“Stop teasing,” I demand, looking over my shoulder at him. “I don’t like it. You know that.”
Our eyes connect as he eases forward, filling me with one thrust. This position changes everything—the depth, the intensity. A sound escapes me as I drop my forehead toward the mattress. Despite our recent intimacy, the fullness is overwhelming. The angle makes him feel impossibly large.
“Minji,” he breathes, fingers gripping my hips. “Nothing compares to how you feel wrapped around me.”
He builds momentum, one hand traveling up my back to wrap in my still-damp hair. With gentle pressure, he arches me backward, shifting just enough that when he drives into me again, he finds that perfect spot that makes me cry out.
CHAPTER 14
AARON
“Honeybee,I can say this all night… This pussy feels like home.” I moan, watching myself disappear inside her. “Just watching you take my dick like such a good girl. This pussy is so greedy for my dick, isn’t it?”
She moans, lowering herself onto her elbows, adjusting her body so I can go deeper. The shift reveals her round, flawless backside. I can’t help but lightly slap one cheek. Her sharp inhale makes me hesitate. “Was that too much?” I remind myself that she mentioned it’s been a while since she last had sex. I don’t want to overdo it or make her feel uncomfortable.
“No,” she gasps, pushing back against me. “Don’t stop. I want more.”
My hand connects with her ass again, this time with more force, leaving a pink handprint on her pale skin. I’m happy to know her sexual preferences never changed.
“You like that?” I ask, punctuating the question with another firm thrust and alternating smacking her left and right ass cheeks.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice muffled against the sheets. “God, yes. Harder.”
I establish a rhythm—thrust, spank, thrust—watching her body respond to each impact. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I feel her tightening around me with each stroke. Her pussy is clenching tight around my dick; I can barely pull out.
“Aa… ron!” Her voice breaks on my name, her inner walls clench around me.
I’m close too, the pressure building at the base of my spine. Yet, I need this to last. It has to last. I slow down my strokes, prolonging not only her orgasm but mine.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
“I’m not stopping,” I assure her. “Just slowing down.”
I lean forward with my chest pressed against her back, and I brush her damp hair aside to expose the nape of her neck. I press my lips there, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling her shiver beneath me.
“I want you on top.” I nip at her earlobe.
“On top?” She sounds surprised but curious.
“Of course, you know I love to see you take control. Do you not get on top anymore?” I don’t want to know about her past sexual encounters with other men, but if she isn’t used to something after a decade, I need to know.
“Not often,” she admits.
I withdrew slowly, savoring her soft gasp at the loss of contact. Rolling onto my back, I guide her to straddle me, her knees on either side of my hips. “Take what you want, at your pace.”
“I said not often, not that I don’t know how.” She rolls her eyes, hovering above me. In this position, I can see all of her. The gentle curve of her breasts, the smooth plane of her stomach, the place where our bodies are about to join. She’s magnificent, her skin flushed and glistening in the light.
“Then fuck me,” I urge. “Take everything you want. All of it, just like old times.”
Slowly, she lowers herself onto me, her eyes widening as she takes me in completely. A soft ‘oh’ escapes her lips, the sound so intimate it makes my chest ache. I don’t want to brag or think too much about what we are doing, but I’m sure I’m giving her the best fuck of her life.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my hands moving to her hips. “You’re in control now.”
“You… You got bigger and thicker.” She moans, her head falling back to expose her throat.
I can’t help but smile at her breathless confession. “And you’re taking me so well. Like you were made for my dick,” I tell her, my hands sliding up from her hips to cup her breasts. “Look at how beautifully you’re riding me.”
She begins to move, rolling her hips in slow circles. I watch her face as she finds her rhythm, the way her lips part slightly, the flush spreading across her chest.
