“I missed you.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead and removed my jeans down my legs. “Your beautiful, perfect body. You’re amazing, Greta.”
I trembled something fierce. It was like nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. Just Aaron. And his hands.
Those strong hands peeled off my panties and didn’t ask permission before touching me right where I craved. I moaned and throbbed with need. “Oh god.”
“I need to taste you—it’s been too long.”
He kissed me on my clit and took it between his teeth. It wasn’t painful but, holy shit, it was hot as hell. He swirled his tongue around it, flicking and sucking and combining his fingers to make the perfect motion. It brought me to the edge of an orgasm within minutes.
“Look at me, Greta. I want to watch you.”
And I obeyed. I opened my eyes and held his all-consuming stare when my legs shook as the orgasm shot through me. I cried, words becoming almost impossible. I fell apart in his mouth and barely had time to catch my breath when he stripped himself down. He supported himself on his elbows and smiled down at me. I wanted to say everything, and nothing, so I took his mouth in mine. “Let me ride you.”
“Fuck. Yes.” He groaned. “Slide down on me…yeah. Just like that.”
“Wait—you need a little prepping, yeah? I’ve missed you too, Ronnie.” And I crawled down his body to fit his very large, very happy cock into my mouth. He fisted my hair, the motion getting me hot as hell, and I aimed to give the best blow job of my entire life. I used both hands and took him deep—so deep he let out a loud curse and jerked back.
“Greta! No. I don’t want to come yet. I want to be inside you. Please,” he begged, and I felt drunk on power. I gave him one last kiss on the head and moved to have him slide into me—bare and all.
“Iloveyou,” I said as he fit inside me. It was tight—but perfect. “Oh. Oh man.”
“Rock those gorgeous hips, baby.” He gripped my sides and thrust. “I love seeing you ride me like this. Your tits bouncing everywhere. God. I love this, you, everything.”
His words warmed me. Each stroke to my G-spot had me bursting with anticipation and when he brought his thumb to my clit in circling motions… It was too much. I burst again. “Aaron, oh god!”
“Yeah, baby, say my name. I love my name coming from your mouth.”
I screamed, throwing my head back as waves of pleasure shook me from head to toe. My body was on fucking fire and I wanted to ride it out. Aaron didn’t say a word, just stared at me until I’d finished.
“Jesus, fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve seen. I need to… God.” He flipped me over and drove into me. I used my hand to hold onto the sheet to keep myself in place. It was a heart-pounding, animalistic act on his part and I loved it.
“Harder, Aaron. Yes!” I screamed when he thrust into me, stretching me further than ever before. His cock throbbed inside me and I swore I saw stars. “Yes, Aaron!”
He grunted and lifted my hips with his hands, the angle making everything more extreme. I entered an entirely different part of the atmosphere—all I saw or heard or smelled was Aaron. His sounds, the subtle scent of his cologne, the way he growled my name in my ear. Each thrust had the perfect angle to hit my clit and the buildup came hard and fast.
Just as he tightened his grip and spilled into me, I held on tight. He let out a carnal groan, the rough sound amplifying my pleasure. Sweaty, unabashed and sedated. He fell to the side of me and brought me with him.
Best. Sex. Ever.
An hour or so later, because time sort of froze for a moment for me, we remained on my bed without an article of clothing or sheet between us. It was perfect.
“I know we didn’t talk about it much, but I want to explain the girl.” He trailed his fingers down my back, making small circles. I felt high, the aftermath of the lovemaking taking my breath away. “Greta, you still with me?”
“Yeah.” I hummed into his chest and heard him out. “Explain that girl.”
“She’s a pretty well-known columnist for the campus newspaper. I talked to my coach a lot and he suggested getting a step ahead of them. I gave my first in-depth interview.”
“Yeah? Wow. Did you talk about everything?”
“Yes. It felt freeing. No holding back. There’s been a lot of attention on me and you because of the scholarship, my dad and the photos so I wanted to put an end to the rumors.”
“That’s frightening, but I’m proud of you.” I squeezed him.
“Thanks. She assured me I would see the final draft before she publishes it, so I’m holding her to it. I want you to read it. You’re in it, a lot.”
“Yeah?” I grinned, feeling giddy as fuck. My air was back, my Aaron. “Of course I’ll read it. I’ll support you almost all the time. Except when you’re an asshole.”
“Fair enough.” He pressed another kiss to my temple and let out such a deep, satisfying sigh, I felt it in my toes. “I have a real question to ask. And you can say no, but I’ll fight you for it.”
