Ariel's POV
When I see her smiling so sweetly at me while her body is crushed up against mine, I know I'm dreaming. This is the exact same dream that I have had for years. In this dream, she's dressed in the same red outfit that she wore when Bianca became twenty-one years old. The short length of it reveals her taut behind as she bends over, and the material presses against her breasts, barely covering her stunning figure. She implores, "Please, Ariel." Years have passed since I last saw her appear so bashful. "Arielle, you have no idea what you're asking for," I murmur, tumbling my hand through her hair. I lift her face to mine, clenching my jaw and balling my fist in her hair.Her pupils get slightly diluted as her chest rises and falls quickly. Her panting indicates that she is in a desire. She seemed to be pleading with me in silence for me to kiss her and damage her pretty pink lipstick. "Ariel, I know just what I'm asking for." I roll us over and shove her up against the wall, my cock pounding inside my jeans. "You're not even supposed to be here, young lady. You're not old enough. Too naïve. Hey, what the heck do you think you're doing here? She gives me a smile and carefully moves her hands up my chest till her arms are around my neck. "I'm not as innocent as you believe." I step towards her and narrow my eyes at her. Pressing my body up against hers, imprisoning her. "What does that signify?" With a possessive touch, I trace the back of my palm across her face. "You've entered a man's bedroom late at night before, right?" She smiles and turns to gaze to her left. "No." I give her a sly smile and slide my hand back into her hair, needing her more than I can put into words. She has been staring at me like she wants me to fuck her and bend her over all night, but I didn't believe she would follow through on her desire. I lean closer, my lips just brushing hers, whispering, "Little liar." Arielle, you know how much I detest it when people lie to me? Avoid having me punish you. With a slight bend in her head, she tentatively brushes her lips over mine. "Ariel, punish me. I beg you," she responds in a whisper. I sigh and forcefully press my lips to hers. For as long as I dare to confess, I've been itching to taste her, and this kiss is everything and more than I could have imagined. Arielle stands on her tiptoes and tentatively runs her hand down the back of my neck, feeling her fingers tangle in my hair. She groans against my lips as I press her lips more apart in a deeper kiss. Fuck it. Her flavour is a mix of sin and whisky. My fucking cock twitches when she kisses me; her tongue tangled with mine. When I insert my cock into that seductive tiny mouth of hers, I need to know if her tongue is that proficient. I groan, easing away from her, "Arielle." Both of us had consumed way too much alcohol, and my mind is racing. I crave more and can hardly think straight as I bite her bottom lip. I mumble, "We need to stop. We know it's the right thing to do." I kiss her just below her ear, and she gasps as my lips move to her neck. I mumble, "You're my little sister's best friend." "I don't give a damn," she moans. "I outlive you by six years. This isn't right, darling. "No," she groans. Ariel, it wouldn't feel as good if it weren't correct.Her hands move down my torso, and as one of them snags on the front of my jeans, my eyes close. Her fingers go across my cock and through my briefs, and I almost go completely insane. I really, really need to go inside her. I slightly move away so I can gaze at her and see my own want mirrored in her eyes. She shares my desire for this. She bites her lip when I draw up the hem of her dress, and my fingers wrap around it. Arielle, there's no turning back from this. You're mine if I fuck you tonight. Indefinitely. With a seductive smile, she extends her arms and smiles up at me.
As she bides her time for me to pull her dress over her head. "Ariel, I'm already yours." I bite my lip and carefully undress her, heart palpating like it has never done before. I'm terrified to screw things up with her, but I need her with an unfamiliar intensity. I need it to be ideal for her if we go ahead and do this. As I pull her dress over her breasts and reveal her nipples, I sigh and say, "Fucking beautiful." "Baby, you don't know how many times I've fantasised about you. I know it's messed up, but I've always desired you. Her underwear is all that's visible as she stands in front of me, her dress falling to the ground.Hiding from me, she crosses her arms across her chest. "No, my love, don't run away from me." I gently scoop her into my arms and lean down to carry her to my bed. I gently place her down and then take a step back to remove my own t-shirt. Her stares at me, gives me the freaking chills. B*tch. I've only given her a kiss and I'm already this close to arriving. I lean over her and slide my knee between her legs, feeling strangely anxious. Tell me, sweetheart. Has anyone ever owned a pussy like this before? You must be sincere with me. Hurting you is the last thing I want to do. Enraged, this stunning woman—my purported fiancée—fucks me. Although we both know it's inevitable, neither she nor I have publicly acknowledged the agreement between my grandmother and her parents. In a couple of years, she will become my wife. With shaky hands, Arielle reaches for my belt buckle and tugs it loose. "Ariel, I may not be experienced, but I want this. Please. I push past her to remove my jeans while grinning at her. She grinned at me, coming up on her knees beside me and pressing against my boxer short waistline. I bury my hands in her hair and laugh. "Baby, you want it off? It must be done by you. I clamp down harder on her.I could hardly control my yearning for her. It's been unbelievably hard to resist her. She teases, "Don't think I won't," her lips grazing mine as her fingers follow the curves of my cock. Fuck it. I want her to hold me. She pumps up and down on my cock while her fingers slide inside my underwear, causing my eyes to close. "Ariel," she murmurs. "That won't fit this." I laugh at the distressed look on her face. It will, darling. I swear to you. You won't feel pain for more than a single instant after I get you so fucking wet. You'll beg for it by the time I insert my cock into that lovely pussy of yours. Then, grinning, she shoves my boxer.
My cock free, shorts down. The expression in her eyes. Hell on wheels. She is quite gorgeous. I say to her, "I need you," my lips meeting hers. I almost lose it as I put Arielle back on my bed with my body on top of hers, and she moans into my mouth. I sigh, my mind spinning. I've consumed too much alcohol tonight. Reluctantly, I take my mouth off hers and mumble, "Baby." "Perhaps we ought to wait. Arielle, we both drank too much. I don't want it to be a drunken disaster on your first try. Tears well up in her eyes as she shakes her head. She pleads, "Please don't reject me, Ariel." "I am unable to... I. I give her a kiss to silence her and push my cock.Her pants were the only thing separating our bodies from each other between her leg. I sigh into her mouth, unable to contain myself any longer. "Arielle, I want you so bad." Never, not even for a split second, believe that I don't. It takes all of me to avoid you while we're in the same room. You will always be wanted by me. With a trace of incredulity, she smiles as she meets my gaze. That's how we stay in touch. Our gazes locked on one other as I move my hand down her body and into her knickers. "Easy," I murmur. "You had prepared for me." She gives a nod. "You don't realise how long I've wanted you." I laugh and bite her lower lip.in between my teeth. It's really not real. I give Arielle a kiss as she groans and tilts her head, seeking one. I groan as I realise how wet she is as my index finger easily vanishes into her pussy. Fuck it. I move away from her and drop to my knees, encircling her pants with my fingers. "Baby, lift your hips for me." She obeys, and I impatiently tear off the fabric before piling back onto her. I say to her, "I need to see you." "I want to always remember the first time you came for me." My head is pounding, yet she smiles so innocently that my heart skips a fucking beat.Yes, I will never forget this. I slide my fingers back between her thighs and insert two fingers inside her, circling her clit with my thumb. Tell me if you enjoy it. Explain to me how you present yourself. She smiles. "It's usually to thoughts of you." Fuck it. I give a loud groan and forcefully bite my lips. I'm eager to come even at the mere notion of her fucking herself to fantasies of me. What a bunch of garbage. Given how incredibly desperate I am for her pussy, how am I meant to make her first experience enjoyable for her? She moans as I press my fingers against her g-spot, murmuring, "I was going to be patient with you, but you're driving me fucking crazy."you're aware of it, don't you, baby? I apply a hard and merciless touch, circling her clit with my thumb while my fingers press against her g-spot. "Ariel," she implores. "Oh Ariel, God." Goddamn, the way she moans. The sound of her may beckon me. Arielle's mouth opens, and she gazes into my eyes while her pussy savagely clamps down on my fingers out of pure joy.She groans as she approaches me, "Ariel," and it's the most exquisite sight I've ever seen. I'm a fucking junkie after only one hit. The knowledge that she will be mine for eternity is absurd. I watch her come down from her high with the most adorable fucking smile.
On her countenance. "You're really lovely," I mumble. "Did you know that from the moment you walked in today, I was completely enamoured?" Her eyes enlarge, and I line my cock up against her with a sly smile. "Observe me. Arielle, tell me you want this. I'm not... If you're not sure, I don't want to take your virginity. Although we are not married yet, our fates will be intertwined for the rest of our lives. I can't fuck utter the words, but I meant to tell her that I'd understand if she wanted to have a life of her own before being committed to me. I am unable to. My desire is to be her one and only. "You are the only person I will ever want,"I softly press myself against her, as she assures me. Arielle lets out a moan and widens her eyes in response to my size. She murmurs, "It hurts." "Just, please, finish it quickly." A tortured groan escapes her lips as I fill her to the brim, biting down hard on my lip as I push all the way into her. I sulk, my forehead meeting hers. "So fucking good." Her pussy properly envelops my cock like a soft, hot vice. To give her time to adjust to my size, I try to remain motionless. I'm too afraid to move in case I injure her. I take a step back from her to give her a look, supporting myself with one arm while my free hand moves across her face. "Wed me," I mumble. "You and I have never discussed it, but I know your parents and my grandma have already agreed with it. Will you marry me, Arielle? "Ariel," she murmurs. I sigh as her voice seems farther away than it actually is. I beg, "No," not wanting this to end but not being able to hold on to this dream. "Shit!" "Ariel?" I scowl and reach for my phone. I managed to sleep through every alarm. How? Fuck it. Once more, this fucking dream. I've been plagued with it for years now. Although I don't recall much of Bianca's 21st birthday, I do recall the nextmorning. I didn't wake up to Arielle. Loretta was the one.