“Please.” I hear a cap opening and I know he’s about to open me up—ready me for him.
I feel the cool gel spread over me, his finger circling, rubbing.
“You used to lay by my pool in those tiny little shorts. All sweaty and hot. I’d be suffocating watching you. Watching those hands trace your skin. I’d dream of you, Benjamin. I’d dream of you so often.” I’m whining as he tells me—groaning as his finger slowly starts to slide into me. The burn is very mild, but the stretch is uncomfortable.
“I…I…” But I don’t know what I’m trying to say. He’s sitting over me like a fucking lion over a gazelle and my hole’s being stretched open so sweetly.
“I’d come to the thought of you—saying your name into my pillow while you slept next door.”
“Oh, fuck.” My moan is loud and raw, my back arching. The pressure of his finger mixed with his words is brutal.
“I know, kitten. I know… I’d imagine opportunities where I could seduce you—bring you to my bed and make you come.” I feel him add another finger slowly—trembling under the pressure, babbling something I don’t understand. “Aw, you look so good like this. Just like this. Fuck—I love you.”
My eyes shoot open as I groan. Aaron is staring down at me with that look and I’m trying not to come.
“I love you too.” I whine and he pulls his fingers out.
“Are you ready?” I might not be as loose as I could be—but I’m also done waiting. I nod.
Aaron rips the rest of his clothes off and slowly—softly—lays his body down onto mine. Every move is intentional, every touch is a confession, a promise.
“Aaron—” I breathe. “It feels different.” Because it does. Everything about this is different.
“Yeah,” he says, kissing my cheeks. “This time, I’m making love to you.”
Something in my chest shatters and I feel myself begin to cry as I wrap my arms around him, tucking my ankles around his thighs. Slowly—painfully—he sinks into me.
His face stays buried in my neck—a hand holding under my thigh. Once he bottoms out, he doesn’t move until I grind down on him, needing the friction.
He pulls out in one slow motion and thrusts back in. I cry out—hearing his cooing sounds against my skin.
“I know, Button—I know. It’s okay. It’s just me.” And that makes me cry harder because yeah—it is just him. The only safe person left. My one person.
“Aaron.” I whisper, trying to tell him. I want him to know—I want him to know tonight, before the sun comes up and things fall apart.
“I’ve got you, I’m right here. Nothing will hurt you. I’ll burn this whole fucking city down, Benjamin. I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”
Behind my eyes I see every time Aaron has touched me. Every time our eyes have met—every time he’s torn me apart but then put me back together again. If I could stay with him like this forever—I would.
But I’m nogood. I know I’m not.
“Aaron—I love you. I love you so much.” He moans into my ear, arm sliding under me, up my back, over my shoulder to pull me down—push into me deeper and deeper. His other hand slides between us, finding his favorite little spot between my hips, pushing down on it. I’m screaming, arching into him.
“Oh God—oh God, oh God.” He’s calling out, pushing into me over and over. It feels like he’s trying to get inside of me and stay there. To make us one forever. It’s so fucking sensual—so intimate.
Our bodies are stuck together with sweat, and he won’t give me an inch of space—just completely pressed to me—thrusting and thrusting.
“I can feel myself here.” He says, lifting his head to look me in the eyes. “Benjamin—I can feel myself here.” He presses harder, pulling a whimper from me. I’m close. “Can I flip you?”
Startled by the change in direction I just nod—letting him pull out of me and lay me on my stomach. He doesn’t put me on my knees.
Aaron slides his hands under my arms and over my shoulders—laying his body on top of mine, pushing back into me.
“Aaron—God, that’s different. Oh fuck.” He’s touching me in different spots now—so fucking deep inside of me.
“Button—listen to me. Can I bite you?” I groan—nodding my head yes—always, every time. “I’m claiming you for real this time. One last scar.” It feels like we’re mating. Like we’re two lions in the wild and Aaron is in a rut—needing to mate and I’m the only female around.
He pumps into me repeatedly and with a slight change of angle—he hits my prostate.
