The Best Friend Scandal - Lucia Jordan Page 0,47

I can’t get you out of my head. The moment I saw you in that first dress in my office, when my hand grazed against your back, all I have been able to think about is wanting you.”

I leaned up to kiss him and felt our bare chests press against each other. Every inch of skin felt as if it were reaching for him. I let my hands wander down his chest and torso, and then they stopped at the top of his pants and lingered there. Arlo placed his hands over mine and undid the buttons. When he slid them off and his massive cock fell from out of his clothes, a part of me that I’d never felt before started to tremble with excitement. I leaned back as he pulled the pants from off my legs and tossed them to the side of the room. When he crawled over me, I reached up to bring his face back down to mine and tilted my head up to kiss him again.

This time, I was the one to thrust my tongue inside of Arlo’s mouth first, and as soon as it met with his, he let his body sink onto mine. I could feel the warm, throbbing pulse between his legs, and I struggled to keep my body from squirming with excited energy and reckless longing beneath him. He lifted his mouth and kissed me on my temple as he looked into my eyes.

“You can never again forget how beautiful you are,” he said quietly.

My eyes diverted from his for a moment. I’d never really been that good with receiving compliments unless they were about my work. Arlo used his nose to brush against mine and bring my face back to look at his.

“I will never let you go a day without knowing how incredibly beautiful you are,” he said. “I will remind you each and every day. I will look at you in awe and astonishment, and I will make love to you over and over until, at last, you understand and see through my eyes how breathtaking you actually are.”

That sounded a lot like he wasn’t planning on a one-night stand. I mean, I knew that we were friends, of course, so it was really like a one-night stand. But it didn’t sound like he only wanted to be intimate this one time, and again, I let myself entertain the idea that Arlo and I might really be able to be together.

“Being a virgin isn’t something to be embarrassed about,” he said as he kissed the top of my lips softly. “It means that, if you let me, I will be able to make love to you in the delicious and revered way that you deserve. I will treat your body as the cherished space that it is, and I will forever be honored that you chose to give your virginity to me.”

I wanted to squeal at the top of my lungs how much I wanted him, and even more dangerously, I wanted to tell him how I felt about him. I wanted to tell him how I truly felt about him, but since it was way too soon to send him running for the hills, I kissed him instead and opened my thighs to wrap my legs around his body. I felt him between me, and I urged my body against his. When he started to push into me, my hands clenched the back of his shoulders. Arlo was slow and steady, and somehow, he was both strong and gentle at the same time. There was the most intense and explosively sensory feeling of pleasurable burning as he pushed his entire cock inside of me until he could go no farther. The feeling of fullness within me sent me body spiraling into an insatiable and erotic desire for more, as Arlo began to move inside of me.

There were no words to describe the feeling, no words to describe the level of stimulation as Arlo’s hands were touching me, and his tongue was kissing me, and his body was making love to me. It was all so much more than I had ever imagined. I rolled my hips in response to his movement, and when I did, Arlo moaned, and his back arched ever so slightly. The thought of being able to do something to him that pleasured him enough to make him lose control was exhilarating. I wanted this moment to last forever, and I could tell