Chapter 58
Ariel
“Turn around,” He instructed calmly.
Overcome with anticipation, I did as he asked but disappointment slapped me hard on the face when I realized that he wasn’t there. Instead, my eyes locked with a handsome young man who had obviously been ogling at my bare butt.
I directed a scowl at him and he looked away, his face turning crimson when he noticed that he had been caught in the act.
“What kind of game are you playing with me?” I questioned, irritatedly.
“I’m sorry, but I want you to come over, there’s something you need to see,” His voice sounded urgent.
“Where?”
He gave me the address to the location and ended the call. I glanced at my parents who were deeply engrossed in the fun games that Guilia helped them anchor and snuck away immediately.
With how immersed they were in the game, they wouldn’t even realize that I was no longer there.
Navigating through the crowd of people that thronged at the beach, I turned on my GPS and began to search for the one storey building he told me about.
In no time, I located it and then I heard a whistle. He was grinning widely when I traced the sound of the whistle to him but seeing how offended I was, the smug smile disappeared from his face and he climbed down the stairs, advancing toward me.
“You are so good at getting under my skin. After you stayed away from me the whole day without even sending a text, you didn’t even apologize and now, you made me walk around the beach in this bikini set with half of the men leering at me as if they want to eat me up-”
The next word was cut off by his hot lips on my mouth. One of his hands circled my waist, pulling me closer to him roughly and the sexual tension that had been building up within me after the breakfast escapade heightened.
He broke off the kiss and peered at me, his dark orbs glimmering with desire. “Come, I have something to show you,” He reminded me in his gruff voice.
As our fingers entwined with each other, a spark rushed down my body. It was electrifying in a good way, at least, it wouldn’t result to death, but something more satisfying.
When we got to the top of the stairs, he halted and so did I as he turned around. “Can you close your eyes for a minute?”
“Why? Do you want to sell me off?” I joked.
He shook his head and went to stand behind me. “No, just trust me, sweetheart,”
I shut my eyes and he led me forward until the cold wind from the beach wasn’t washing over my skin anymore, then he asked me to open my eyes.
My lips parted and a gasp escaped my lips in surprise. Right in front of me was a queen-sized canopy bed with red rose petals arranged in a heart shape on top of it and another bouquet of roses tucked between the pillow.
By the side was a massage table and some bottle of oils. I slanted a sharp look at his direction while trained his attention on me. “What’s all this?” I asked, following the trails of the rose petals on the floor that led to the table.
“I’m just obeying your father’s wishes,” He replied; a cocky grin plastered on his face.
I was puzzled. “What wishes?”
“He asked us to make babies,” He replied flatly.
“And I told you that I’m not ready for that,” I retorted sharply.
He chortled briefly and closed the door, after which he slowly unbuttoned his beach shirt, revealing his clean chiseled abs and thick muscles that flexed with each movement.
My mouth watered and I swallowed, balling my fingers into fists. His clean body that was void of tattoos was still attractive to me.
“But you’re ready for the act that brings the babies, right?”
“I guess… I guess I am. It’s what I’ve always wanted,” There was no need to deny it.
He slowly approached me but I didn’t flinch, instead I stood still, anticipating his next move. He scooped me into his arms and laid me on my stomach on the massage table as he untied the scarf on my waist.
My body shivered involuntarily at his gentle touch. “What do you want to do?”
“You feel so tense. I should help you with that,”
I gulped again as my pussy clenched tightly. “Are you going to massage me with my bikini on?”
His face darkened with lust and he picked up a bottle of oil, pouring it onto his palm. “If you want to,”
“Take it off,” I commanded softly, my heart beating faster than normal.
He didn’t respond instead his strong capable hands rested on my shoulders and he began to massage me firmly but tenderly. My body relaxed at his touch and I quivered at his gentleness.
The next thing I felt was my bra going off and then his fingers trailed to my breasts which he fondled delicately.
“Is this a part of the massage?” I drawled as my eyes slid shut.
At that point the only thing my brain could register was the erotic ministration my sexy hot husband gave to me as an excuse for a massage.
“Don’t you like it?” He stopped and bit his lower lip sultrily as if to bait me.
I inhaled deeply while he continued to arouse me on purpose. “Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He pinched my nipples and I rewarded him with a loud moan. “I never planned to,”
‘Oh God’ I warbled.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now. Seeing you laid out on this table almost naked is messing with my mind and I’m only holding onto the last thread of my self-control,” He explained, his hands kneading my ass like a dough.
“I didn’t ask for that, Dmitri. I don’t want you to control yourself,”
His sharp intake of breath was deep but shaky and then I realized that he was indeed trying to control himself, however, I didn’t need that.
I had to tug at the strings of his composure and then I did the only thing that came to my mind. His eyes widened when I dropped to my knee and brought down his beach short.
His full length stretched in front of me and my lips twitched nervously. I’d never done this before but seeing how hard he was because of me aroused me the more.
“What do you want to do?” He questioned with a look of disapproval even though his eyes were silently encouraging me to go on.
“I’ve always dreamt of having a taste of you so don’t stop me from doing this, please,” I begged.
“Ariel-”
My tongue caressed his tip and he snapped his lips shut immediately, throwing his head backward with a groan echoing in the room. “Don’t say anything, Husband. Just guide me,”