He steps closer once again, his hands gripping my face, tilting it at the exact angle he wants so he can bring his lips to meet mine, consuming my mouth with his. One of those talented hands runs across my cheek, past my ear and buries itself in my hair, pulling my face in. The other hand trails down, one finger under my chin, the rest of them gently resting against that dip above my collarbone, sending tingles flooding throughout my entire nervous system.
It’s all I can do to remember to breathe as our tongues dance, a desperate claiming of souls in the form of a kiss. My arms come up his torso, running along those fucking abs he works so hard for, feeling the firm muscles of his pecs, and always touching the spot where that tattoo for me lives any chance I get as I rope my forearms around his shoulders and neck, pulling him as close to me as possible.
He breaks the kiss off with a small growl and one final nip of my lower lip before disentangling his hands and running them down my arms until he’s holding me at the waist. Then he scoops me up right under the small ass I am learning to be thankful I was blessed with, as this sexy specimen seems to be rather obsessed with it, and he hoists me up onto the counter behind me. His frame seems so much larger than mine like this, and he uses that size to spread my thighs and make the perfect opening for him, his hips nestled between mine.
Oh God, at this height, he’s pressing up right where I need him, and I can’t help but move my hips, rocking back and forth to seek out the pleasure this man makes me crave. He drags his nose up the side of my neck and into my hair, inhaling deeply as he goes while he lets me move around on him as my instinct demands. The sound from him is primal, and I feel another wave of arousal soak my panties as I’m driven absolutely crazy by need.
A memory of another time he had me cornered against the kitchen counter, turned on and out of my mind with want invades my mind, and I wrap my legs around his hips, locking them behind his ass to make the most of the fact that I’m finally his, and he’s all. Fucking. Mine.
The grin that takes over my face is probably demonic but I don’t give two shits as I lean back on my arms for leverage and shamelessly grind against him, giving my clit all the friction itcould ask for until my legs are shaking and the only sound I can make is a series of whimpers.
Aaron looks down between where our hips are moving of their own accord and then back up to my face, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. I don’t know why, he’s seen me come—from every possible angle—at least a few dozen times by now, but I guess I get it. I could never get tired of watching the pleasure I create in him overtake his features, his eyes diffusing with the bliss of another orgasm. It’s sincerelyneverenough between us.
“Fuuuuuck,” he lets out, his eyes now trained solely on those thin layers over my center, and the way it’s rubbing up and down his length.
I’m not going to make it until he’s inside of me.
Some switch has been thrown inside me with all of those memories of the times Ididn’tget to do this haunting me, and I’m fucking feral right now.
I want this man inside of me, and I want to come around him over and over again until we’re both passing out from exhaustion, or maybe dehydration.
Putting my hands on the counter on either side of my ass for leverage, I start bouncing against him harder, his weight still pressing against me, creating that perfect resistance as I work myself on him through our clothes. He bites his lower lip and damn, what I wouldn’t give to be that lip right now.
The beginning of the orgasm hits my system, the tightening low in my belly, the telltale tingles starting to radiate throughout my body. My hips move faster, chasing that first high ofmanyI’ll have today, when—in less than a blink—all the sensations vanish. My eyes pop open and so do my lips as I look down to see what happened.
Aaron’s dick is no longer between my legs, but the good news is it is now out in the open, no longer contained by thosefucking athletic pants. He’s somehow gotten naked in maybe five seconds. I moan a little at the sight, but it sounds more like a complaint.
“Hey,” he whispers, bringing one finger back underneath my chin to bring my eyes off his junk and to his own stare instead. “There’s no rush.”
A pout overtakes my features, I can feel it, and he continues. “I’m gonna take care of you, Gem. I’ll give you what you need. But when you come, it’s gonna be with my dick inside you, you got that? I need to feel you from the inside on this first one.”
I don’t have words for what that just did to my system, the jolt of desire, anticipation that rocked my core nearly pushed me over the edge. We work together to get my lounge pants, underwear and tee shirt off as fast as possible, and in seconds, he’s back between my legs, pressing my back down against the cool marble countertop.
My whole body shivers at the contact and resultant chill. He runs his hands down my chest, over my breasts, trailing them past my nipples, and all the way down my abdomen until his hands are on the tops of my legs, right near where my hips meet my thighs. That leaves behind an entirely different kind of chill, and I spread my legs wider for him, eagerness overtaking me.
“That IUD still good, baby?”
“For another few years, Stone.”
“Thank fuck. I need to feel you bare.”
I don’t mention that he’s a little late for asking me that, but I also don’t fault him for checking on it. Now isn’t the time for a pregnancy, and being that he doesn’t have a uterus, it wouldn’t surprise me if he thought they needed to be changed out monthly or something. After all, I distinctly remember him being on a callback for his first movie role during the sex ed lesson where our class learned most of what was important.
“I told you. Nothing between us. Ever again.” I mean it in every sense of the word. His eyes heat in response, and he grips my thighs from below, pulling me to the very edge of the counter so he can line himself up with my entrance.Finally.
I know I’m wet as fuck from that little foreplay session and the way he just edged me, so when his tip finds my center, it slides right in, stretching me as he goes, like our bodies were formed and molded specifically for one another. I can’t help it, I tighten around him as he pushes himself farther in, and a strained breath hisses out from between his teeth at the feel of me surrounding him.
“Jesus,” he can barely get the words out. “So wet.” Another breath hisses. “So tight.” His eyes roll back in his head as he pushes inch after inch inside of me, despite the resistance. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
The waves of pleasure are already hitting me, and I know my first release is going to be absolutely massive. Once he’s fully seated, the base of his shaft rubbing deliciously against my clit, he pauses for a minute to lean forward and suck my nipple in his mouth. He teases my right side, then my left, running his tongue around the pert buds, one after another, and a shudder rolls through me.
I don’t mean to slap his shoulder, but that’s what happens.
“Start. Moving,” I grunt out.
Hetsksme, but I can tell he’s loving how needy I am for him.
“So demanding,” he teases, but he doesn’t give me what I asked for.
