“Honeybee,” he gasps.
I lock my ankles around his waist, drawing him deeper, commanding without words.
“I needed this,” he mumbles against my mouth, teeth grazing my lower lip. “Needed to feel you around me again.”
“Prove it,” I breathe, palms sliding over the curve of his backside, urging him closer. “Don’t treat me like I’ll break. I want all of you.”
He withdraws and flips me over. Strong hands position my hips, raising them as I gasp at the sudden exposure. Then the emptiness vanishes as he fills me from this new angle. My voice breaks around his name, the sound barely recognizable.
His voice turns to gravel. “Is this what you needed?” Each thrust punctuates his question.
“Yes—” My voice cracks as my fingers dig into the sheets. “Please don’t stop!” We’d spent a week together exploring every inch of each other, but never like this, never with this kind of raw hunger. His fingers grip my hips, holding me steady as he thrusts deeper.
His palm travels up my spine, fingers weaving through my hair. “This greedy pussy is taking every inch like you were made for me.”
Everything else disappears except for the feeling of his body against mine, inside me. When his other hand finds my clit again, I almost sob. It’s all too much, but in the best way. “I can’t—” I gasp, my body shaking as I get close again.
“You can, and you will. But I’m going to have some fun with you first.” He chuckles.
Just as I can feel my climax approaching, he pulls out. I don’t have a moment to protest before I feel his tongue where it shouldn’t be. Yet, I would be lying if I didn’t say it doesn’t feel good.
“Aaron,” I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets as his tongue explores me in ways that make my entire body tremble. The sensation is foreign yet intoxicating. “I don’t think I can take you in my ass.”
“Relax, I’m only eating it for now. But I will fuck you there before you leave me this weekend. I want to claim every inch of your body.”
“I should take a shower at least…”
“I’m a grown man, that shit doesn’t scare me.” I feel his breath, a little growl of challenge, and then the flat of his tongue presses, slow and sinuous, and I swear to God I see stars. I clutch at the sheets, barely able to stifle the noises pouring out of me.
He licks me slowly, taking his time like he’s been craving this for years. I should feel embarrassed by how dirty it is, but Aaron’s hunger is impossible to resist. The wet sounds and the feel of his trimmed beard against my sensitive skin make me melt. When he goes back to my pussy, his mouth is so greedy I nearly lose control.
His groan vibrates against my flesh. “You taste divine everywhere,” he murmurs. “The more I learn about your body, the crazier you make me.” His mouth and hands work in perfect rhythm until I’m reduced to pure sensation, grasping the sheets like a lifeline.
When he finally pulls away, I feel empty and desperate. “Please,” I beg, not caring how needy I sound. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” he says before his tongue slips inside my ass again.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, burying my face in the pillows.
Aaron pulls back just enough to say, “Don’t hide from me. I want to hear how much you love me eating this sweet ass of yours,” before sticking his tongue back inside me.
I turn my head, surrendering to the sounds he draws from me. His fingers maintain their merciless rhythm while his tongue explores me in ways I never imagined, sending me racing toward the edge.
“Aaron, I’m close—I can’t hold?—”
“Not yet.” He withdraws completely, leaving me trembling. “Who knew you’d enjoy this so thoroughly? If I’d known you’d like it so much, I would’ve tongue-fucked your ass sooner.”
I glance over my shoulder, finding his eyes dark with desire. “You can’t just stop,” I manage between ragged breaths.
“After weeks of your teasing?” His fingertips trace the curve of my spine. “Consider this karmic balance. I’ve already been generous with those first orgasms. Now comes the waiting.”
The realization hits me like cold water. “You’re edging me?”
“Precisely.” His voice drops to something primal. “Those texts you sent, those little videos…” His palm connects with my ass in a sharp, sudden strike that makes me gasp. The sting blooms across my skin, somehow both punishment and reward. “You need a safe word.”
“Go to hell,” I breathe.
“Eventually. For now, I choose ‘adjourned.’ Fitting for a lawyer, don’t you think?”
