Chapter 125


    My hands turn to ws without meaning to, raking my nails down his back as he repeats the move that


    has us both moaning out, breathingbored. Getting lost as hees in for another kiss, but like some


    demon inside of me has been unleashed with what he is doing to me, I cling to him with every thrust,


    every groan and moan, hands roaming his entire back and shoulders, even gripping his ass when he


    starts to move with more purpose.


    He rocks in against me, hands cupping my face and bodiespletely in sync, locking eyes on me,


    making me crazy with how much my body wants to explode from the one million overwhelmingly


    amazing sensations ripping through my core with every confident thrust from him. He looks lost in what


    we’re doing too, unable to keep his eyes on me as they get heavier and shut, tipping his jaw into my


    neck and breathing against me hard when he ups the tempo and I lose control.


    What starts as slow, romantic sex, easy movements and eyes locked, turns hot and hard and


    completely out of either of our control in what feels like seconds, because I simply turn into some crazy


    wanton devil who wants more than romantic soft sex.


    Like a power of frustration being unleashed in a tidal wave and try as he might to keep what we’re


    doing on the low key, we are soon grinding, panting and ravaging each another until the bed rocks and


    the headboard starts thudding off the wall in quick session. He pulls my knee up on one side to


    angle into me harder, to help him gain momentum and soon has me pounded to the bed, the springs


    creaking, biting his lip while he frowns sexily, wing at his chest and nibbling any part of him I can


    reach.


    Caught up in a frenzy of hard thrusts, groaning, moaning, as my body erupts in a million explosions


    around him, an orgasm ripping through me so fast, like before, and itpletely takes my breath away.


    I pant, cry out, spasm and arch below him, but do not let go when he tries to give me time to recover. I


    hold him, urge him not to stop and find the desire returning equally fast to keep going, gripping on tight.


    “Don’t stop. Not until we both get there.” I gasp between moans, his mouth against my face as he rocks


    back into me at speed once more, finding a natural rhythm between us. Arrick pushes my hands to the


    bed, to control the way I’m spearing him with my nails, fingers entangled, head buried in my neck as he


    thrusts into me with the pent-up tension that has been building between us for weeks. Grinding into me,


    making me gasp with every thrust.


    He’s still trying to be gentle; I can feel the way he’s holding back, trying to stay in control and I am


    willing him to unleash himself. I trust him, I want him to be able to be who he is with me too. I don’t


    believe for one second that my passionate, fight loving Carrero is a tame lover, I can feel so much more


    bristling within him and I’m urging it toe out and face me. I want that side to him, to be the one who


    he lets it loose on and shows me what he’s really like.


    I wriggle and squirm as the intensity builds again, body on fire, aching, growing in heat and sensation


    for the second time and feeling like I am about to be torn apart with the summit of this climax. I tighten


    my legs around his waist in a bid to control how hard he is pounding into me, his hands letting me go


    as he instead grabs my thighs and sits up to his knees, pulling my body with him so he can lever me,


    lifting my butt off the bed without changing rhythm. I arch against him, moaning so loudly and reach to


    w at him,pletely set free and uncaring about how much noise I am making. I find my own


    natural motion, grinding with his body moving my hips to match the waves of pleasure.


    Arrick seems to be starting to let go too, less gentle as he grips me, thrusts harder and looks a lot less


    serene and calm than the Arry I know. This Arry looks capable of pushing me up against a wall and


    blowing my mind with hard sex, and yet it doesn’t scare me or take me any ce except right here. I


    want it, I want more.


    I push my shoulders into the bed as the first waves sweep up from my toes, heat and tingles engulfing


    me as I arch so far back that my whole spine lifts up and my pelvis is pushed more into his, making me


    cum spectacrly. I can’t contain the wracking explosion that hits me, or the way my body convulses


    for the second time, or literally how crazy wild I go, lost in my ecstasy and release,pletely oblivious


    to anything else. Arrick lifts me up so I’m catapulted against him mid-orgasm, and I end up straddling


    him as he slumps back onto his ass. He grabs my hips and grinds me down onto hisp so the


    intensity doubles and I literally cry out in his face, mouth gaping, hard thrusts through every wave until


    my body can’t take anymore. Gasping in surrender andpletely reliant on him to hold me up when


    my body releases the tidal wave and I stab him with my ws as I grip on through the ultimate climax


    that wracks me from inside out.


    “Jesus, Sophie.” Arrick’s voice brings me around and I realize he’s back on top of me, I’m t on the


    bed once more and uncurling my grip from his shoulders, definite puncture wounds from where I


    grabbed onto him but at least he’s smiling. He rolls off me and flops back on the bed with a massive


    exhale that makes him sound exhausted so suddenly, raising a shoulder and looking behind him as he


    does so. “Baby … I did not take you for a scratcher. Holy shit, I look like I’ve been at it with a wildcat.


    Fuck, that was better than good. I don’t think I expected that turnaround. Are you okay though?” He


    grins and rolls back to me, kissing me on the mouth as I lie panting and reveling in the left-over tingles


    still consuming my body. I can barely breathe, let alone smile or react to the fact I have probably


    scarred him for life. Permanent disfigurement while having sex is surely not normal.


    “I’m better than okay, that felt really … really good! And, I’m sorry.” I pant breathlessly, unsure how to


    feel about the fact that I definitely want to do that again, as soon as I recover my breathing and maybe I


    should cut my nails off. My body has just metplete satisfaction in a way I never knew it could, and


    although he did make me cum after Le’s party, it never felt anywhere near as mind-blowing as these


    two did. I’m floating on cloud nine and I feel like he should maybe live between my thighs permanently


    now.


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    To think I have had him for thest few weeks and haven’t been making use of this all that time.


    Pretty sure if I had known what wasing I wouldn’t have let him out of bed for thest few weeks. At


    all.


    “Don’t be. I always did like a little bit of rough. Guess you really are the perfect girl after all. I’m happy


    that it felt good, that’s kind of the point.” He winks at me and I shake my head at him, sated, exhausted


    suddenly andpletely rxed in every way as though I have just had ten full-body massages in one


    go. He looks over his shoulder and then under his arm, feeling with his fingers at his back and upper


    shoulder for the raised marks that are probably glowing viciously.


    “How bad is it?” I ask, regaining a little control and struggle to sit up and see, suddenly feeling majorly


    guilty that I did get a little wild and maybe I really have hurt him. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it,


    so caught up in passion and mind-blowing sex that I had no idea I was marking him like a feral beast.


    “Bad? I’m being serious. Nothing is more of a turn-on than your girlfriend wing shit out of you


    because what you’re doing obviously works for her.” He winks at me; apletely unashamed


    Casanova move with a twinkle in his eye that makes me eye roll.


    “There’s clearly something wrong with you.” I giggle and flop back down, a little smug that I’m realizing


    we did it. We had sex, from start to finish and are lying hereughing about it and it doesn’t feel weird


    or wrong at all. I did it. I got through it. I don’t feel anything that I thought I would feel, and not once,


    while he was inside of me did Ipare it in any way or think about the past. I really did it. I’m so


    happy inside that I cannot even exin the immense wave of emotion it’s causing me.


    “You think so? Maybe I’m just man enough to handle you in all your untamed wildness; you look crazily


    sexy right now.” Arrick smiles and swoops in at me, kissing me on the mouth a little passionately and I


    seriously wonder how soon he can be ready for round two. Already my little tingly body is limbering up


    for another go at my hot stallion.


    His fingers trace my cheeks and he smiles at me adoringly; for the first time in so long, there’s a


    complete rxed look on his face, every part of him satisfied and I wonder how long it’s been since he


    actually had sex. I don’t want to know. I want to tell myself that since we kissed so long ago, she hasn’t


    touched him, even though I know that’s probably wrong.


    It doesn’t matter. None of that matters anymore.


    “Orgasm glow definitely works for you … I really want to do that again.” He grins and lets me go to


    reach across to the bedside to grab a bottle of water. He takes a drink and offers it to me, but I only


    shake my head and watch him deposit it back where he got it. Eyes glued to that stunning profile and


    sexy half-smile he can’t seem to wipe off his face and love him so much more than I ever thought


    possible.


    “I’m not stopping you.” I smile saucily and maneuver myself to his body, curling up against him in a bid


    to move things along once more; high on happy adrenaline for doing this. More than a little confident he


    could do that to me again with zero bad reactions, as many times as he wanted, every second of every


    day. I think I just found my new addiction and I may even love it more than clothes, or even shoes!


    “Maybe once is enough for now. I don’t want to push it … we still need to see how you go and we also


    have a hot jacuzzi waiting for us. Then food, and you know how much you love your food. This was a


    big deal, Sophie, we need to let your emotions catch up and take time to process. Don’t think I don’t


    know how huge this is. I do.” He ponders my face seriously, hand cupping my cheek and thumb


    caressing my skin lightly. He looks so protective that I hug him tighter.


    “I know. I don’t want to ruin it by talking about it though. Don’t make it a thing.” I frown and then feel


    stupid that I even said it out loud, but he nods understandably and strokes my face.


    “Come on then, distraction is always better.” Arrick rolls away from me and gets up, holding a hand out


    to me, obviously in no way shy about beingpletely butt naked and for a second I honestly don’t


    know where to look. Seeing himpletely starker’s ispletely different to letting him have his way


    with me naked. Now the lust fueled haze has dispersed, it does seem weirdly awkward. I blush and


    look anywhere but at him.


    “Really? I can do all that to you and yet you get shy now?” Heughs and pulls me to him by the ankle


    when he gets fed up waiting. I squeal as he picks me up and pulls me into his arms to carry like a bride


    to be, at least up here I don’t have to avert my eyes.


    “It’s not like I’ve seen you undressed a whole lot okay? It takes some getting used to.” I am still trying


    not to look at anything but his face, but he rolls his eyes at me and grins.


    “I am pretty much imprinting you naked to memory and insist we both walk around like this every day.


    In fact, I need pictures, where’s your phone, you are sending me naked selfies.” He jokes and turns as


    though he really is going to go find it. Looking decidedly wicked and thoroughly serious.


    “Not a chance. You think I don’t know Nate uses your phone when you’re in the ring? He has called me


    on it before to tell me when you’re winning.” I hold a palm in front of his face. I’ll never let him get a


    single naked shot of me when his phone is passed around his promo team so easily. I would never face


    any of them again and I don’t want anyone but him to ever see me this way.


    “Baby?” He looks wounded, seriously disappointed that I’mying down thew on this. Obviously had


    his mind set on some saucy nude shots of me, for real.


    “Men!! Have sex one time and they turn weird on you.” I giggle at his juvenile expression, the way he


    narrows his frown at me and then puts me down on my feet when we get to the bathtub.


    “Get in, it’s time for some clean fun, as opposed to the dirty fun we just had.” He pretends to sulk, and I


    lean in and ssh some bubbles at him with a giggle. I obediently step in the tub and sit down, then


    shimmy forward when he gets in behind me, the temp is still hot, and the water jets are crazily good on


    my body. I keep expecting this to turn weird or different, like a looming mood to suddenly jump up and


    ruin it all for me, but despite what we just did, it still feels the same, sort of. I don’t feel weird around


    him, or that we did anything worse than cuddling up or kissing. He isn’t acting like it’s a big deal, and I


    guess it’s making me rx too. Suddenly, instead of this being a huge thing it feels right like we haven’t


    even done anything major at all.


    “Ahh, stings!” Arrick cringes against me and lifts his arm out of the water to look at the nail marks I left


    on him, inching forward against me, and looking back over his shoulder.”


    “Stop being a baby. You said you liked it.” I pout petntly, feeling guiltier now about leaving him with


    scratch marks, wing the shit out of him was not exactly something I imagined doing during our


    romantic first time. The first pangs of something inside me, close to shame, sidle up and I push it back


    down with a heavy sigh.


    “I do … it just hurts when submerged in girly infused bubble water. I need to man up living with you, or


    next time avoid climbing in a tub that was meant for you. I’m going to smell like a woman after this.”


    Arrick slides me between his legs as he inches down in the tub, resting his head in the back and


    leaning me against his chest, holding me against him.


    “Technically, I don’t live with you. But manning up might be a good idea if all you can worry about is


    smelling like a girl and some minor stings from little girl scratches. Jeeze, here I thought you were a big


    manly MMA pro.” I smirk and close my eyes, leaning my head against his muscled pecs and closing my


    eyes as hot water soothes every inch of my aching body. I needed this and feel exhausted so suddenly.


    I guess having two orgasmic explosions one after the other really takes it out of you.


    “Umm, womanly w gauges, actually! Maybe you should?” Arrick stiffens a little, his head lifting, and I


    guess he’s looking at me. I pause too, realizing what he’s saying, as it sucker punches me in the gut. I


    sit up suddenly, turn and nce back at him over my shoulder warily. Stomach flipping over with


    nerves.


    “What?” I eye him up suspiciously unsure if he just asked me to move in, or if he is making some weird


    and vague joke while I’m almost falling asleep.


    “Move in with me.” He repeats it confidently with a shrug, like it’s a nothing suggestion and I hesitate.


    So much colliding in my head that I don’t know what to say. So much we are still trying to figure out


    between us, everything so new. I mean we only just mastered proper sex for the first time and he’s


    talking about cohabiting.


    Shit.


    “I … It’s a bit sudden, isn’t it?” I frown at him and then turn to look at anything but him, so I don’t fall into


    complete panic or guilt over being unable to say yes. I lie back against him as he pulls me to him,


    giving me no choice really, arms circling me and tightening around me. He shrugs behind me.


    “Only if you count us from a month ago, but I don’t. I realized somewhere along the way that I have


    been head over heels for you for a long time. I can’t even tell you when it started, but I know it was


    probably before I even came out to live here. Not seeing you for weeks put my head into perspective


    and that I guess I’ve loved you for a lot longer than I wanted to admit. I couldn’t deny it anymore.


    Sophie, you’re the reason I never let anyone else evene close to getting in, not even Tasha. You


    always had the part of me they wanted.” He slides his arms around my shoulders, kisses the back of


    my head and then lets me go as he reaches for a sponge, dipping it in the water and starts squeezing


    water over my upper body. That lurch in my stomach at what he’s saying nearly kills me, so much love,


    so much I want to hear, and yet I’m floundering over him wanting more from me and I don’t even know


    why.


    “I don’t know … I need time to think about it … I mean we only just …” I sigh and let out a gust of air in


    complete detion, feeling cornered and confused, upset by his confession even though at the same


    time it makes me want to squeeze him tight. I know I want him; I need him. But there is still that part of


    me that is afraid to take thest step off the ledge and give all into this. So much still turning and


    twisting in my heart from the past.


    Natasha still a constant headache even though he keeps reassuring me, proving to me that she doesn’t


    matter, and I know I am fixating on her when I shouldn’t be. I thought I would feel more sure than this,


    that being with him would feel like I was secure. Not always hiding my worries and niggles from him in


    fear that he will get pissed at my jealousy and constant need for reassurance. I hate that it’s how I feel.


    I always thought I was stronger than this, but he has a way of getting underneath all of that and making


    me feel vulnerable. It’s not that easy to let someone see you stripped bare and trust them not to wound


    you again when you’re struggling to forgive them for the first time. It’splex.


    As levelheaded as he can be, he can be aplete ass when ites to irrational jealousy. I


    remember a girl about three years ago, who called him in a rage after they had been on a few dates


    because he was snapped with another girl at a premiere with Jake. He pretty much hung up on her icily


    after telling her he was done. It ys over in my head all the timetely, knowing how much he hates


    feeling suffocated.


    He’s not the jealous type really, I mean that night in the club he attacked that sleaze, but it was


    provoked. Generally, he doesn’t seem to care if some guy is smiling my way. Thest month so many


    men have approached me when we are out together, and he shakes his head and kisses me to stake


    his im smugly; he finds it amusing. Tells me the highestpliment a guy can get is other men


    trying to hook their woman, so I don’t think he can understand how it feels.


    “Take as much time as you need. It’s an open-ended request. I want you with me, always.” He goes on


    with running the sponge over my shoulders and down my hair delicately. Seemingly unfazed with my


    sort of rejection and I rx a little, knowing he isn’t the type to ever pressure me. Hoping he still


    understands that maybe I need a little more time.


    “I’ll think about it.” I sigh and close my eyes, head back to being filled with so many contradicting


    thoughts that I had been sure sex would fix. Maybe he was right, after all, sex isn’t the cure to


    everything.