ARIA:
I fell asleep in his arms again. I fell asleep to his soft kisses and caresses. He had picked me up and taken us into the room, complaining about me sitting out in the cold and warning me never to do that again.
All I did was sag against his arms as he said those words and when he saw how silent I went, he sighed and pushed strands of my hair behind my ear before kissing me softly and laying me into bed.

He joined in later, pulling me into his arms and encasing me in his warmth. I almost felt my body melt into his as he kissed the top of my head and then my bare shoulders. He didn't stop kissing until I turned and faced him. I knew he was doing all of that to make me yearn for him and he knew how easy it was for him to get me. How easy it was for me to melt against his arms.
Wrapping my arm around his neck, I pushed my body into him, sighing as he continued to kiss me like his life depended on it, like he couldn't do without me.
He lifted me into his lap, sitting up at the same time his fingers sank into my hair and began to massage thoroughly.
His right hand palmed my breast and he began to knead softly, using the tip of his finger to pull the neckline of my dress low enough to free my nipples. I jerked against him the moment his lips left my mouth and lowered to my breast, suckling like a breastfeeding child and nipping with his teeth ever so gently.
I watched his back expand into an island of chiselled muscles, unable to fight the urge to run my hand over his back and trace the thin scars that ran through his back. I could barely resist him when he looked this good. Hell, I could barely resist him whenever he tried to touch me.
My fingers dug into his hair, massaging his scalp as he continued to suck. His other hand pulled from around my waist, grabbing my other breast and pulling down the other side of the neckline with so much urgency I chuckled fondly and assisted him. He let out a grunt of approval before his palm covered my breast.

I began to grind against him and he let out a moan I'd never heard before. His hold on my breast tightened and he began to suck faster like his life depended on it.
I kept grinding against him, feeling the wetness that pooled around my legs intensify. I was tipping at the edge of going crazy from this pleasure. I could barely keep up and hell, all I wanted to do right now was have him inside of me.
Someone walked past the hall and I stopped immediately for the sake of not wanting to be heard but Lyall's hand fell away from my breast grabbed my waist, pulling me in as he continued to grind me against him. I stared at the door and waited until whoever was passing passed before I concentrated back on Lyall.
He lifted me off him and lay me in the bed, hovering above me with both of his hands planted on either side of me. Then he leaned down and captured my lips in a flaming kiss, not even stopping. My legs lifted at the knees and he parted them with one of his knees before he lodged himself between them and continued to kiss me with one of his hands softly caressing my hips.

"I am fighting the urge not to tear this dress off you because it's really beautiful."
"Well, you can do that," I chuckled and leaned in for another kiss. "I can always have Daneesha amend the dress again."
Nodding, he gripped the dress and ripped it apart immediately, leaving my thighs and hips bare before me. Leaning back, he stared at my naked body in fascination, his eyes not leaving my body as he began to trace his hand against my skin.
"By the moon goddess, you look breathtaking. I can barely even tear my eyes off you."
I smiled, feeling my heart swell. All thoughts of what Daneesha was going to think when I presented a torn-up dress to her in the morning flew out of my head.
Cupping his cheeks, I leaned in for another kiss and he returned it with so much fierceness. How was he able to maintain this energy? He felt like an inferno that couldn't burn out and it scorched me in the most pleasant way, leaving me bare before him.
His palm rested in between my thighs and he parted them while keeping eye contact with me and not even tearing his gaze away from me. His fingers travelled down my thighs, sending tingling sensations down to the tip of my toes. I arched my hips towards him, begging for more, yearning to feel his hand against me. I wanted to cleave into his skin like a barnacle, to embed myself in his skin to merge souls with him.
He seemed to understand how I was feeling because he cupped my cheek, laying on the side as his finger brushed my clit.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back, loving the sensation of his hand against my wetness. He began to flick back and forth, starting slowly and watching my expression. He followed it and as his rhythm picked up, several nerve endings around my body began to respond to his touch. He lightly gripped me by the neck and pulled me in, kissing me as he continued to fondle me.
I gasped as pressure began to build around my hip and his grip tightened around my neck but not tight enough to make me gasp for air. "Look at me, Aria. Don't close your eyes. I want you looking at me with those sexy eyes of yours."
But how could I do that when he kept drowning me in the deepest pits of pleasure I couldn't even get out of?
I tried to keep my eyes open but it kept fluttering close and when I reached climax, I let out a cry as pleasure ebbed through me. I began to thrash against him, my eyes widening as I begged for it not to stop. But as seconds went by, it reduced slowly.
Lyall gripped my face and looked into my eyes. "I can see that you want more, Aria. Don't worry, this isn't the only orgasm you would be having, okay?"
Before I even regained composure, he was out of his clothes, grabbing me by the ends of my feet and pulling me into him.
I gasped in surprise when he picked me up and bent me over. I assumed the natural position immediately, feeling his hand grip my hip and pull me in. His rock-hard length pressed in between my thigh and he began to stroke himself against my very sensitive clitoris.
"I can't, Lyall. I am really sensitive down there. Please."
He wasn't even listening to me. He kept rubbing his length against me and I heard the squish as his skin moved against mine through the wetness. There was no friction and I felt another one coming.
I gripped the sheets and bit down into it to muffle my cries as I felt another orgasm rock through me. Lyall immediately pulled me off the bed, gripping me by the chin and pulling me into his chest. "I want to hear you cum, Aria. I don't care who's going to hear me give you orgasms several times tonight, get that?"
He planted my face on the bed with full force before I could even nod in response and without waiting for me to recover again, he began to slide in and out of me in slow thrusts. I was a mess before he even finished inside me, falling limp against the bed.
I begged for him to stop because it was getting too much but he mouthed into my ears that he wasn't yet done, holding me against him as he continued another round.
Two more rounds, several orgasms and sweaty bodies later, I fell limp against him, not even knowing when he picked me up and took me to the bathroom.