After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's Aunt-in-Law-Chapter 227: Don’t Drink and Ride**
Aria took him past her cherry-red lips.
The overwhelming size of him filled her mouth completely, stretching her cheeks. Aria let out a muffled, enthusiastic hum, bobbing her head down. She was sloppy, wet, and shamelessly eager.
She swirled her tongue around the broad, swollen head, tasting the salty musk of his pre-cum.
"Fuck," Damien hissed, his head falling back against the plush carpet.
Aria pumped her small hand along the thick base, trying to take him deeper, but she pushed down a fraction too far and gave a slight gag. She pulled off with a wet pop, giggling as a thin string of saliva connected her glossy lips to his glistening tip.
"Oops, went too deep," Aria slurred. She pouted, "You’re too big, Damien."
Damien let out a rough, breathless laugh, his hands coming up to lightly tangle in the messy rose-gold curls falling over her shoulders. "You’re doing perfectly. Just use your tongue, baby."
Aria obeyed, diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. She licked the sensitive underside of his shaft, flicking her tongue rapidly against his frenulum.
Damien’s hips began to involuntarily jerk upward, chasing the wet heat of her mouth. He gritted his teeth, his chest heaving as she sucked him off with a desperation that made his vision blur white at the edges.
"Aria," Damien choked out, his hips snapping upward into her mouth, unable to hold back. "Stop. Get up here. I need to be inside you."
Aria pulled off, panting heavily, her lips swollen and shining with saliva.
"Wait," Damien grunted. "Protection."
He blindly reached out, his arm sweeping across the hotel carpet until he found his discarded suit trousers. He fumbled through the pockets, tossing a luxury money clip, and a set of keys onto the floor before finally pulling out his wallet to get a square foil wrapper.
He tried to tear the serrated edge with his fingers, but his hands were slightly shaking from the adrenaline, and the foil simply wouldn’t give under his slick, sweaty grip.
"Give it," Aria demanded, crawling up his body and snatching the packet right out of his hand.
She clamped the edge of the foil firmly between her teeth and ripped it open with a tear. She pulled the condom out, looking intensely triumphant.
But as she hovered over his waist, trying to roll it onto his rigid, slick length, her slippery fingers fumbled the execution completely.
SNAP.
The latex slipped from her grasp and snapped sharply against the highly sensitive skin of his shaft like a rubber band.
"Ow, fuck!" Damien winced, his hips jerking as he let out a laugh. He grabbed her wrists to stop her from accidentally amputating him. "Aria, it’s a condom, not a slingshot."
"Sorry, sorry!" Aria giggled uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking so hard she could barely see straight as she finally managed to roll it all the way down to the base.
She scrambled further up his body, straddling his hips.
"I want to ride you," Aria breathlessly slurred. She reached down, guiding his slick, covered head right to her wet entrance.
She took a deep breath, bracing her hands flat against his broad, bare chest, entirely prepared to sink all the way down and take every single inch of him.
She pushed her hips down.
"Ah!" Aria gasped as he filled her completely, stretching her tight.
Damien let out a guttural groan, his hands flying up to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Damien panted, his golden eyes blazing up at her. "Move for me."
Aria lifted her hips and bounced down. It was a messy plunge, but it felt like absolute heaven. She rode him with sloppy, wild enthusiasm, grinding her clit against his pelvis with every thrust. Damien met her rhythm, thrusting his hips upward, the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding filling the quiet room.
"Yes," Aria moaned, her head falling back, completely lost in the sensation. "Right there. Damien—"
And then...
Mid-bounce, the room did a slow tilt to the left. The adrenaline that had been fueling her for the last hour instantly evaporated into thin air. A sudden, insurmountable wave of bone-deep exhaustion crashed over her.
Aria paused, hovering just a millimeter above his pelvis.
She blinked slowly. Her eyelids suddenly felt like they were made of lead anvils.
"Wait," Aria mumbled, her voice completely losing all its sexy, dominant bravado, dropping into a soft, confused slur. "I’m... so sleepy."
Her spine turned to jelly.
Without another word, Aria slumped forward. Her upper body collapsed like a felled tree, her cheek hitting Damien’s bare chest.
Within exactly three seconds, she was completely out cold. A soft, rhythmic snore vibrated against his collarbone.
Damien froze.
He lay flat on his back on the hotel rug, his rock-hard, aching erection buried deep inside her, pinned uselessly between their bodies. He stared up at the ceiling, blinking in stunned silence as he listened to his wife snoring softly against his chest.
She had just passed out right in the middle of sex.
"Aria?" Damien whispered, gently shaking her hip.
Another soft snore answered him.
Damien let out a long exhale. A soft, exasperated chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. It was absurd and sort of...humiliating.
He gently shifted his hips, slowly sliding out of her so he wouldn’t hurt her in her sleep. He pulled the protection off, tossing it blindly toward the discarded trousers.
Honestly, the wine was dragging him under too. His eyelids were incredibly heavy, the overwhelming stress of the day, the paparazzi, and the volume of alcohol finally catching up to him in the sudden quiet of the suite.
Damien didn’t even try to wake her up or move them to the bed. It required too much effort. He wrapped his arms securely around her bare back, pulling her limp, naked body flush against his own. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her messy, rose-gold hair, closed his eyes, and let the darkness take him.
