When I relax, putting my hands in his wet hair, inviting him to sink even deeper between my legs, Aaron moans directly inside of me, bring me almost to my limit.
I could die right now and not even realize it.
I feel his tongue moving with decision, his teeth delicately biting and his breath between my legs before letting myself go to the pleasure of an orgasm that is threatening to break me in two.
The yell that escape my lips a second later has a devastating effect on him.
He rises up along my skin and lifts me up by the ass and slams my back against cold bathroom tiles, blocking the air in my lungs. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively and he enters me in a long, intense push, filling me again.
I can’t stop wanting him.
His desire is insatiable. He slams me repeatedly against the shower stall, but I can’t feel it. I’m consumed entirely with his thrusting deep within me, so much so that I have to bite his shoulder to avoid screaming.
His grip on me is tight and painful, almost as if he doesn’t realize his own strength and the adrenalin that’s taken him over. His body moves against mine; his teeth leave their mark on my skin without mercy, starting from my earlobe, down my neck until sliding down towards my shoulder. He keeps my back firmly against the shower stall as I feel him thrusting inside of me; I squeeze my legs as tightly as I can, glued to him.
He lets go of my ass and grabs onto my breasts, squeezing them in his big strong hands, hands which are able to make me orgasm and take my breath away.
Those hands should also be illegal.
He pinches my nipples with his fingers as a frustrated moan escapes my lips.
“What—” he asks brashly, “—do you want me to do? Tell me!”
“Oh, please Aaron…”
I offer myself to him, arching my back.
He smiles in satisfaction before taking a nipple between his teeth.
This time it’s much more than a moan that escapes me. He laughs between my breasts before greedily sucking the one he just bit.
By this point I am unable to take possession of my mental faculties.
After having put both of my breasts under strenuous trial, after having bitten me, tasted and caressed me with those hands that I will fantasise about for the rest of my life, he goes back to pushing inside of me again, leaving me breathless.
He grabs my hands and holds them over my head. My arms are held out as he pins me with one hand. The other one slides over my body, reaching the cheek of my bottom, which he grabs firmly.
I rest my head against the shower tiles, blinded by desire and at the mercy of his hands, his bites and his caresses and his member, that has filled me completely.
He kisses me again, or maybe he’s trying to eat me: teeth, lips, tongue. I can’t understand anything anymore and I’ve stopped feeling everything but the heat expanding throughout my body quivers in his hands, waiting to be freed.
His tongue runs down my neck with his beard tickling my skin, his teeth bite down again on my nipple and I scream with pleasure.
“I’m begging you!” I cry.
He comes back to my lips and takes command of them.
They are his. My body is his.
I am his.
He pushes again, keeping me anchored to him, holding my wrists with one hand while the other one works me over.
His strength, his desire, his shaking—it’s all a mix of overwhelming feelings that lead me to close my eyes and just give myself over to him.
I no longer know who I am, or where I am… The only thing I know for sure is that Aaron is inside of me and I’ll never be able to let him go.
“Open your eyes, Ciara,” he commands in my ear. “I need to look you in the eyes. I need to know that you’re with me.”
