’ll stop what I’m doing, no matter how damn good it feels.”

She leans forward, which causes her nipples to press to the cold glass and a gasp falls from her lips.

“If you stop, just remember Nate, paybacks a bitch,” she muses, jutting her hips towards my face.

I smirk, “Looking forward to it, Babygirl.” I plunge two digits deep inside her and listen to her breathless moan as I add, “More than you could ever possibly know.” I take her clit between my lips, sucking on the nerve and then alternating to flicking my tongue against it. I can tell that she’s already on the edge of coming and I tease her like she enjoys, pulling back at the moment that’d push her over the edge.

My fingers continue thrusting into her and I take the sensitive nerve between my lips again and hum against it, edging her for a second time. She groans in frustration when I pull back this time and I chuckle lowly. She gets even more frustrated when I do it a third time.

Perhaps that’s enough torture.

A smirk is etched on my face as I speed up the pace of my fingers and then swirl my tongue around her. She grinds her hips down against me and when I suck on her clit this time, she shatters around me, orgasming with a cry of my name and a profanity.

Pulling my fingers from her, I suck them into my mouth and move to stand up but she stops me. I scoot back a bit so my back hits the glass and she sinks down. “You still on the pill?” I question, barely able to see straight as she lowers herself. “Do you want me to grab a condom?”

She shakes her head. “I’m still on the pill,” she explains, using one hand placed to the glass door behind me to balance herself and the other to line my cock up with her. She wastes no time in sinking down onto me and I groan in relief the moment I’m buried inside her.

She pauses when her thighs meet mine, taking a moment to relish in the feeling of being connected again. She presses both hands to the glass—still fulfilling my demand to not remove her hands from the surface—and begins riding me, her tits bouncing gloriously in my face.

I take a nipple piercing in between my teeth, tugging lightly. I also use a free hand to apply pressure to her clit, groaning loud when she clenches around me and I nearly cum on the spot.

She smirks down at me, like the little devil she is and then she hooks an arm around my neck, forcing my face to her tits again. I lean my head back to watch her face contort in pleasure, using a hand to guide her up and down on me. Arielle smiles, slowing down to press her mouth to mine.

When she pulls away from my mouth, I take a nipple in my mouth again, speeding up my thumb against that sensitive spot between her thighs. “Fuck, Nate,” she groans, keeping her slow pace riding me until she eventually cums around me and slumps against my chest.

Her legs are clearly weak when she stands but I spin her fast, pressing her back up against the glass this time. I lift her so she wraps her legs around my waist and in one quick move, my cock is buried deep inside her again. She gasps, arching her back.

“Grab hold, Babygirl,” I warn, helping her to wrap her arms around my neck and hook her feet together at my back. I then carry her down the hallway to my bedroom and collapse on the bed together. I’m still inside of her when her back hits the mattress and I hover over her, cupping her jaw in my hand.

She’s stretched out on the mattress beneath me—a goddess, for me to claim.

“I love you,” I mutter to her, pressing my mouth to hers and then trailing kisses along her jaw, following her pulse point to her collarbone.

When I pull out until just the head of me is inside her, I slam my hips back towards hers in a quick snap—at the same time she speaks, which causes her to gasp, “I love you.”

I smile, settling down on my forearms as I begin thrusting into her at a steady pace. She grabs my face in her hands, pulling me down to her beautiful mouth and she kisses me deeply. “I missed you,” I admit when we break apart for air, “I missed you so fuckin’ much.”

“I missed you, too,” she tells me, “You have no idea.”

I kiss her again, heart swelling as I hear those words. I almost feel like I should pinch myself—like this is a fucking dream—because it’s indescribable to explain how it feels to be with her again. To be able to hold her, touch her, kiss her, to be able to publicly love her like I always have.

“Fuck me harder,” she demands. “Make me yours.”

“You’ve always been mine, Arielle,” I confess, “Always.”

I do as she asks, speeding up my thrusts. She whimpers, arching her back and I’m relentless in my pace, surely she’ll be sore tomorrow. I put my weight on one arm, angling my hips upwards so that I’m hitting her g-spot with each thrust. She gasps when I use my fingertips to apply some pressure to the soft area just above her pubic bone.

I press my fingertips there firmly, until I can feel where I’m hitting her g-spot and massage in small circles. She cries out and immediately orgasms around me. It’s wildly erotic—she’s out of breath, fisting her hands desperately into the bedsheets as she clenches around me.

I keep up my pace—fast and hard—and she climaxes a second time right after in a way that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I follow after her, coming so hard that my vision wavers and my mind fragments into a million tiny pieces.

Arielle giggles, smiling wide at me. She’s wearing nothing but my shirt and that damn beautiful smile as she crawls across my bed towards me. She collapses on the bed beside me and sighs, “Okay, now you can talk. I need a moment for the throbbing to stop between my legs.”

Christ, you want to talk about fucking throbbing?

I roll to my side, tracing the shape of her bare shoulder that peeks out from my oversized shirt. I press my lips to the flesh and admit softly, “I don’t wanna’ ruin the mood.” I exhale, knowing that this could potentially destroy what I want to be lovely time with her. “But there are some things you need to know.”

She rolls to face me and her eyes immediately find the scar from my gunshot and she traces a thumb lazily over it with a concerned look etched on her face. “Start with this, please.”