2 Months Ago

Mid December (4 Months Pregnant)

I press the button on the tiny remote and a fire pops up in the fireplace. I press the button to the sound system allowing music to echo off the empty spaces of the suite. Phoenix leans back relaxing into the couch as he sips a bourbon on the rocks.

The image of him in front of the fire is postcard picturesque. "I could take a picture of you right now, sitting here all cozy in front of the fireplace wearing that cable-knit sweater and jeans with your glass of bourbon in hand and literally make a holiday greeting. And be proud, sending it out to all our friends. Merry Christmas!" I sip on my pineapple juice with umbrella and fruit garnish.

The seductive beat of Praiz's "Somebody" adds an aire of sexiness to the atmosphere.

Phoenix laughs. He's gorgeous in the glow of the fire. His immaculately trimmed mustache and goatee and those dark mysterious eyes, as if he's always calculating, always thinking, always figuring something out, even when he seems at rest. He doesn't stop. This man is relentless.

"I love you." I whisper and kiss his bourbon-stained lips. The taste of which reminds me of a life lived before this whirlwind of man showed up. Life in the club serving drinks, wearing next to nothing, wondering what I was going to do after college. Before I was sure of anything, not even of myself. And now I'm here with him and he only has eyes for me. I have it all, the guy, the job, the life. This is a dream. It's every girl's wildest dream.

Phoenix swirls the bourbon around in his glass before swallowing the last gulp. He leans into me. "Come here."

His lips are exceptionally soft and inviting and contrast against the stubble on his face, but I love it all because it's him. His face lightly grazes mine as we seemingly float while he kisses my neck and ears. Magically, I unfold because I have no choice. He's learned my landscape; he knows where the land mines are and precisely where the keys are kept that open all my doors.

"I've been waiting all day for this," he confesses. "It's been two days." He bites my neck ever so slightly. "I missed you, babe." He kisses my shoulder and gently pulls my sweater over my head.

I oblige and allow him to undress me.

"How?" I ask breathing deeply. "How could you possibly miss me? I've been here the whole time." I whisper.

"I wasn't close enough." He pants. Then he snags the vegan fur throw from the sofa and lays it out on the floor for me. "I need to be in you, Ari." He leads me to the floor in front of the fireplace.

I gulp.

He unbuttons my jeans and slowly pulls down the zipper. I lift up. He pulls my pants down and off. The warmth radiating off the fire feels fantastic. I lay back into the fur and watch. Phoenix raises up on his knees, lifts his sweater over his head and tosses it to the side. His chiseled arms, incredibly toned abs, to-die-for pecs and that sexy deep V leading to his treasure trove make my mouth water.

I gulp.

His chest muscles flex as he peers down and unbuttons his jeans. He belongs on the cover of a fitness magazine. I stare unabashed, unwilling to miss a single detail. My eyes follow the trail of hair growing downward towards his groin. Anticipation builds as he unzips his fly then pulls down his jeans. Black boxer briefs cloak his sculpted lower half as he stands to remove his pants. Balancing myself on my elbows, I cross my legs and don't dare to turn away. Phoenix stares into me. His eyes are so dark, so piercing, so intense I have to catch my breath. This man doesn't let up. Slowly he pulls his briefs down and takes them off.

Why are my eyes watering?

Don't start crying. Not now.

These aren't tears of sadness . . .

The flicker of flames makes shadows dance on his masterpiece of a body.

I gulp.

Phoenix lowers himself to my level and crawls toward me. Without having to guess, I know what he wants. I uncross my legs as WizKid's "Fever" sets off irresistible, erotic vibes.

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Without saying a word and never breaking eye contact, he crawls between my legs, sniffing and softly nipping around my honey pot. He bites and tugs at my lace panties with his teeth. Breathing deeply, I pull my black panties down. He takes them between his teeth and drags them down my leg, setting them aside. He comes back between my legs, breathing, hovering causing my skin to prickle in spite of the heat emanating from the fire.

Exposing my clit to the open air makes me want to put it in his mouth. I open my legs wider as he hovers closer.

He takes the bait and like ice cream, laps me up, French kissing my clit as if it's my mouth. Deeply. Passionately. The sensual movement of his lips and tongue prompt my body to prepare for him to enter me, my love begins to overflow. He slides up between my legs and lines our bodies up perfectly. His bare skin on my bare skin, his manhood against my womanhood, his face to my face. Already wet, his lips interlock with mine and I taste myself. The slippery wetness tastes like intoxicating, slightly flavored pineapple water. I pull him in closer and kiss him deeper.

Phoenix takes his dick and dips it in my ocean. "My divine. That's mine," he whispers so close to my ear it causes pulses of untamed energy to ripple up my spine.

"Yes." I pant. "This divine is yours."

"That's mine," he moans. It's almost as if the longer he remains outside of me, the more pain he experiences. He finally gives in, pushes past my walls and enters me for relief.

I envelope him entirely.

The excitement of having him inside me after such a long absence makes my body cream and overflow the moment he enters. He presses himself into the deepest parts of me again and again and again, rocking my body like a raft on an ocean wave. My hands find their way to his flexed pecs then down his rock hard six pack as I wrap my arms around him, egging him to go faster deeper, faster deeper, so much faster and so much deeper. I cuff his perfect ass as he drills down, deeper inside.

He breathes breathlessly into my ear. Shadows from the flames lick the ceiling.

I grip his ass tighter. "Fuck me," I whisper. "Harder."

Phoenix drops it down harder.

"Harder," I whisper.

He responds by lifting his body into a plank so he can look down and watch as his dick comes out and goes in deeper.

I guide his waist exactly how I want it. "Like this." I hiss.

"Ssss." He breathes into my mouth.

I latch onto his lips and tongue as I continue guiding him. I don't care about anything. I just don't give a fuck. Nothing is as important as Phoenix in this moment. I pull him into me and push him just as fast, over and over and over, again and again.

"Give it to me." I whisper.

"I'ma give it to you, alright." He pants into my mouth before locking his tongue with mine.

Still in a plank position, he bites down on his bottom lip. He rolls his narrow hips up and down, in and out, thrusting his manhood in and out. He slips and slides in and out, in and out, in and out. Faster and deeper. His control is beginning to wane as he bucks like a wild mare.

"Take me there." I dare him.

"You know I will. Don't you know who I am?" he asks, never missing a beat. He doesn't stop. He's relentless.

I dare not flinch as I grip his muscular arms, steeling myself for what's to come. My mouth opens and no words come out. Without warning, I let go.

"Ohh!" A loud, throaty moan escapes my lips as all the tension in my body surges to area right above my womanhood and detonates, releasing a tidal wave of wetness. In the blink of a split of a second, everything around me seems to explode and dismantle into shattered splinters, like a broken mirror. The room around us, the fire next to us, the rug we're laying on. I've climaxed harder than I've ever climaxed. There is nothing, no one, but us.

I close my eyes to calm my ocean. "I know you," I tell him. "I know who you are."

Phoenix follows closely behind me. His muscles tense as he lands his last thrust and buries his dick deep inside me, pouring himself into me.

"Ahh!" He lets out a moan, the neighbors could undoubtedly hear and holds himself still has his cock shudders in the aftershocks of his earthquake. He releases himself and lays to my side, pushing the throw away to cool off and catch his breath.

I look over at him.

Damn, he's fine.

Phoenix leans over to kiss me on the cheek.

"You continue to surprise me, Mr. Prescott."

Phoenix smiles sleepily. "You're the shit, Ms. Davenport." He gets up and staggers to the bedroom and comes back with wet wipes and another plush, red throw.

I snag a few wipes and clean up. "Thank you."

"Welcome, my love," he replies, eyelids heavy. He lays down, getting cozy on the throw, while wrapping up in the second throw with me. We spoon comfortably, watching the flames glow and flicker.

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When she's in it, she's in it. Aria seems to be a woman of extremes. Thoughts? Tap that Star! Muah.