"You don't have to be sure," I say, kissing him again. "Who's ever really sure of anything?"
I shift my hips on his lap and feel his cock thicken beneath me. His hands move to the ribbons at my sides and pull until my panties fall away.
"Come up here. I want to taste you." For a moment, I don't understand what he means, but when he pulls my hips until my knees are level with his shoulders, legs spread wide, I'm left in no doubt. I grab hold of the dark wood headboard for stability, and he tugs my pussy to his mouth with impatience. I've never sat on someone's face before, and the first swipe of his tongue over my clit is like a lightning bolt, electrifying and burning hot. He licks me, fast at first and then slow and soft, moaning as he takes enjoyment from giving me pleasure. It feels so amazing I find myself shifting my hips, little shallow movements at first, then rolling waves as the sensations grow. I can't keep quiet. Shallow panting turns into low moaning the closer I get.
"That's it, baby. Fuck my tongue," Aaron growls. His words are always so utterly dirty.
I hide my face in the crook of my arm, hair covering my face and breasts. I can't bring myself to look at what he's doing. The sensations are too much. His actions too raw and greedy. His fingers spread the cheeks of my bottom, pulling me toward him in rhythmic movements that have me thinking of his cock inside me. When he hums a groan against my clit, it's enough to push me into the pleasure void of an orgasm so intense that I lose awareness of where I am. When I come back to myself, I'm lying on my back. Aaron has rolled me over and is stripping off his clothes. "Are you okay?" he asks, pushing his jeans and boxers to the floor, fisting his cock as he gazes down at me.
"Yeah," I breathe, reaching to stretch out like a cat in the sun.
He crawls up the bed and settles between my legs, kissing me languidly as though he's savoring a deliciously ripe fruit. As I run my fingers along his sides and onto his ass, he grinds against me. "I wanna fuck you so badly," he says, stroking down my collar bone, through the middle of my breasts and over to pinch a nipple. I smile at the way his accent is always stronger when he's talking dirty.
"So, fuck me then."
He smiles at me wickedly. "Yeah, but it's not so simple now, is it?"
"Why not? You need something to tie me up with?"
He smirks. "You think I need to restrain you to get off?"
"Well, don't you?" I ask, curious to know everything about this gorgeous man.
He shakes his head. "I'm not going to deny that I like it dirty, and I like to be the boss. But it doesn't always have to be like that."
"You do it how you want it, baby," I say, running my fingers across his forehead and down his cheek. "I know you'll make it good for me."
"Yeah, I will."
I don't know what I'm expecting from him, but it isn't the tender kisses that he presses over my body so gently it makes me shiver or the way he drags his palm over my erect nipples, oh so softly and teasingly. It isn't the way he kisses my mouth slowly as though he wants to fall asleep and dream inside me. I feel cherished by his attention and the care he's giving to making me feel good. And when he finally presses his cock against my opening, I'm not prepared for the tenderness in his thrusts or the gradual way he brings us both close to the peak of pleasure. I hold onto him so tightly, urging with my hips and hands, moaning as he grinds into me and nibbles my bottom lip with his teeth.
"Fuck, Nicole. Fuck," he says, pulling back and sucking on his thumb, using it to rub against my swollen clit until I'm mindlessly coming around his cock.
"That's it, baby, that's it," he says, speeding. I feel the moment of his release; the way he swells inside me and goes rigid as the waves of pleasure pulse through him, filling me up. His eyes are scrunched closed, face flushed across his cheekbones, beautifully unaware of himself. When he's finished coming, he opens his eyes and licks over his lips, gazing down at me with the warmest expression I have ever seen him wear.
He doesn't pull out straight away but rests down on me, face in my neck as he did at my apartment, cupping my breast as is his way. "Ah, Nicole," he sighs. "Where did you come from?"
"Pretty sure you seduced me," I say, laughing.