Arianna Rose: The Awakening (Part 2) by Christopher Martucci, Jennifer Martucci

and brushed her teeth, she looked at the clothes she’d hastily grabbed to sleep in.  A tank top and yoga pants hardly seemed like seductive attire.  She’d seen girls at school walk around wearing less clothing; clothing that had been far more enticing .  Regardless, it was all she’d brought so she slipped the outfit on, not bothering to put a bra on.  Hers was not from a fancy retailer and didn’t have all of the push-up features men liked.  She opened the door and walked to the bed she supposed she’d sleep on, the one closest to the bathroom.  She pulled down the duvet and the sheet and slipped beneath them.
    “Good night,” she said to Luke.
    “Going to sleep now?” he asked.
    “Aren’t you?”
    “Not right this second.”
    “Oh, I thought you were tired.  I just assumed you wanted to go to sleep .”
    “I’m tire d, but I don’t need to go to sleep right this second or anything,” he said.
    “Okay, then come on over,” she said and patted the space in front of her.
    Luke walked over to her bed and sat.  She pulled the coverings off her legs and sat on top of them before folding them like a pretzel.  She looked at him for a moment.  He looked incredible.  His mussed hair was not spiked up as he normally wore it and was free of gel , and his tattoos were plainly visible.  She reached out and touched the dragon on his forearm and watched as the hairs on his arm rose.  “I like this one a lot,” she said tracing it.  “Did it hurt?”
    “It wasn’t too bad,” he said and she heard the slightest tremble in his voice . 
    She allowed her fingertips to glide gently up his arm to his shoulder.  He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation and her fin gers skimm ed the length of his neck up to the back of his hair before sliding back down his throat past his collar bone and down his chest.  His eyes remained closed and she could see the fitful pounding in his neck again.  She leaned in and grazed the throbbing pulse point with her lips.  When she pulled back, he watched her, his silvery gaze attentive.  He reached out and cupped her face with his hand s then bent toward her. He kissed her tenderly.  She tilted her head and welcomed the warmth of his lips against hers.  His mouth was soft and his kiss was sweet.  She felt the world fall silent save for the sound of her heart racing in her chest.  His tongue traced her lower lip and t he feeling sent a shiver through her , raising goose bumps on her skin.  She ran her hand up his arm again, over his shoulder and twisted it in his hair .  He drew in a breath through his nose and pulled her toward him.  She obliged by climbing on to his lap, one leg on either side of his hips.  His lips began crushing hers, his kiss deeper, more passionate.  She could feel his excitement between her legs, rubbing pleasantly against her. 
    His mouth left hers and traveled down to her jaw first then her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in its wake.  His hands slid up her back and brushed the sides of her breasts and every part of her ached for his touch.  When his hand slipped under the narrow strap of her tank top, it was she who inhaled sharply, the anticipation of his move overwhelming.  The band fell off her shoulder and exposed to top of her breast.  He lowered his mouth to the soft mound and warmth pooled low in her belly, twisting longingly.  His chin lowered the fabric of her top further, revealing more of her willing body.  She arched her back toward him, welcoming him.  Eager to explore her further, h e took a hardened peak between his lips and ran his tongue over it, teasing and tantalizing the sensitive skin.  Arianna moaned then pushed him back against the bed, unable to withstand the desire that burned inside her a moment longer.  She slid his short s from his hips and started to push his boxers down as well.
    “Arianna,” he said breathlessly.  “Are you sure you want to do this?”
    “Yes, Luke,” she panted.