“Then do it. I’m dying,” I screamed, sitting up on my elbows. I watched him study my pussy like a damn piece of art. “Use your tongue, Aaron.”
“What do you want me to do?” His rough voice hit me right in the center. “Tell me.”
“Lick me,” I whined, release so close.
“Where? Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you say it.” He kissed my stomach, dragging his tongue all the way down to my clit but stopping. “Say it.”
I moaned. He inserted two fingers into me. “I want…”
He thrust the fingers in and out.
“I want you to use your tongue to flick my clit.”
“Like this?” He added his tongue to the mix, the sensation of his fingers and mouth just what I needed. I bucked against him, the orgasm shattering my reality. It was the orgasm that put all others to shame. He licked and sucked up every drop before I came back to earth. “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I smiled, drunk from the high. “Wow.”
He laughed, the sound of his shirt hitting the ground somewhere making me open my eyes. Suddenly, the idea of falling asleep post-orgasm wasn’t the best option. His naked chest called my attention. “I hope you’re not done, Greta. I like to go all night.”
“I’m not done. No.” I sat up and ran a finger down his firm pecs. “You jizz in your pants yet?”
“Almost. Why don’t you help me take them off?” He grinned. I had to agree with him. I scooted closer to undo his belt buckle and pulled the tight trousers down to his ankles. The prettiest cock I had ever seen stood in front of me.
“God, I want to lick it.” I leaned forward, but he stopped me. “Why?”
“Baby, after drinking up your pleasure, I’m two seconds from exploding. I want to be inside you.” He pushed me back onto the bed so he was kneeling over me. “Tell me, how tight is your pussy right now? As tight as it was an hour ago?”
“Y-yes,” I whimpered. Aaron was a sex god.
“Your cream tasted like heaven. Sweet. Like you. Want to try your taste, Greta?” He lowered his mouth to mine and I welcomed him. I could taste my musky scent, the combination of his tongue and the smell driving me wild. We made out, like two horny teenagers dry-humping on a couch. He kissed with such experience and passion. I was pumped and ready to go again when he reached over for a condom.
He slid it on and propped himself over me. Heat was still in his eyes, but so was a vulnerability. The hesitation. The worry aboutme. “You sure about this, baby?”
“Fuck me, Aaron.”
My words sent him into the frenzy he needed. He pushed inside me, the sheer length of him stretching me to the max. I lifted my hips to make him fit. “Oh, fuck.”
“You’re tight as hell. Oh, my god, Greta,” he moaned into my ear. He fisted both of my ass cheeks in his hands as he thrust into me over and over. He changed pace and grabbed my legs, bending my knees back farther. I moaned. “Does this feel good, Greta?”
“Yes.” I could barely form words. He pounded into me, finding an angle with his fingers to swirl my clit and, seconds later, I saw stars. I screamed his name, his mouth capturing mine as I rode out the orgasm.
“I love hearing you scream my name. Shit, I’m close,” he panted into my neck. His body tensed, his thrusts becoming harder and more aggressive as he held onto me tighter. I arched my hips up, his response nothing more than a deep groan. Then he bucked one, two, three times before releasing a guttural sound that had my stomach swoop. With a final kiss on my mouth, he pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed.
My ears rang. My toes tingled. My body hummed. I felt spent. Totally, blissfully happy and spent. He got up and went to the bathroom, leaving me in the darkness of his room.Do I regret this?
Does this change everything?
Is it real?
I shut my mind off. I enjoyed sex and trusted Aaron. That was all. I knew countless friends who fucked around and it changed nothing in their relationship. It could be done. Plus, my legs and clit were incredibly happy at the moment.
He snuck back into the bed and let out a deep sigh. “Wow.”
“Yeah. Ditto.”
He reached out, smacking me on the ass before turning me to face him. He had a hesitant grin. “How you doing?”
“Aaron. Don’t be a fuckstick.” I laughed and shoved him away from me. “I’m doing fucking great. I’m an orgasm whore so I’m not quite satisfied.”
