Aaron’s hands are hungry, grasping, as they roam over my body. He doesn’t ask for permission—he takes what he wants—and I fucking love it. He palms my breast, squeezing hard, his thumb flicking my hardened nipple until I arch into his touch, a gasp torn from my throat.
“Where do you want my mouth, Honeybee?” His free hand slides down my stomach, toying with the waistband of my thong.His eyes are dark, pupils blown with lust. “Tell me where to put my fucking mouth.”
“Lower,” my voice breathy with need.
I can feel him smirk against my neck. Then slowly his mouth trails down, kissing my right breast. Then his lips wrapped around my nipple, sucking hard before biting down. I cry out, the sharp pain sending a rush of heat to my pussy. He does the same to the left and repeats this several times.Fucking hell.When I’m a bubbling, withering mess underneath him, he finally moves lower, kissing and nipping at my skin, marking me like a fucking animal.
“Here?” he asks, his tongue dipping into my navel, swirling around the sensitive flesh.
“Lower.”Damn it.
He hooks his fingers in my thong, dragging it down my legs slowly. When the scrap of lace is finally off, he sits back on his heels, eyes raking over my naked body.
“Fucking hell, Minji,” he rasps. “Look at that pretty pussy. I bet she’s already wet for me. I wonder if you still taste sweet.”
He separates my legs further, and when I feel his hot breath on me, I can’t help but whimper. He grins up at me. “Beg for it,” he orders. “Beg for my mouth on your pussy.”
“Aaron.” I gasp, my hips rising to meet his mouth. “Please, Aaron.”
“You can do better than that. I know you can. Let’s hear you beg like youmeanit.”
My breath hitches, pride warring with desire. I don’t beg, but right now, desire wins. “Please, Aaron.” I let out a shaky breath. “Please eat my pussy.Please.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “I’m going to make this pretty pussy come so hard for me.” His mouth is on me, tongue swirling circles around my clit. “You taste even better than I remembered.” He growls against me, making it impossible tothink, breathe, to exist outside the white-hot center of my body. I dig my heels into the mattress, my hips rising involuntarily to meet his mouth, but his grip on my thighs is ironclad, pinning me to the bed.
“That’s it, fight me.” He chuckles. “Show me how desperate you are for my tongue.”
He stops, just for a moment, and blows a single, cool breath over my throbbing and sensitive clit. “Tell me you’ve thought about this,” he demands. “Tell me you’ve touched yourself thinking about my mouth.” Before I can answer, he plunges back in with a sudden, hard suck that makes me cry out. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you scream,” he promises between licks. My hands fist the sheets, then his hair, then the sheets again. I hear myself pleading, babbling, begging, and cursing.
All dignity gone. I forgot how blessed this man is with his tongue.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He moans against my throbbing flesh. “Your pussy is dripping.” He slowly slides a finger into me, curling it just so as if he’s reading the blueprints of my body. “So tight.” He groans. “So perfect.” Then a second finger joins, stretching me, filling me, his tongue never missing a beat on my swollen clit. The sensation is overwhelming. There’s a pressure building, promising me sweet annihilation. “Fuck, Aaron, please—” I choke, not knowing what I’m begging for anymore.
He lifts his head just enough to look up at me, his fingers still working magic inside me. “You gonna come for me, Counselor?”
I nod frantically, the words caught in my throat, my body screaming, so close I could come apart from the vibration in the air alone. A year of no sex… I’m more than happy it’s this man watering the drought. But he’s not done with me, not yet. He pulls his fingers out, sucks them clean, and returns his mouth tomy clit, devouring me with a hunger that borders on feral. I’m seconds away from shattering. I want it—I want the oblivion, the surrender, the ruin.
But then, he stops. Just as I’m about to come undone, he pulls away.
“Not yet,” he breathes.
The whimper escapes before I can bite it back. Good God. Aaron licks his lips, grinning as if he’s just conquered a country, and after him waiting over a decade for this, I guess you can say he did conquer something. He slides up my body, taking my left nipple between his lips and biting down, just enough to sting. I arch into him, thighs squeezed around his hips, desperate for friction, for anything.
He shifts away, and I almost sob at the loss. But there’s logic in the madness. He wants to make me wait, to make me want him, to make me remember exactly who got me here. I watch as he stands at the edge of the bed and undoes his belt, slow and theatrical. He maintains eye contact as if he wants me to watch.
And fuck, do I watch.
His pants fall to the floor, cueing the slow reveal of briefs stretched tight across his erection. It’s as impressive as I’d guessed, and tonight it’s all mine. He strips the briefs off and stands there a moment, naked and unashamed, letting me look my fill.Wow!My mouth waters. My entire body tenses in anticipation.
Aaron crawls up the bed with a smirk, caging me in with his arms. I reach for his erection, wrapping a hand around the thick length, feeling it twitch in my grip. He groans—a deep, guttural sound—then bats my hand away.
“Condom?” he asks.
“Top drawer.”
He retrieves the condom, tearing it open with his teeth like he’s done it a hundred times before. He rolls it on, slowly,never looking away from me—my God, this man. I see that maintaining eye contact during sex is still something he likes to do. He kneels between my thighs, spreads my legs wider and pauses. “Are you sure?” he asks. Of course, I want this. He just ate my pussy as if it were his last supper. Now I’m ready to feel him inside of me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him until the tip of him is flush against my opening. I want him inside me with a need that borders on violence. “Yes,” I gasp, voice trembling but firm. “Fuck, yes.”
