SIN DE RELLA

ARELLA

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"I'LL MAKE us a breakfast." Skip kissed my forehead after giving me his sweater for me to wear.

"Do you cook?" I was a little surprised. I was expecting an awkward moment after what we did last night, but that moment didn't happen, instead, he cocooned me throughout the night. I even felt him kissing my shoulder in the middle of the night while our limbs were tangled together.

"Reigh." His brows furrowed, but his lips curved up into a cocky smile.

I rolled my eyes. "What?"

"You're stalling. I hope you're reminiscing our sex-ploration last night." His cocky smile grew into a grin.

My faced hated, not of embarrassment, but with satisfaction. It had been a while since I had sex, but one thing I was sure of was I never regretted my decisions of sleeping with him. Skip worshipped my body that even my ex-husband could never do that to me. I was insecure for many years, but last night he boosted my confidence and made me feel sexy.

"You're back to being cocky, aren't you? And is that how you call it now? A sex-ploration?"

"Yeah, too many hot shags?" He closed the gap between us and cupped my face. "We'll explore a lot together and things we are good at." Then, he smashed his mouth on me. The kiss was short, wet, hungry, and ended with a loud pop.

"Point taken."

We ate breakfast together with a little chat regarding my work.

"Don't interfere with my training using your connection, Skip. I was just right before you showed up. I want a good recommendation without your influence."

"You'll be working with me anyway, so why can't I help my girlfriend now?" He emptied his cup of coffee.

My brow arched. "Girlfriend?" My heart skipped a bit then thundered in my chest with that word.

Confusion plastered on his face. The hand with an empty cup dropped down slowly to his charcoal grey kitchen counter. "Aren't you...my girlfriend?"

I held my smile, but my stupid heart was beyond overwhelmed that I almost losing control not to jump into him. "Oh, are we now?" My sarcasm made him swallow hard.

He looked down disappointed.

"What else you want me to do, Arella?" His jaw clenched, then breathed noisily in frustration.

"You've already proven your point yesterday and last night, Mr. Linton." I stood up and circled to his side. "You're hot when you're annoyed and frustrated, don't you know that?" I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his. I closed my eyes, feeling the softness and firmness of his talented lips.

When I pulled back, his eyes were still closed. "I like your tattoo, boyfriend."

He opened his eyes and looked away. "Not funny."

"The tattoo? It was actually hot and you have the same tattoo as my brother on your arm, but the one on your arse is way sexier." I smiled genuinely.

"That's not what I mean."

"Oh?"

"Reigh, can you be serious for a while? Do you like me or not?" His eyes were serious as hell.

"I more than like you, Skipper. I know what you said last night were so real. It's not just about sex. Your gorgeous eyes don't lie, hotsome, so, yeah I was just kidding with you earlier." I kissed him one more time and he relaxed on my lips.

"I don't care if your brother hates me, Arella. I want us more than anything."

"I know, but you won't interfere with my training. I want what I deserve."

"Deal."

"Good. Now, send me to my apartment."

"Not until I eat you on this counter."

I laughed. "You're not satisfied with your first breakfast, Mr. Linton?"

"You sucked me and I didn't get a chance to eat you." His eyes were already blazing with lust. His words are sinfully erotic.

"I just did what I promised to you last night, hotsome." I grinned mischievously.

Skip scooped me up and placed me on the table, swiping the plates aside, causing to clutter, then lifted his sweater off my head. I'm completely naked. The coldness of the room didn't cause me to shiver, it was his intense stare raked through my naked body with adoration, making my nipples to painfully hard under his scrutiny. He grazed his thumb on my nipple, then took it with his hot mouth.

And I'm instantly wet.

"Skip, take me back to your room."

"I'm taking you somewhere else," he quickly answered.

As if on cue, I instantly snaked my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. Skip pushed the hair from the back of my neck and placed kisses that made me shiver while he carried me to what he called somewhere else. I heard the door unlocked and the smell of wood and citrusy air freshener permeated the room.

"Where are we?" I looked around and I didn't see anything other than the light he switched on and the grey colored wall. Before he could answer, he placed me down, feeling the felt and the wood under my skin.

"Now, lie down and be a good girl. A good girl always gets a reward."

"I want that reward, Sir Skipper. But are we really doing this on the pool table?"

"You will have it, and yeah, I was losing my mind when you bent on that table at the pool house and what was embarrassing was how I imagined wild things in front of your brother."

"Oh?"

"I want to make it slow, but you're driving me crazy, Reigh. Every time I kiss you, every time I thrust inside you feels like the first time. It's how fucking amazing you are, and we are." His words were blowing my mind and the most erotic thing I've ever heard.

In an instant, my legs were on his shoulders as he downed his head and nibbled my inner thigh, and my inner flirt celebrated. The warm of his breath and the stings he caused was scorching.

He then licked my slick folds, making my head to fall back. He then lightly licked my clit, then sucked it, pulled between his lips, and I screamed, gripping his hair as I couldn't help but move my hips against him— luxuriating the feeling he did to me.

He then stopped. "Do you trust me?"

Still panting, I propped on my elbows to look at him. "Y-yes."

Without warning, he plunged his fingers inside me, making me arched my back and caught my breath. And he continued sucking me as he thrust them in and out, curling it and hit the spot that I've never known it existed.

It made me insane, made my eyes roll back and cried me out with pleasure. "Oh god!"

Then instantly, his fingers and his mouth were gone. "Skip?" My voice came out in a rasp.

"Hush." His finger rubbed against the orifice that nobody touched me there, even my ex, and that was the reason our sex life went cold. I was uncomfortable with him, but why now with Skip that I didn't know much about him?

My muscle tensed though, but I managed to whisper, "It's okay."

"Are you sure it's okay?" His voice was laced with concern.

"I'd love to try it with you."

He licked me there and it made me wild. He pushed his finger inside.

"Relax, Reigh. Breath." Then I felt it stretched me. The pain was just a bearable sting, but it grew me wetter and ignited the fire within me.

"More," I begged, and he pushed it all in then out, "Oh, god! I-it it feels a-amazing."

Then his mouth was back, and my scream echoed in the entire room or could be in the whole apartment. And I didn't care. It was hard to take all in of how amazing it felt was. His plunging continued and the pleasure was rising higher and higher. His tongue thrust inside me, tandem with his finger in and out. The burn lessened and it turned to a sweet sting that sent ripples through me.

"You're killing me!" I screamed, my hoarse voice bubbled. And that all I could take. I forgot my own name as I flew high and fell to the ecstasy I never knew it existed.