“Move, please,” I beg, because I’m aching to let go. I’m dying to give in to this feeling because I know what’s on the other side, and I want to feel it.
The bliss, the relief.
The love I crave.Aaron slowly thrusts into me with a groan. He moves achingly slow. I feel everything. Every inch, every movement, every shake of his breath, the water sliding over my skin.
I push back against him. He thrusts forward. I push back. Soon, we build a steady rhythm until he’s fucking me so hard, the damn showerhead rattles. It hurts, but it feels good.
It feels perfect.
His hand on my cock quickens its pace as he slides himself into me and my entire body loosens. I’m going to come. I can’t hold it anymore.
I groan as I fill his hand, words escaping me.
“Fuck!” he yells, loud enough Iknowthe whole house will hear it. I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t. All I feel is blissful pride and ecstatic euphoria as I grin, knowing it’s because of me.
I do this to him.
I make him unravel like thread on a sewing machine.
Little oldme.
He pumps my shaft, my cum spreading between his hand and my shaft. I lose myself in the bliss as his cock throbs inside me, filling me with his release.
My bones feel like wet noodles, and I don’t think I can stand.
He’s the only thing keeping me upright.
“Baby…” he mutters against my back. “Fuck.” He’s out of breath and I smile, knowing it’s because of me.
It’s all because ofme.
I laugh, the sound smooth and warm.
When he pulls out of me, I feel the juxtaposing pulse; my body trying to hold onto him and expel him at the same time. One foot in the door, one foot out.
“Fucking hell, baby, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” he says with a laugh.
“Feeling’s… mutual,” I say as spots form behind my eyes. When he lets up, I nearly collapse, but he catches me.
“Shit, are you okay?”
I nod, though I do feel a bit dizzy.
“Mhmm…” I say as he helps me stand. My insides ache in the best way, and I grin stupidly.
“So good,” I mutter as he cleans me up. I don’t stop him.
When I finally gather my senses, the reality of what just happened hits me, and I tense.
I just let my client—boyfriend—Aaron— fuck me. Raw.
I know we’ve already had this discussion, and he assured me he’s clean, and I know I am, and we’ve addressed that, but…
I have never let a man fuck me raw before, and the reality of that is hitting me like a thousand bricks.
“You okay?” he asks, pulling on his shirt.
“Uh huh,” I say, trying to catch my breath. I dress in my underwear, feeling like I might come undone in a whole new way.
