His cock springs free, thick and heavy, foreskin rolled back, exposing the dark head. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip, and my thighs clench at the sight. I’ve never seen anything like it. Not in person. Not like this. When I slept with that guy at university, we undressed in the dark and it was all a bit of a disaster.
Aaron steps out of his boxers, kicking them aside, and then he’s kneeling on the bed, crawling toward me. His hands find my knees, pushing them apart, and he settles between my legs, his cock brushing against my thigh.
“I want to taste you,” he growls, his voice rough with need.
My breath stutters. “You… you don’t have to—”
His lips crash against mine, silencing me. “I want to,” he says, his voice a promise. “I want to hear you moan. I want to feel you come apart for me. But if you want me to stop I will stop.”
A shiver runs through me, my body already tightening at his words. “Don’t stop,” I beg in a whisper.
He kisses me again, slow and deep, before trailing his lips down my neck, my breasts, lingering on my nipples. Histongue swirls around one, then the other, and I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Lower.
His lips trail down my stomach, his breath hot against my skin, and then—
“Aaron!” I gasp as his mouth finds my clit. His tongue is everywhere—licking, teasing, parting my folds before diving inside. My hands fly to his head, my fingers gripping his hair as his tongue flicks against my clit. Pleasure arcs through me, sharp and bright, and my thighs tremble around his shoulders.
“So sweet,” he murmurs against me, his voice vibrating through my core. His fingers slide inside me again, stretching me, filling me as his tongue works my clit in slow, deliberate circles. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
I can’t… I can’t.
My orgasm builds, coiling tight in my belly, and I’m so close, so close.
But then he pulls back.
I whimper, my body throbbing, empty. “Aaron, please—”
He chuckles, low and knowing. “Oh, I want this just as much as you do, Eve. Probably more.” His mouth brushes my skin as he speaks, unhurried, deliberate. “But if we rush it, it’s over too soon. I’d rather make you ache a little first.” He crawls up my body with infuriating slowness, every inch a promise. “Let’s tease this out,” he murmurs. “Make it last. Make it memorable.” His cock drags against my thigh, hot and heavy, and I moan at the feel of him.
He captures my mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, and I can taste myself on hislips. It should be embarrassing. It should make me want to hide. But all it does is make me hungrier.
His hand finds mine, guiding it between us, and then my fingers are wrapping around his cock. He’s so hard, the skin velvety smooth over steel, and when I stroke him, his breath hisses between his teeth.
“Just like that,” he groans, his hips jerking into my touch. “Fuck, Eve—”
I do it again, my grip tightening, my thumb swiping over the slick head. His pre-cum coats my fingers, and the knowledge that I’m doing this to him—that I’m making him lose control—sends a thrill through me.
“Enough,” he growls suddenly, his hand covering mine. Seemingly out of nowhere he produces a condom which he rolls on. He guides me onto my back, his body hovering over mine, and then his cock is there, pressing against my entrance.
I freeze.
Aaron stills, his forehead resting against mine. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Look at me.”
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. His eyes are dark, intense, but there’s a tenderness there that makes warmth curl through me.
“You’re in control,” he says, his voice rough. “Tell me to stop, and I stop. Tell me to go, and I go. But fuck, Eve, I want you. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I whimper, my body throbbing with need. “Yes,” I breathe. “Please, yes.”
He groans, his lips crashing against mine as he pushes inside.
The stretch burns, a sharp, intense pressure that makes me gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. He’s big. So much bigger than I expected, and my body resists at first, my muscles clenching around him.
“Shh,” he murmurs against my lips, his hand cupping my cheek. “Just breathe. You’ve got this.”
I force myself to relax, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he sinks deeper. And then—
