“I did good? I stayed standing.” I ask him as he guides me back to the bed—laying me down.
“You did so good. Are you ready to come again?”
“Yes.”
Aaron gets on his knees in the center of the bed and grabs my hips—pulls me up to where my shoulders and head are all that are left on the mattress as he eats me out—completely uncensored with the minute amount of blood coming from my ass cheeks. My hands shoot out to pull at his hair as I moan—trying to think around the feeling of his tongue pushing in and out of me—rubbing against the entrance and sucking on it when he’s deep inside. I feel his teeth as they graze the outer muscle—causing me to cry out.
My own precum is leaking, sliding up my stomach from the angle I’m propped at. His hands dig into my hips where they hold me and when he starts to moan into me—shoving his tongue in further and further—I start to lose it.
“Aaron please—uhhplease. Stop.” He does not stop. “Please—it’s too hot—too warm and wet down there. I’m going crazy.” Aaron pulls back with another loud moan; his eyes narrowed as drool drips off of his chin.
“God—you sound sofilthywhen you talk like that. Was it too wet, baby?” He slowly lays me back down, resting my thighs over his as his hands trace the lines of my stomach.
“Mhm.” I can feel the tears as they slide down my cheeks. “Too hot, too wet.”
“Fuck. So good—you sound so fucking good.” He reaches into the drawer next to the bed and—while I wonder how he knew it was there—he pulls out lube that was stashed away. Pouring some onto his fingers he leans back up, staring down at me like he’s ready to swallow me whole.
“Please—”
“I’m going to finger-fuck you so hard you come. I want to watch you—your body as you come on my fingers just like you used to when we were young.” A small whine escapes as I stare up at him. It turns to a gasp as he slides in two fingers right off the bat.
“Fuck!” I arch off the bed, a hand shooting out to grab the wrist of the hand he has gripping my hip. He’s stretching me so nicely—pumping his fingers in and out—curling them as he goes.
He’s not patient—he’s not gentle. Aaron isn’t here for gentle, passionate sex. He wants me to come as many times as I physically can before this night is over. He’s desperate for it, I can see it in his eyes.
“You feel me, Benjamin? Can you feel how fast I’m fucking into you?” He adds a third finger and I clench my jaw—propping myself up on my elbows to try and see—to try and gauge the situation. It’s so fucking much, feels so fucking good. There’s always so much pain and pleasure at Aaron’s hands and I’m so obsessed with it.
Aaron bends his wrist up slightly and there it is—he finds my sweet spot. A long, loud whimper escapes me as I stare at him, tears falling from my eyes.
“There it is. So soft—so warm. This is exactly what we want.” He won’t stop rubbing it. The perfect medium—not too hard ortoo soft—he’s going to town. I can feel the buildup all the way to my toes, the coil of heat in my lower stomach.
“Aaron—Aaron I…” I can feel my own drool as it drips down my chin—I can’t seem to keep my mouth closed.
“Baby, you’re gonna come. Fuck—you’re gonna comehard. Right on me, so warm and tight. God, you look so good.” He stares at his fingers—my face—my dick—my stomach as it clenches.
“I…I…” I have no idea what I’m trying to say, but I do know I’m about to lose it. Aaron’s eyes shoot up to meet mine again and he gives me that fucking look. Vivid green eyes lit with a cold flame—energy so dominating and formidable. The look he gives me when he’s telling me to knock it off—to settle down—toobey.
“Benjamin. Come—now.” It’s an order. I’m moaning his name as I come, shuddering and crying as hot semen lands all over the both of us. Aaron is looking at me like a power-hungry god—like a man who just got his first taste of absolute control. This orgasm is intense, the longer he watches me like this the longer I can feel it coursing through me and his fingers are rubbing right where I need them. Relentlessly.
“Ahhh—hngh. Oh, God.” I’m sobbing—staring up at him in desperation.
“Yes.Yes.Fuck. You even come on my command. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect. My husband—my whole life.” He removes his fingers and I fall back onto the bed, letting those words settle into my chest.My whole life. Every inch of my skin is on fire, incredibly sensitive and begging for his touch. I’ve come twice now and I’m already becoming overwhelmed—I think I might die before our honeymoon.
Aaron leans over me, grabs my face and spits into my already open mouth. He takes a nipple bar into his mouth and uses his tongue to rotate it as far as it can comfortably go before he flicks it, sucks it into his mouth again. All I can do is whine—do my best to keep his spit right on my tongue where I know he wants it. I have no idea what he’ll do, or not do, if I swallow without permission. His handsrun up my sides as he gives the same abuse to my other nipple before biting at my waist.
I watch in anticipation as Aaron moves back up my body. He searches my eyes, takes in my expression. Parted lips—extended tongue—tear-soaked, flushed cheeks. I feel his middle finger as it sits on my tongue—gliding back until it hits the back of my throat. I gag but I don’t falter—I don’t swallow. Aaron grinds on me in what seems to be instinct.
“Such a good boy.” His finger pushes back further, sliding as far back into my throat as it’ll reach and my eyes water to the point of barely being able to see him. “Swallow.”
When I close my mouth and swallow his spit—choking on his finger still down my throat—Aaron bucks up against me roughly, moaning loudly as he starts to fuck my mouth with it. I blink away tears, and when I can finally see him clearly again, I’m looking up at Aaron to find him now fucking into his own fist in time with each thrust of his finger—brows furrowed.
I grab his wrist, pull his finger away.
“Aaron—” my voice is hoarse and I’m coughing a bit as I try to speak. “My mouth.”
“What, baby? Does it hurt?” Aaron stops his stroking, grabbing my face as he leans down to inspect my lips. He’s suddenly very serious—very concerned.
“No—I want it in my mouth.”
