I nodded, desperate, empty. “Condom,” I bit out.
He cursed and nodded. We rinsed and stepped out of the shower and he took my hand, guiding us wet and dripping to the bed.
I scrambled onto the navy comforter, fully expecting him to follow, but he paused, running his hand over his face as he looked at me.
“Aaron,” I breathed.
He crawled on the bed, and I lay down as he trailed hot kisses up my calf to my thigh, stomach, breast, and finally to my neck and mouth. He paused, his lips inches from mine. “Do you have any idea how stunning you are? These curves. Christ, Devon, they have haunted me.”
My heart pinched. I ignored it. “Touch me,” I begged. All rational thought had flown out of my head. I only wanted him.
His eyes finally left mine, dropping to my breasts as his hands came up to cup them. I let out a sigh of relief, then moaned as he pulled my nipples between his fingers and squeezed, hard.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, leaning back to hover his lips over mine.
“I like everything,” I whimpered. “You know that. I need…”
He caught my mouth with his, swallowing my groan as he hauled me flush against him, his cock against my stomach. Wrenching his mouth from mine, he angled up and toward the bedside table. In seconds he was rolling a condom on.
As he lowered his body onto mine, I exhaled in pleasure. The weight of him on me, the solidness of him, nearly sent me over the edge. I’d not done this with another man in years, literal years, not once I understood it never chased the loneliness away, and the reality of what we were about to do made my breath quicken.
“Devon?” He braced himself on his forearms, his expression soft but concerned. “Are you okay?”
I’d gone still beneath him. Was I okay? With a start, I realized I was. I was better than okay. I nodded, a smile blooming across my face. “Yeah.”
His brow smoothed. “Are you sure? Because we—”
I stopped him with a kiss. “I’m sure.” Then I grinned saucily, needing to change the mood. “What happened to the man issuing commands?”
His eyes darkened and his jaw ticked. “You want that?”
I didn’t answer.
Taking my silence as a yes, Aaron grabbed my wrists and yanked them above my head, holding them in one strong hand while his other moved to my breast and squeezed. He leaned to it, pulling the nipple deep into his mouth and sending me into orbit.
I squirmed, wiggling my hips in a needy attempt to line him up at my entrance.
He smacked my hip with a light pop, surprising me enough that I stopped. My eyes went wide as I beheld him.
“You want to be commanded?” he asked, his voice gruff.
I swallowed, my pulse ratcheting up even as I grew wetter.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.” My voice was a whisper.
“Spread for me. Wide.”
I obeyed.
He grunted his approval and bent back to my breast, his hand staying tight on my wrists. Streaks of pleasure bolted through me as he again pulled my nipple into his mouth, and I fought to stay still. But I wanted this. Wanted him. The safety of him, the certainty. The solid weight of him as his hips thrust against mine, still not giving me what I craved.
“I need you,” I whispered.
“You’ll wait.”
The emptiness inside of me was an ache, pulsing with desire. My eyes rolled back into my head as he took his free hand and moved it down to my center. “Please.”
He palmed me and squeezed, and I moaned.
“Fuck, Devon,” he said above me. “You are spectacular. Look at you.” He released my wrists and I moved my hands to his muscular ass. He squeezed between my thighs again and teased my entrance with a finger. “So needy. You want something?” He pressed the finger in just a little more.
“Your cock,” I gasped. “Please.”
“I like you begging,” he growled, laving my breasts and licking a trail up my neck. “When that mouth gets opened…” he trailed off.
Without warning, he moved his hand and thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
“Aaron!” I yelled.
He groaned and stilled as my walls fluttered around him. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head lowering. “Fuck.”
“Finally.” Finally I was full. I kissed his shoulder as he pulled out and pushed in again.
“Devon, my god.”
“More. I need more.”
