Every single thing about him was solid and delectable. Big. Powerful. Perfect.
And all for me.
My breath hitched at the thought.
Hungry blue eyes, which I would gladly get lost in, swiped up and down my body as I lay on the bed. Just as I wanted to learn by heart the lines delineating his flexed arms and chest, memorize that jutting thickness that had me licking my lips, commit to memory those powerful thighs that had always driven me crazy. I wanted to tattoo all of it in my mind. Keep it forever.
Aaron walked to his toiletry bag, which rested atop the small dresser in front of the bed, and grabbed a foil package.
Walking up to the bed, he let the condom fall on top of the covers, right beside me. I followed all his movements, enthralled, unable to move myself.
Looking down at me with burning intensity, Aaron brought his hand to his length and pumped his hardness. One hard pump.
“I don’t know how I’m going to take this slow,” he rasped, giving his cock another rough and hard thrust with his fist.
“Then, don’t,” I begged, eating up the image before me. Stopping myself from pouncing on him. “Don’t take it slow. I want all of you. All around me. Inside of me. Everywhere.”
Before my own words registered, Aaron was on top of me, his mouth devouring mine. Devouring me. His hips between my open legs, which I had wrapped around his waist. His pulsating thickness nestled against me.
“These need to come off. Now,” Aaron grated in my ear as his fingers fumbled with the flimsy fabric of my panties.
Next thing I knew, they were on the floor, and Aaron was settled between my thighs once more, nothing between us. Right where I needed him. Where he seemed to belong. He went on his knees, granting me the view of his large and hard body.
The pace of my breath increased. My blood swirled.
Reaching for the condom, he ripped open the foil and rolled it down his length, his eyes remaining on mine.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, lying right there. All for me.” His gaze softened, reaching into my heart and pulling something out, leaving a little hole behind. One that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to fill again.
Aaron bent down, his lips falling somewhere beside my hip, grazing the skin all the way to the junction of my thighs. He placed a kiss there. Then another one. And another one. He grunted and then dipped lower, as if he couldn’t help himself, his tongue delving into my center.
The contact was brief, but it sent my senses flying, a moan breaking out of me.
Pleasure erupted out of that point. Spreading out like electricity, snapping every nerve ending in my body.
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Aaron’s reaction was immediate, his whole body coming alive, bustling. His lips made its way up my body, leaving a trail of charring kisses. Brushing soft kisses along my jaw, neck, and shoulders. And when his weight finally settled over me, I could only reach for his face with my hands. Bringing him to my mouth, I kissed him. Slowly but intently. Leaving both of us panting.
“Aaron,” I whispered between heavy breaths, “is this real?” I couldn’t believe it; it felt like a dream. Like I would wake up at any moment.
Aaron looked into my eyes, probably peeking into a place deep within me. One that I didn’t have access to myself. But in return, he granted me that access himself. Everything we felt, all that had been buried and denied, surfaced. Bared. We were stripped of all pretenses before the other. Exposed.
“This is as real as it gets. As anything will ever be.” He brushed a kiss against the corner of my lips.
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