Cullen had no breath in his body already, but he completely forgot how to breath at her question. She wanted to kiss him. His eyes dropped down to her plush, parted lips, to the delicate lines tattooed into them. He could finally taste those lips like he had dreamed about, and she wanted him to. The buzzing in his head, his tenuous control over his body told him that it would be a very bad idea.
Ari leaned even closer, barely a hands breadth between them. "Cullen?" She blinked slowly, somehow her eyes reflecting every star in the sky, shimmering and luminous in the darkness.
Could he stop at just a kiss? He didn't think so. And she was so unaware of what could happen. His eyes jumped over her face, watching her features closely. There were hints of desire, hints that he wanted to coax out, make burn into need. "Ari," he breathed, but no words followed. The denial stuck in his chest, not even making it up to his lips.
Her smile blossomed at her name, taking it as acceptance. And it had been, he realized belatedly. There had been no denial; only his own desperate want to say yes.
Ari shifted closer to him, sitting up on her heels, placing their faces at the same level while Cullen attempted to stay motionless. Her expressive eyes dropped down to his lips, and the smile slipped away, replaced with curiosity and a hunger he recognized from his own. Slowly, ever so slowly, she leaned into him. Cullen closed his eyes, sucked in a steadying breath, and prayed to the Maker that he could hold himself.
Soft lips tentatively pressed against his own, sweetly lingering for a heartbeat that lasted forever. Cullen felt her hesitation, her wonder. It was a benediction and a prayer, learning something new and testing an age old beat. It was chaste, simple, yet rocked him to the core.
For too long and too short in equal strides, Ari kept her lips against his, unmoving. She pulled back, a soft sigh sifting over his heated cheeks. Cullen drew in a fortifying breath through his nose, smelling the hints of the flowers in her hair, her unique earthen scent, the crisp alpine air. Thank the Maker, he thought, somewhat untruthfully. If that was all Ari wanted he could keep his control.
Cullen almost jumped when he felt her again. This time, though, her lips were light on his, brushing back and forth. The friction burned down his spine, feathers of heat tickling along nerve endings and along his blood. He reacted viscerally to the kiss, cock throbbing with each teasing brush of her lips. Cullen clenched his hands into the wood, feeling his shoulders tense even further and his gut knot. Ari kept her exploration light, brushing against the fullness of his bottom lip, one corner and the other, then moved to his scar and traced her silken lips up the small ridge.
She moved away, and let out a tiny little laugh. "You almost look like you are in pain," she whispered, the moment too reverent for anything else but quiet words. Cullen's eyes snapped open, focusing on her. She had a crooked smile over her expression, trying to hide her worry. "Did I… did I do it wrong? Was it bad?" Her brows lowered, and she chewed on her lip, looking vulnerable and innocent and delectable.
Cullen's hands shot up off the wooden slates and buried themselves into her hair. Her curls twisted and tangled with his fingers, pulling him closer and not letting him go. "No," he found himself growling out, rough and strange as the heat rolled through his blood. "Just… more, Ari. Let me have more." He angled himself, finally moving into her as he pulled her face closer. He saw her brighten, that smile she seemed to reserve just for him, and she glowed brilliantly in the moonlight. His eyes focused on the lines of her lip, and he finally let himself have a taste.
He settled his lips just over the tattoo, brushing firmly back and forth, harder than her teasing kisses. Ari gasped lightly, lips parting slightly, and Cullen swiped his tongue out, dragging it along the fullness, finally tasting her. "Sweet," he groaned, "You are so sweet."
Giving her no chance to reply, he set back in. He moved his lips on hers in coaxing gestures, firm pressure that she followed, slowly at first, but with each pass she met him kiss for kiss, growing bolder. She followed his lead, pressing up into him and responding with all the fervor he could have hoped for. Cullen felt himself burning, passion driving away all thought as he gave himself over to the sensations. He dipped inside, slowly deepening the kiss, tasting her more firmly. Ari gasped, the intrusion a surprise, but she quickly responded in kind.
Cullen moaned in approval, the touch of her tongue driving him to new heights. His hands tightened in her hair, and he cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer. Ari scrambled into him, her hands clasping his shoulders as he guided her over his lap, her legs splitting to settle on either side of his hips, her breasts pressing into his chest. He groaned at the softness, visions of her half exposed in his tent, pearled nipples pressed against almost-sheer linen driving him to distraction.
With renewed fervor, Cullen set into her, drugging, open mouth kisses leaving them both gasping, clinging to each other. Cullen wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer while angling her head back further so he could sink his tongue in deeper. Ari mewled, her hips shifting restlessly as she settled over the hardness of his cock. "Cullen!" she gasped against his mouth, her hands sinking into his curls and tightening.
Cullen broke away for a moment, gulping in air, taking in the sight of her. Her head was thrown back, eyes open, unfocused, heated and beseeching. A bolt of lust ripped through him. Of course she would kiss with her eyes open; Ari wouldn't be able to stand not experiencing every aspect of lovemaking. Her lips were swollen and glistening in the moonlight, bruised from their kisses. Her shirt was askew, hinting at the fullness of her breasts, and he could feel how tight her nipples were as they pressed into his chest.
Clamping his teeth together, he slowly moved his hands around, dragging the hem of her shirt up past the waist of her breeches. He locked his gaze with hers, watching the play of hunger, wary excitement, and anticipation shift over her features. He exposed her silken skin and settled his both hands at her sides, slowly moving them up her ribs, revealing her to the moonlight. It was torturous, hearing their breaths panting in the air between them as he slowly moved her shirt up, tilting her back, knowing that her breasts were exposed. But he kept his eyes on her, praying to the Maker he wouldn't see her become scared or frightened. Now that this was actually happening, he didn't want to stop.
He pulled the shirt up, Ari'elle lifting her arms so that it could be yanked free. Her wild curls tumbled down around her bare shoulders, falling over her breasts and shoulders. With slow and steady movements, Cullen brushed the strands back, before finally dropping his gaze. Her breasts were as he imagined, small but lush and pert and looked like they would fit in his palms perfectly. They moved rapidly with her uncontrolled breaths, the nipples tightened and pouting, begging for his kisses. Cullen groaned slightly, wanting his tongue on them, wanting them in his hands and against his chest, wanting to watch them as she bounced on his cock. She was beautiful in the moonlight, skin glowing luminously, just as he imagined them glowing in the colored light of the stained glass while taking her on his chair.
Her breasts stilled, and Cullen shot his gaze up to Ari. She had held her breath, gulped at his attention, then licked along her lip. Cullen felt a smirk pull at his scar, and he angled her back, settling her more firmly into his lap. He checked the groan that raised at the pressure her position put on his cock, willing himself to have more control. Easy, he told himself. This is for her.
Cullen lowered his head, still watching her intently as her eyes widened, fixed on what he was doing. He scrubbed his cheek along the sensitive underside of one breast, the scruff of his stubble making her shiver. Her lips parted in surprise, panting again. Slowly he extended his tongue, stretching the anticipation between them. When it looked like she might snap, he finally dragged the flat of his tongue from the bottom of the fullness of her breast and up across the tightened peak.
Ari's head dropped back for a moment, her eyes fluttering closed as she gasped in delight. Cullen felt a wicked chuckle rise in his chest, and he set in, determined to drive her as crazy as she drove him. He pulled her nipple into his mouth, suckling, toying with it, dragging his teeth across it gently. Ari moaned, her head coming back up, watching through half-lidded eyes as he moved back and forth between the pretty offerings. He scattered little kisses across her skin, little nips of teeth soothed with sweeps of tongue before sucking her nipples into his mouth and laving it with attention.
Soon she was panting helplessly, shifting her hips as she chased that which she didn't know. Cullen groaned as he felt her heat through both their trousers, imagining her wet and bare. He thrust his cock up into her, helpless to ignore the sharp lance of pleasure that raced through him. He yanked his upper body back, sucking in breaths. The barrier that he had placed between himself and his own needs was crumbling swiftly at her movements, cock throbbing for attention.
Cullen opened his eyes and saw Ari watching him, her lips twisted into her own sensual smirk. With deliberate motions, she repeated the roll of her hips against his cock, watching him carefully. Cullen felt another blast of heat, her actions and the passionate way she was watching him compounding, making him groan in defeat. She chuckled wickedly, setting into the motion, but suddenly gasped herself. He dropped his head to her tempting mouth, knowing what had just set her off. She must have ground her clit, that pleasure unknown to her before.
A frenzy settled over them then, and Cullen worked to ramp it even more. Ari rode him; his groans guiding her to move in ways that made his brain fuzz, cock harden even more with each roll of her hips, press of her heat. Ari's hands flitted from his shoulders, up to his hair, down along his cheeks as she pulled him to her lips for kiss after kiss. Cullen's hands cupped her breasts, pinched and rolled her nipples, fisted in her hair. Little sounds rose from the back of her throat, driving him insane with want.
"Ari," he groaned out, sweeping his tongue into her mouth for another deep kiss.
Her hands slipped around his waist, settling herself more firmly onto his cock, and she sank down, rocking back and forth with constant friction. Cullen felt his seed rise, unbearable pressure and pleasure almost overcoming him.
He grabbed her hips, hissing in a breath through his teeth, stilling her from adding more movement to his already over stimulated cock. "Cullen," she moaned, fighting him, trying to work herself against him, "Don't stop!"
He shook his head, try to gain some semblance of control. Instead her hands delved to his waist, sinking below his shirt and her little fingernails sinking into his bare skin. Cullen's cock jerked at the feel of her soft hands and calloused fingers, almost coming, and he quickly changed his grip, grabbing her wrists.
"Cullen," Ari whined raggedly. "let me move. Let me feel!"
The words shot through him just as she started to move her hips again, fantasy brought to life, and the white hot pleasure that had been building burst. He let go of her wrists, sank his hands into her delectable curls and claimed her lips. She moaned at his aggressiveness, her hands roaming over his skin, up across his back, sinking into his shoulders as she moved steadily, riding him to his orgasm. "Ari, you are making me… making me come!" he groaned roughly, letting go the last of his control.
Cullen thrust up into her, his hips moving erratically as his cock pumped as he came, heat and pleasure shuddering through him as she worked him, the friction just amping each cresting wave up to dizzying heights. He moaned into her mouth helplessly, uncaring that he was outside, that they could be heard or seen. He just jerked up into the heat of her, imaging he was sinking into her with each thrust, spilling into her wetness.
Cullen's movements slowed as he finished, Ari's continued rolling along his sensitive cock making him pull her back slightly. With a deep groan he dropped his head into her shoulder, resting his damp forehead against her warm, silken skin, gulping in breaths. After panting for several long moments, he pressed an open mouth kiss to her neck, lingering in wonder and amazement. His orgasm had been greater than any before, better than when he had taken himself in hand over a week ago. The wet heat in his smalls probably would have embarrassed him normally, but he felt too blissed out to care that she had ridden him to come without even a hand to help.
Ari shifted restlessly, her breaths still moving her chest in sharp movements. A smile curved his lips as he pulled back, gently cupping her cheek and looking down at her. She was still lost in passion, her eyes dark and hazy, lips parted. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" She asked worriedly.
Cullen chuckled and shook his head. "Absolutely not. I felt only pleasure, I assure you." He dropped a linger kiss on the sharp tip of the arrow inked on her forehead.
"Oh," Ari paused and licked her lips. "I thought I might have hurt you."
"You can give me that type of pain any day." Cullen smiled against her skin, wrapping his arms around her torso, pressing her close into his racing heart. With determination he pushed away the deeper truth to the words, deciding he would think about it later. Right now, he was focusing only on Ari and tonight.
Ari spoke against his neck, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt on his throat. "I heard you make those noises. Over a week ago, when we were camping. Is that what you were doing? Coming?"
Cullen's cock pulsed, his breath once again punching from him. She had heard him as he had masturbated, as he had moaned her name through his ejaculation. Cullen dropped down to her lips again, kissing her in a defeated desperation. His reaction to her words told him he was far from over this, far from done.
"Yes, Ari. You have been driving me crazy." He sipped from her lips, brought his hands around to breasts and rolled her nipples. She made another of those noises in the back of her throat, her hips jerking in reaction. "And now," he smirked as he whispered against her lips and stared into her eyes as one hand slowly moved down her sternum, dipping into her belly button and across her soft stomach. "It's time to make you come. Time to drive you crazy."