“Oh really?” he says, raising an eyebrow and I finally see him relax a little bit.
“The problem is that you’re fucking exciting, Ciara. If I only think about what we did last night,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling on my lobe. “About what I was feeling when I was inside of you.” He bites my neck. “And all of the things I have yet to do to you…” He squishes me against his impressive body and I can feel his erection pushing against my thigh. I look at him instinctively and he smiles at me, complacent.
“This is the effect you have on me,” he continues, biting my lip again.
“I like it…”
“What is it that you like, exactly? My kisses…” He breathes onto my lips without touching them. “Me, naked, under the shower or—”
“All of it, I like it all,” I say, running my hands over the the outline of the tattoos on his shoulder. Tonight I saw that he’s got plenty on his back as well that I obviously knew nothing about.
This man is all yet to be discovered.
I caress his body as the water falls on us; Aaron sighs, both in frustration and excited but before he can even think about making a move, I drop to my knees in front of his erection.
“Ciara…” he says, suffering.
I don’t allow him to finish the phrase because a second later, my lips are closing over his cock. On feeling my mouth on him, Aaron places both his palms on the shower walls.
“Ciara… don’t…”
But I go down even further and a moan of pleasure escapes him.
He has to keep supporting himself by holding onto the glass, unable to emit a sound other than appreciation noises as I continue to please him with my mouth and my tongue. When I accelerate the rhythm, while squeezing his bottom with my hands, Aaron grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me off of him. He stands me up in front of him and takes my face between his hands again.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I’ll always want to come inside of you, do you understand me?”
And before I can try to justify myself his hand slides down my abdomen and between my legs.
I grab onto his shoulders forcefully; his fingers move expertly inside of me as I throw my head back on his shoulder and let myself go to him.
He could do anything to me with those hands.
“I need to touch you,” he whispers in my ear. “To know that you’re real… That you’re really here with me.”
His words turn me on.
When I feel a wave of pleasure pulsing through me, I squeeze him tighter, encouraging him to accelerate his movements as he pants in my ear. But before my orgasm erupts, he removes his hand.
“It’s not enough. I want more,” he whispers on my skin and slowly slides down, burning me with his hot lips. He pauses at my abdomen, and I feel him smile just a bit before he continues down between my legs, and slides one of them over his shoulder.
“Aaron…” I sigh, as he caresses my internal thigh with his tongue before I sense his breath right over my sex.
My body reacts instinctively to this new sensation.
“Aaron…” I repeat, feeling his lips touch me.
But Aaron doesn’t answer because a second later, he is inside of me, moving slowly, sensually.
“Aaron…” I pant in search of oxygen.
“Go on saying it, as much as you like…” he murmurs between my legs.
“Aaron… Aaron… Aaron…”
I feel exposed, the prey of his desire as he holds me firmly in place by the ass with my back pushed up against the shower wall with his hungry mouth on my sex.
His beard brushes against the most sensitive part of me, making me tremble all over my body which is doing its best against his invasion but giving itself up completely to him.
