Aaron pulled out, turning me on my back again, lifting both of my knees high and backwards. He pressed into me so much deeper that I thought I might actually gag on his dick.
“Aaron,” I panted his name, lifting my head, needing to feel his lips.
He lowered to me, letting me capture his lips with mine. I don’t know if it was the kiss or the pressure of he was applying to my clit yet again, but a second orgasm shot off in me. My toes curled at the same time Aaron bit my bottom lip as I came, yelling out his name.
Soon after I felt him grow inside of me just before his own orgasm caused him to spill his seed in me. He fell into me, again taking my lips and kissing me with a possessiveness I had never known. He pulled back, eventually, and removed himself from me. We both groaned as he did. I was spent, but watched as he left my bedroom to go to the bathroom across the hall. The last thing I remembered feeling was him wipe something warm and wet between my legs, before I fell asleep.
****
I awoke a few hours later to an empty bed. My heart sank at first until I looked toward my bedroom window to see Aaron, completely nude, while he stared out the window. I swallowed deeply as my eyes trailed down his muscular back. I could make out a few scars there, too, down to his well-sculpted ass. I shifted in the bed and my breath was completely stolen by the soreness between my legs.
Aaron turned to look at me over his shoulder, coming over to the bed. He stood over me, completely exposed and bare, and unashamed. He surprised me by ripping the sheets away from me, exposing me as well. His left hand moved down my belly to cup my pussy. I licked my lips, anticipating his next move. I felt too sore to do anything remotely close to what we’d done earlier but I wasn’t sure I could turn him down either.
“Are you sore?” he questioned low, his hand still covering my sex.
“No.” I shook my head.
Aaron frowned, eyes narrowing. He leaned down closer, face hovering over mine. “Don’t ever lie to me.”
I shrank back a little into the pillow. “A little,” I answered just above a whisper.
“Let me help you with that.” He stood, climbing onto the bed between my legs, using his body to spread them. He hooked his forearms under my knees and with his eyes still trained on me, he lowered his face, licking my sex.
I gasped at the pleasure that coursed through me. Aaron took his gaze off me and placed it on the body part he was so intently focused on. He sucked and tongue fucked me. I was pretty sure at one point, he literally spelled his name on my pussy with his mouth. I came quickly from his tongue’s ministrations. I thought he would stop after the first orgasm he’d give me with is mouth, but that wasn’t so. By the third time he’d made me come, I was trying to push him off me, but that earned me a smack against my ass, right before he gripped it and pressed me even farther onto his mouth. It wasn’t until the fourth orgasm that he finally rose from between my legs, licking his lips before hovering over me to kiss me. I tasted myself on him, feeling more wanton than I ever thought possible.
When he finally let me up for air, from the kiss we were both panting. He rolled over to his back, breathing heavily. I moved in closer, letting my hand cover his beating heart.
“You’re too tender for me to take you again tonight but I can’t promise I won’t if you keep touching me.”
Grinning at his warning, I moved in closer. I felt his arm come around my backside, squeezing my ass. I let my hand run over the scars of his chest.
“How’d it happen?” I questioned.
I felt him raise his head to look down at me. I continued to keep my eyes on the scars, feeling them.
He lowered his head to the pillow. “Car accident.”
“How old were you?”
“Eight.”
“Who was driving?”
“My father.”
I lifted my head to stare at him. “Robert?”
His lips pinched. “My birth father, Jason Townsend. Robert’s younger brother. Robert is my uncle.”
“But you call him your dad.”
“After my parents were killed, Robert and Deborah adopted me. They’re my parents, just not biologically.”
I nodded, understanding. I pressed a kiss to his largest scar before laying my head on his chest.
“What caused the accident?”
There was a long pause. “He was drunk, had just gotten into a fight with his brother and then began fighting with my mother in the car. Turns out, drinking and beating your wife while driving is a surefire way to kill yourself.”
