Chapter 530: Chapter 529- Teasing and tasting**

The room was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single bedside lamp. The air carried the faint, warm scent of jasmine oil as Ariana lay face-down across the sheets, completely bare.

Her knees were tucked under her, hips lifted high, butt presented like an offering; full, round, and already glistening faintly from the heat of her own body.

Adrian knelt behind her, completely naked now.

He tipped the container she gave him, letting a slow, golden thread of oil drizzle down the cleft of her ass. It pooled briefly at the small of her back before he swept it downward with both palms, coating her cheeks in long, deliberate strokes.

His hands kneaded firmly, thumbs tracing the outer edges before sliding inward, spreading her just enough to watch the oil trickle over her tight little hole.

He circled it lazily with one slick fingertip—never pushing in, just teasing the sensitive ring until her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary twitch.

Ariana glanced back over her shoulder, lips curved in that signature teasing grin, eyes half-lidded and playful. “That all you got, my dear? Thought you were gonna make me beg?”

He smirked, not answering with words. Instead he let one hand drift lower, fingers gliding through the oil and her own growing wetness until he found her sex—already swollen, slick, and hot. He traced her folds without parting them at first, just feather-light pressure that made her breath hitch despite herself.

“Keep talking,” he said quietly, “see how long that attitude lasts.”

Two fingers slid inside her in one smooth glide, slow enough to let her feel every inch, deep enough to curl against that spot that always made her falter. Ariana’s grin flickered; her mouth opened on a silent gasp. She tried to push back for more, but Adrian’s other hand pressed down on the small of her back, pinning her in place.

He pumped slowly at first—long, dragging strokes—then added a third finger, stretching her just enough to make her toes curl into the sheets. His thumb found her clit, not rubbing fast like she liked when she was close, but pressing firm, steady circles that matched the rhythm inside her. The oil made everything slippery, obscene, the wet sounds filling the quiet room.

Ariana’s teasing smirk cracked. Her forehead dropped to the mattress, a broken little moan slipping out. “Adrian—fuck—don’t stop—”

“Didn’t plan to.” His voice was darker now, cock throbbing painfully as he watched her body start to tremble. He curled his fingers harder, thumb pressing just a fraction firmer, relentless.

Her hips jerked once, twice—then locked tight. A sharp, helpless cry tore from her throat as she came, walls pulsing and fluttering around his fingers, thighs shaking, ass clenching in rhythmic waves.

Oil and her own release glistened on his hand as he kept moving through it, slow and deep, drawing out every aftershock until she was whimpering, oversensitive, trying weakly to squirm away.

Only then did he ease his fingers out, trailing them up to smear the mess across one glistening cheek. He leaned over her back, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Still grinning, dear?” he whispered.

Ariana’s laugh came out shaky, breathless, face half-buried in the pillow. “Shut up… and take me already.”

He didn’t give Ariana time to catch her breath. He climbed over her, knees bracketing her hips, chest pressing down along her oiled back until she was pinned beneath him, ass still raised, body trembling from the aftershocks.

He gripped the base of his shaft, pressed the swollen head against her slick entrance, and pushed in—slow at first, letting her feel the stretch, the heavy slide of him filling her inch by inch. Ariana’s breath hitched, fingers twisting in the sheets.

“Fuck—Adrian—” Her voice cracked, half moan, half plea.

He bottomed out with a low groan, hips flush against her ass, holding there for a heartbeat so she could feel every throbbing inch buried deep. Then he pulled back almost all the way out—teasing—before slamming back in hard enough to make her whole body jolt forward.

He set a brutal pace—fast, deep, punishing. Each thrust drove her knees wider, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. One hand snaked around to her chest, cupping one full breast, fingers pinching and rolling her nipple while the other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to arch her spine sharper.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he says but the way she was moaning, it didn’t appear she was about to complain.

Ariana’s teasing grin was long gone—replaced by open-mouthed gasps, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. She pushed back to meet him, greedy, desperate, her pussy clenching tight around him with every punishing drive.

He felt her start to tighten, that telltale flutter, her thighs quivering. He angled his hips lower, grinding against that spot inside her on every forward thrust while his fingers on her nipple tugged harder.

“Come on, Aria—give it to me,” he rasped, pounding faster, deeper, the bed creaking under them.

Her cry broke sharp and sudden—body locking, walls spasming violently around his cock as she came hard, soaking him, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

She sobbed out his name, face pressed into the pillow, butt clenching in rhythmic pulses that nearly dragged him over the edge with her.

Adrian slowed just enough to ride her through it—long, grinding strokes that kept her trembling—until her cries softened into whimpers. Only then did he still, buried to the hilt, breathing ragged against her neck.

He pressed a slow, kiss to the curve of her shoulder, voice rough and dark.

“You good?”

Ariana let out a shaky, breathless laugh, voice wrecked. “You’re… gonna kill me.”

“Not yet,” he murmured, hips giving one lazy roll that made her gasp again. “We’re just getting started.”

Ariana grumbled and then pushed him back on the bed.

Adrian didn’t resist and lay down, watching her with a hungry gaze as the woman turned to face him.

Her forehead glistened with sweat, a few droplets sliding between her breasts.

Dark tattoos slithered their way down her neck and cupped her right under the breast.

She looked erotic through and through.

She then straddled his lap and asked, “So? What do you want? Which one?”

She asked, rolling her hips, his manhood pressed against his pelvis, making him groan.

Adrian slowly opened his eyes and said, “You know me best.”

Ariana grinned before lifting her butt.

She positioned his mushroom head against the small back entrance.

She took a deep breath and said, “This…is going to take some time.”

Adrian crossed his arms behind his head and said, “I am a patient man.”

She exhaled slowly, deliberately, letting her body relax as much as it could. The oil—still warm from earlier—made everything slick, glistening along the cleft of her ass and coating his cock in a glossy sheen.

She sank down an inch.

Ariana’s lips parted on a sharp inhale, fingers digging into Adrian’s chest for balance. Her nails left faint red crescents against his skin.

“Fuck,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. Her thighs trembled on either side of his hips.

Adrian didn’t move—arms still casually crossed behind his head, muscles taut under the skin—but his eyes were locked on her face, drinking in every flicker of expression. The way her brows pinched, the way her mouth softened into something vulnerable when the stretch started to burn just right.

Another inch. Then another.

She rocked in tiny, careful motions—never quite lifting off, just easing down a fraction more each time. The oil helped enormously; it let him glide where friction would have stopped her cold. Still, it was only their second time, and her body remembered every bit of the unfamiliar fullnes

Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him involuntarily, gripping like they weren’t sure whether to push him out or pull him deeper.

A low, broken moan slipped from her throat when she felt the widest part of him stretch her open. Her head tipped back, silver hair spilling over her shoulders, sweat tracing shiny paths down the ink that curled beneath her breast.

He finally uncrossed his arms. One hand came up to rest lightly on her hip—not guiding, just stabilizing—while the other slid up her thigh in a slow, soothing stroke.

“Look at me,” he said quietly.

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and dark. She held his stare as she sank another careful inch… then another. The last resistance gave way with a soft, slick sound, and suddenly her ass settled flush against his pelvis. Every thick inch of him was buried inside her, stretching her to the absolute limit.

“Whole thing,” she rasped, voice wrecked. A shaky, triumphant little grin tugged at her lips despite the way her eyes were glassy. “Told you… it’d take time.”

Adrian’s hands slid to her waist, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above her hips. His cock throbbed deep inside her, impossibly hard, but he stayed perfectly still, letting her feel every heartbeat of him filling her completely.

He knew he must take this carefully…but his self restraint was already breaking.

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