I push my upper body off of the counter and lunge for him, pulling his face to mine by the back of his neck and start sucking on his mouth, showing him with my tongue exactly what I want him to do to me already. The way this man works my mind and my body gets me turned on like no one else ever has. It’s like by the time we actually connect physically, I’m halfway tocombustion, every single time. I can’t help it, and he probably couldn’t either. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, ever dreamed of having for myself, and when he’s inside of me, the whole world seems like it makes sense for once in my life.
Apparently my tongue massaging his was all the encouragement he needed, or maybe it’s just what broke his restraint, because he starts rolling his hips into mine, and after a few pumps, he breaks our kiss and starts pounding into me the way I’ve been craving. You know, for the last eight or so hours where I haven’t had him. I don’t even care about the residual soreness, what he’s doing feels so good I ignore any complaints my body puts up.
“This,” he grunts out. “It was always supposed to be like this.”
The spot he’s hitting deep inside me—both physically and spiritually, right down to my soul—is everything I could hope for, and then some. Then he’s doing this thing where he grinds into me after every few thrusts, and the combination of those sensations—internal and external—feels like too much for me. My entire body starts to shake, and he wraps me up in his arms, holding me close to him to ride out the pleasure, even as he drags it out for me.
One of his hands is wrapped behind my skull, he’s pressing our foreheads together and the intimacy brings me to a new plane of existence.
“You feel that?”
A drawn-out groan is my only response.
He grunts out his next words between thrusts, our faces still millimeters apart. “This is what it feels like when your soul mate is the one fucking you, Gem. It’s never gonna feel like this with anyone else. You were fucking made forme, baby, no one else.” Aaron hits a particularly deep spot within me on the next pump of his hips, and takes an extra second to grind himself againstmy clit until I’m shaking, then he growls, “Now show me how much you like this dick, what I do to you with it, and come on it.”
The release slams into me in time with his next thrust, and I feel myself pulsing around him, squeezing him for all I’m worth as I’m wracked with one of the most intense orgasms of my life. His eyes practically glow, a radiant mix of blues with flecks of gold, his pupils blown out in arousal, as I stare into them through the entire thing, mouth slack, head empty of anything but this moment.
Between the foreplay, the edging, what he’s doing to me physically and his hotter-than-Hades words, I’m half amazed I haven’t blacked out from the bliss of this moment. It’s absolute perfection, but I’m not ready for it to be over yet.
He continues pumping into me as the aftershocks recede, and I’m left gasping for air after that mind-blowing experience. I can feel him getting even harder, and before he can start to twitch and jerk inside of me and it’s too late, I panic and shove him backward as hard as I can.
Aaron looks shocked by the sudden movement, and the disbelief on his face as he realizes we’re no longer connected, that his imminent release was just taken away from himalmostmakes me smile.
I’m still too flushed from my comedown, not enough of my cells are responding to basic commands yet, or I’d be grinning at the expression on his face. He doesn’t need to worry. I’ll make sure he finishes, he should know that. But I need more from him first. After all, I’ve been waiting more than a decade for this. It’s only fair I get to make up for that lost time, right?
FORTY
AARON
I look between my dick—still as large as I’ve ever seen it, pre-cum dripping out the tip, on the brink of a release my balls are begging for—and my gorgeous girlfriend, spread out on the kitchen island in front of me, looking like a pornographic dream brought to life, and way too smug for my liking.
This might be the first time I’m fully speechless, but I’m struggling to put together the pieces of this puzzle. We were fucking. I made her come, hard. She pushed me back, hard. And now I’m left with my dick in my hand,literally, trying to figure out where I went wrong.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Sometimes I wish you would, just a little…” I filethattidbit away for unpacking later. “But no, you were perfect.”
“Then…” I trail off, unsure of what’s happening. My fingers sink into my own hair, gripping it tightly, as I stare at her, white-hot need radiating from my pores.
Her eyes flare at the sight. “Don’t worry, Stone. I’m gonna take care of you. I’ll give you what you need.” My words from before sound mocking when she throws them back at me, but that playful edge to her tone gets me so fucking hot.
It’s when she keeps going that I want to make her pay for her words. “But I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I need at least three more before we’re done here.” She points down at her pussy, pink, glossy, looking like my next meal, before one of her hands comes up to grip her breast in it, and my eyes home in on the way she plays with her nipple, a growl escaping me at the taunt.
My hands drop back down as I fully register her words. I prowl closer to her, ready to make her eat those damn words and take back overmyprivilege of handling her body, giving her just what she needs.
“Are you insinuating that I can’t keep up with your needs, Gem?” My brows are arched, and if she weren’t feeling so frisky right now, she might take heed of the danger in my tone. But she’s feeling mighty confident after that orgasmIjust gave her, and if she thinks she can insult my abilities as herman, she’s got another thing coming.Me.
Her eyes roam my frame, her tongue flicking out to lick her lower lip when she sees the state of my obvious arousal, my need for her to finish what we started, and my cock twitches in my left hand. I guide it to her inner thigh, pressing it against her and wiping the tip along her leg, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake, taking pride in the way her eyes jump at the sight.
“No,” she breathes out, and she seems earnest. “I just wasn’t ready to be done yet. I need more of you.”
Something dark stirs within me and my words come out with some gravel. “Trust me, we aren’t done yet, baby. In fact, we won’t be done until you’re begging me for a break from the pleasure, and I might not let you off the hook even then.”
Her throat bobs against my right hand where it grips her there, and if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say she’s starting to realize the monster she’s created with that little act she pulled. Ilet a smirk cross my face. “You should know by now that I’m not a one-pump chump. I’ll be good to go again. And again.”
I meant it. I’m not letting her off my dick, my tongue or my fingers until I’m satisfiedshe’ssatisfied. Whatever that takes.
And with that, I bring two fingers to her thigh, swiping up the mess I left there and shoving it inside of her. “This belongs inside of you,” I tell her, loving the way her eyes roll back in her head when my fingers seek out her spot in seconds, rubbing her just the way she needs it. I bring my thumb up to press on her clit and alternate between circling her swollen bud and stroking her g-spot until her thighs start to tremble around my hips for the third time this morning, and it’s not even ten o’clock yet. It’s gonna be a good fucking day.
