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

“I’m sure.”
    He sat up quickly , unexpectedly and pulled open the drawer of the nightstand.   He grabbed a foil covered square.
    “Ah, you listened to my mother,” Arianna whispered seeing the condom.
    “Please don’t talk about your mother now,” he said and climbed on top of her.  “ Are you sure you’re sure,” he asked again.   “You really want to do this?”
    “Shut up and kiss me already,” Arianna said and slipped her yoga pants off.  
    His eyes roamed her nearly naked body.  He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
    His hands slipped under the hem of her tank top and he lifted the material up over her head.  His skin against hers felt blissfully warm.  He stared at her exposed chest with appreciation and her nipples hardened with excitement.  He lowered his mouth and kissed the valley between them before taking a firm tip into his mouth again.  Rippling need wavered through her body.  Her hands slid down to the waistband of his boxer shorts and she began pushing them down.  His hands left her breasts and found their way down her waist.  His fingers slipped underneath her underwear and began drawing them down .  He slipped them off her hips and down her thighs then tossed them aside.  Once they were off and resting on the nightstand, she parted her legs and felt him enter her. 
    Arianna clutched the duvet as he drew his body against hers.  She wrapped her legs around his thighs and pushed against him, urging him.  He moved slowly at first and she closed her eyes reveling in the feel of him.  She focused on their bodies moving in sync as one.  She glanced up at him briefly, and saw the intensity in the set of his jaw.  One side of his mouth curved up, a half smile, and she closed her eyes again.
    Behind her lids, however, an imaged flashed, an unwelcome image.  Golden hair and fair skin , and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.  De smond appeared in her mind .  She tried desperately to block the image, intent on not ruining her intimate moment with Luke.  But his image persisted .  His likenes s stood before her bare chested.  H is broad, muscled body highlighted by bright sunlight, golden light that matched his hair.  Suddenly, she was with him, naked. They were both in a grassy clearing.  He stared at her hungrily, unwaveringly, and a smil ed did not touch his features.   He looked upon her, his eyes smoldering pools of tropical water, with pure lust.  With his rippling muscles tensed and the desirous look in his eyes, he looked like a warrior about to descend on an adversary, but none were present; only her.  Luke’s ragged breathing in her ear warned that he was nearing climax.  She wanted to join him, but couldn’t shake Desmond’s nude body from her mind.  Perhaps subconsciously, she did not want to.  She opened her eyes again for a split second and glimpsed Luke’s face, a mask of concentration before closing them again, and returning to Desmond.  Only when she did, it was Desmond atop her, his face confident, his cerulean gaze trained on her.  She imagined her hands tracing the swollen peaks and valleys of his powerful chest and shoulders and felt a tremor of pure bliss overtake her.  The image of Desmond triggered small bursts of light behind her eyelids as her body contracted around Luke.  A quiver of ecstasy caused her to cry out and within seconds, Luke panted in release then collapsed atop her.  She could feel his arms trembling as he lifted himself up to kiss her.
    “That was amazing,” he breathed in her ear.
    “It was, wasn’t it,” she whispered back as a wave of guilt washed over her.  She hadn’t planned to picture Desmond as they ’d made love.  He’d just appeared unexpectedly, uninvited.  Yet, the thought of him, undressed, inside of her, had aroused her in a way she’d never experienced.  But she had been with Luke, not Desmond.  Another wave of guilt swelled, threatened to drown her as