Aaron frowned, obviously still not liking the fact that I was wearing underwear. I was just relieved that he hadn’t ripped this pair. Lord knows I spent enough on panties because of all of the pairs he’d destroyed.
I began panting from the movement of his fingers inside of me, gliding in and out of my wetness. Reaching up on my tiptoes, I angled my face toward his. “Kiss me,” I whispered.
He didn’t hesitate, giving me what I want when he smashed our lips together, his hand still in my hair, holding me at just the angle he needed to take ownership of the kiss.
His hand slid from my hair to wrap my throat.
I grew wetter.
His fingers increased in speed, his thumb began gliding over my distended button, and within moments, I was coming. Just that quickly my orgasm had overwhelmed me, nearly causing my knees to buckle. Only when I was pregnant did I come that quickly.
Aaron pulled back, breaking the kiss to watch me. We both panted, needing oxygen after our exchange of energy.
“You missed me?” he questioned, his voice ragged.
“Of course.”
My quick response satisfied something in his eyes. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”
Within a half a breath, he’d bent me over the side of the bed, going to his knees, and I heard the distinct sound of tearing fabric.
“Dammit, Aaron!” I screeched at his impatience. He could’ve just pulled them down, no need to rip yet another pair of my underwear.
“Oh!” I yelped from the smack he’d given my ass.
“I told you to stop wearing underwear in the first damn place,” he grunted.
I wasn’t given time to respond when his strong hands spread the tops of my thighs and his mouth covered my sex. My arms folded, my head nearly hitting the mattress as my legs began trembling. His hold on the backs of my thighs was firm, not allowing me to move anywhere, even if I had wanted to. My hands twisted in the sheets, grasping for something to anchor myself to as he licked and lapped me up furiously.
I mumbled his name into the sheets of the bed, my hips thrusting backward, seeking more of the pleasure he was delivering. Again, just like the first time, my orgasm came upon me quickly. So fast, in fact, that I didn’t have time to brace myself. I screeched and gasped for air as it singed the nerve endings in my body; all the while, Aaron continued to take his fill of my body, until the last tremble.
My entire body shook as I stood upright, Aaron using his hands to pull the negligee over my head. At least he didn’t rip that.
He stared at the entirety of my frame, drinking me in with his eyes, adoringly. Even after four children, he still looked at my body as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and made solely for him.
“I love you,” I murmured, moving closer to him and lifting the T-shirt he wore over his head. I ran my hands over the hard planes and contours of his chest, feeling the faded scars that’d been with him since his childhood. He no longer flinched when I touched them, and the tension in his body always subsided when I put my lips on them, which was what I did then.
As I kissed along the largest scar that ran across his chest, I felt his hand go to the back of my head. It was soon joined by his other hand, cupping the side of my face, pulling me to stare up at him.
“I love you so much it hurts.” His voice was so hoarse, and I nearly wept at the vulnerability I saw in his eyes.
“Take me, Aaron,” I begged, needing to be filled up by him.
I didn’t need to ask twice. He lifted me up by the backs of my thighs, causing my legs to wrap around his waist, as he strolled over to the bed, laying both of us down. He moved fast, removing the plaid pajama bottoms he wore.
“Oohh!” I sang loudly as he penetrated me. My husband wasn’t a small man by any stretch of the imagination. But, as it always did, my body adjusted to his size and girth.
I clawed at his back and shoulders as his hips created a rhythm for me to keep up with. My eyes rolled to the back of my head every time he pushed deeper inside of me. My back arched and my mouth became dry from moaning so much and calling his name. I couldn’t believe I’d gone almost three days without this feeling of him being inside of me.
“No more business trips!” I managed to squeak out in between thrusts. He couldn’t leave me alone for two days while I was this damn horny.
His head lifted, and without saying anything he crushed his lips to mine, his tongue and hard cock pushing in and out of my orifices. I dug my fingernails into the smooth skin of his back. He wouldn’t let up; in fact, the little bit of pain urged him on. His hips began moving faster while he slipped his hand in between our bodies, again using it to manipulate clitoris.
Just when I felt my third orgasm rush me, he angled his hips, hitting my G-spot while continuing to use his hand to externally stimulate me. That was when I lost it completely. I’d tried to keep my screams to a minimum to not wake our children, but all rational thought was lost at that moment. My entire body pulsed and convulsed with the sensations of his movements as I clung to him.
He wasn’t far behind either. He came with his lips covering mine. The convulsions of my inner muscles worked to milk him for every drop of semen his body could muster.
We continued kissing for a long while afterward. Eventually, our sweaty bodies were separated when he pulled back and out of me.
