Chapter 442: Chapter 441- Back door**

Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, skin still warm, the faint scent of sex and her perfume clinging to him.

The room was dim, only the low bedside lamp painting gold across his shoulders and chest and the sharp cut of his hips. He looked up when the bathroom door opened.

Ariana stepped out naked, silver hair now dry and loose, falling over one shoulder. In her hand was a small vial of lube.

She didn’t speak at first; she just walked to him slowly, hips swaying, the soft light catching on the curve of her waist and the swell of her ass.

She stopped between his knees, set the bottle on the mattress beside him, and brushed her fingers along his jaw.

“I cleaned myself… everywhere,” she said, voice low, almost shy, but her eyes were steady. “I know you’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Adrian’s breath caught. His hands flexed on his thighs, hesitation flickering across his face.

“Aria… you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” she cut in softly. She took his hand, guided it to the small of her back, then lower, letting his palm rest on the full curve of her ass. “I want you there tonight.”

The words went straight through him. A rough sound left his throat as he pulled her closer, lips brushing her stomach, then the soft skin just above her hip. His hands slid up, thumbs tracing the dimples at the base of her spine before spreading her gently, reverently.

He reached for the lube, clicked it open, and warmed a generous amount between his fingers. Ariana stayed standing, legs slightly apart, watching him with dark, trusting eyes.

The first touch was cool and slick against her tight ring. She exhaled shakily as he circled slowly, teasing, pressing just enough to make her shift her weight.

When his finger finally eased inside, slow and careful, her head fell back, lips parting on a quiet moan.

“Relax for me, love,” he murmured, voice thick. He worked her open with one finger, then two, scissoring gently, adding more lube until she was pushing back against his hand, breath coming faster.

By the time he curled three fingers inside her, stretching her, stroking that sensitive rim again and again, Ariana was trembling, thighs quivering, nails digging into his shoulders for balance.

“Adrian…” It came out needy, almost pleading.

He withdrew his fingers, wiped them on the towel, and coated himself generously.

Adrian guided her forward, gentle hands on her hips until she was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

The sheets were still rumpled from earlier; the faint scent of them lingered in the air. Ariana lowered herself to her elbows, back arching, silver hair spilling across the pillow as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

He knelt behind her, one palm stroking the length of her spine, soothing, reverent. The other hand guided his slick length to her entrance. He pressed forward slowly, just the head, giving her time to feel the stretch.

Ariana exhaled a shaky breath, fingers curling into the sheets. He paused, letting her adjust, then eased in another inch. The heat was overwhelming, tighter than anything he’d ever felt. A low groan rumbled out of him.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, voice rough.

She shook her head, pushing back the tiniest bit. “More.”

He gave it to her, slow, steady pressure until he was halfway in. Every small shift of her hips drew a soft gasp from her lips. When he finally seated himself fully, hips flush against her ass, they both stilled, breathing hard.

Adrian leaned over her, chest to her back, lips brushing the inked skin between her shoulder blades. “You feel incredible.”

He drew back just as slowly, then slid home again. The second stroke was smoother; the third smoother still. Ariana’s breath hitched, then turned into a low, surprised moan.

“Like that?” he asked, voice trembling with restraint.

“Yes… again.”

He set a careful rhythm, long, deliberate strokes that lit her up from the inside. Each time he bottomed out she pushed back to meet him, the hesitation melting out of her body. Her moans grew louder, less cautious, more hungry.

Adrian’s hands tightened on her hips. He quickened, just a fraction, the slap of skin growing sharper, wetter. Ariana dropped to her forearms, ass higher, taking him deeper, the angle making her cry out softly.

“God, yes… faster, please.”

That was all he needed.

His pace turned firm, steady, relentless, hips rolling in a way that dragged over every sensitive spot inside her. Ariana’s fingers clawed the sheets; her back bowed, silver hair swinging with every thrust. Pleasure built fast and bright behind her eyes.

She started rocking back to meet him, chasing it, breath coming in broken little sobs of bliss.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Just like that… I’m so close…”

Adrian growled low, one hand sliding beneath her to circle her clit in tight, slick strokes. The dual sensation shattered her.

She came with a sharp cry, body clamping down around him, pulsing waves that dragged him right over the edge with her.

He buried himself deep and stayed there, spilling inside her with a hoarse groan, arms wrapped around her waist as they both shook through the aftershocks.

When the tremors finally eased, he eased out carefully and pulled her down to the mattress, curling around her from behind, both of them breathless and smiling against sweat-damp skin.

Ariana didn’t let him catch his breath for long.

She twisted in his arms, pushed at his chest until he fell back against the pillows with a surprised laugh that turned into a groan when she straddled him again, this time facing him. Her thighs trembled, but her eyes were bright, wicked.

“Again,” she said simply, reaching behind to guide his still-hard length back to her slick, loosened entrance.

Adrian’s hands flew to her hips. “Aria, you’re—”

She sank down in one slow, deliberate glide, taking every inch until her ass rested against his thighs. Both of them shuddered. The stretch was deeper this way, fuller, and she paused only a heartbeat to feel him throb inside her.

Then she started to move.

Small rolls at first, testing, savoring the way he filled her completely. Her palms braced on his chest; silver hair curtained around them as she lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, setting a lazy, filthy rhythm.

Adrian’s head fell back, a low curse slipping out. “Fuck… you really like it there, don’t you?”

Ariana’s answer was to clench around him deliberately and rise higher, almost all the way off, before slamming back down hard enough to jolt the bed. His hips bucked involuntarily.

“Shut it,” she panted, but there was laughter in her voice, breathless and triumphant. “Just lie there and take it.”

He grinned up at her, hands sliding to grip her ass, spreading her wider so she could take him even deeper. “Yes, ma’am.”

She rode him harder after that, thighs burning, breasts bouncing with every downward thrust. The room filled again with the slick, rhythmic sound of her body claiming his, her soft moans mixing with his ragged ones.

Sweat beaded between her breasts; Adrian sat up just enough to lick it away, teeth grazing her collarbone. Ariana shoved him back down, pinned his wrists beside his head, and ground down in tight circles that made his eyes roll back.

“Stay,” she ordered, voice shaking with pleasure.

He could only groan her name as she took what she wanted, relentless, beautiful, completely in control, until they were both trembling on the edge again, chasing the next fall together.

Ariana’s rhythm turned frantic, hips snapping down hard and fast, chasing the bright, impossible heat building low in her belly. Adrian’s hands gripped her thighs, knuckles white, his own control fraying.

“Look at me,” he rasped.

She did. Silver hair stuck to her flushed cheeks; eyes wild, lips parted. Their gazes locked and the world narrowed to just the slick drag of him inside her, the slap of skin, the broken sounds spilling from both their throats.

She came first with a sharp, stunned cry, back arching, whole body locking tight around him. The clench of her dragged Adrian over the edge right after; he thrust up once, twice, and spilled deep with a hoarse groan, hips jerking helplessly beneath her.

For a breathless moment they stayed frozen, Ariana trembling atop him, Adrian buried to the hilt, pulsing inside her. Then her arms gave out.

She collapsed forward onto his chest in a boneless heap, silver hair fanning across his skin like silk. Adrian’s arms wrapped around her instantly, pulling her close, holding her as if she might float away. Their hearts hammered against each other, sweat cooling, breath mingling in the small space between their lips.

Neither spoke. They didn’t need to.

He pressed a lazy kiss to her damp temple; she nuzzled into the curve of his neck. Limbs tangled, bodies still joined, they let the quiet settle over them like the softest blanket, drifting together in the warm, perfect aftermath.

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A/N:- Aaaaand that’s it. You will see R-18 after twenty or so Chapters now.

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