“Something like that!” I spread my legs so he can take position. He has a condom in his hand that he rolls over himself with slow concentration. His eyes are heavy with lust by the time he looks back into mine.
I’m not expecting the surge of warmth I feel in my chest for this man. He doesn’t deserve it after the way he’s behaved, but there is something about him that touches me; his cheeky sense of humor, and the way he treats me with care, even when he’s being controlling. The way he realized he’d been insensitive about money and was candid about his roots.
When he leans over me, putting one hand next to my head to bear his weight while the other holds his cock, it feels different. There’s a slowness in his actions. A tenderness that wasn’t there before. Maybe I’m imagining things. Maybe, I’m looking for something that isn’t here at all. Aaron Harrington is used to taking what he wants, and I’m just flavor of the week, or flavor of the day. I have to remember that. I have to keep my heart safe.
I close my eyes as he probes my pussy with drawn-out deliberation, up and over my clit, and then down to gather my wetness. The head of his cock is hot and blunt, pressing with maddeningly perfect pressure.
He enters me slowly, seemingly conscious of how sore I still am from last night. Even though I’m wet, his cock is so big that it burns all the way in. I have a hand rested on his shoulder and am shocked when I feel him trembling. Does it feel that good to him, or is it the restraint?
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
I nod, my throat too dry to speak.
“I’ll go easy,” Aaron says, getting right over me and kissing my mouth. “I can see that you’re sore.” He holds my hands up above my head, starting to move, and each thrust is perfect pleasure with a shimmer of pain. He rotates his hips, pressing up and to the side with each passing, rubbing against my clit until I’m bucking beneath him, pulling against his hands and licking into his mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, already sounding like he might be on the edge of losing it.
One of his hands moves to pinch my nipple, and he pulls back to look at me, eyes so green they’re like bottle glass worn smooth by the sea. I don’t know what he sees in my gaze, but he presses his face into my neck and puts his arms underneath me, holding me against him tightly.
It feels so good to be held. I’ve missed this kind of affection. Wanting him as close as I can get him, I clutch my legs around his waist as he starts fucking me harder. Each thrust knocks the air from my lungs, the sound echoing around us only interspersed with his harsh breaths.
“Undo my hands,” I say. I need to feel his skin against my palms. I need to feel grounded in him.
He releases my wrists and then kisses me deeply, continuing the hard movements that have me on the precipice of coming.
Sensations coil low in my belly; pleasure, and tenderness too. I don’t trust my own feelings. Women are always more emotionally invested in sex than men, and he’s already made it very clear what he wants from me.
Aaron’s movements are driving me closer, but something is missing.
His voice. “Talk to me,” I say, needing his words in my ear, his perfectly dirty thoughts to stroke my mind.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he breathes against my neck. “Your pussy’s so tight and wet, and I can feel it clenching…you’re nearly there, aren’t you? You gonna come, baby? You gonna take everything from me? Fuck Nicole…I want to feel it, baby. Come on, give it to me.”
It’s the sound of his voice that takes me over the edge, and as I come, I feel him swell and pulse inside me, his body stiffening as he finds his own oblivion. I’m lost in my pleasure, toes painfully curled in my shoes, legs straight against the sofa, but when I slip back into reality, I realize that my arms are around him, holding him close. Aaron kisses my neck, along my jaw, and then pushes up onto his hands, looking down at me, nuzzling my nose with his.
“Oh, baby,” he says, smiling. “I needed that.”
I grin up at him, feeling so bloody happy as the sex euphoria clouds my mind with contentment that doesn’t fit with our situation.
Then I hear clapping.
Aaron’s head snaps up to the staircase, and he swears under his breath.
As I look over his shoulder, I can see a man at the top of the stairs. “Nice show, Aaron. Nothing quite like some live-action fucking to get me hot.”