He smiled softly, then guided my lips to his and kissed me gently, reverently. I melted into him, wishing I could kiss him deeper, allowing my body to give him what I couldn’t manage to say. Because I probably did, but I couldn’t even think those three words without panicking. So I tightened my arms around him like my life depended on it, because maybe it did.
He made a noise in the back of his throat and slid his hands down my side, squeezing me tight in return. Heat flared through my body and I whimpered, the pressure of his hold making me pulse with need.
“Aaron.”
He looked down at me, his eyes glinting. “Turn around.”
He bent over to get a condom out of his jeans and tossed it onto the island. “Now, Devon,” he commanded, his voice low.
Oh. I guess sweet Aaron was gone. “Yes sir,” I said as I obeyed.
He bit down on my shoulder and I hissed in pleasure, arching my back. He pushed his hands down my jean shorts and growled against me. “No panties?”
“No,” I breathed, still caught between his teeth.
He pushed a finger through my folds as he released my shoulder, kissing and soothing the skin. Then he circled his tongue across my shoulder as his fingers played with my clit.
I moaned, pleasure swirling through me as I held myself up against the Formica.
He pulled his hand away and I whimpered at the loss of it as he undid my shorts and shoved them down. He put his hand back on me, his rough fingers once again rubbing against my sensitive bud. His other hand trailed across my stomach to my breast, cupping and squeezing it before pushing the bralette up. My breasts fell out, full and heavy, and I moaned as his fingers worked me.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he said in my ear. “I need that pussy.”
I did and felt him position himself.
“I want to be gentle with you. But it’s not what you want, is it?”
I shook my head and rasped, “No.”
“You need it rough.”
I nodded, whimpering in anticipation of what was to come.
“Then hang on, sweet girl.” He thrust into me and I shouted, instantly filled up with him.
“So good,” I moaned and circled my hips. He was heaven inside of me. He knew exactly what I needed.
His hands tightened on me and he pulled out and pushed again, deeper this time. My god.
“On your toes, Devon,” he said, his voice like gravel.
I obeyed, and he thrust again, harder, deeper, again and again, and it was like nothing I’d ever felt in my entire life. He understood me better than anyone before him. My orgasm gathered, quicker than ever, getting closer with every push and grunt he gave.
“Fuck, Aaron,” I gasped. “I’m going to—”
Abruptly, he stopped and pulled out.
“Oh, fuck you,” I said.
“That’s for teasing me earlier,” he said, his voice low in my ear.
I whined, pushing my hips back against him.
He pushed me down against the counter, holding me with one hand, and without warning, I felt his other pop against my ass.
I gasped and clenched my palms. “Did you just—”
Whack.
One to match the other side.
My pulse ratcheted up and I grew even wetter as his free hand soothed the spots he’d spanked. Holy shit.
He leaned over me and I felt the cotton of his shirt against my back as his cock nestled between my legs. His voice was gravel. “Tell me you like that.”
My answer was swift. “I liked it.”
He pulled off me and did it again, the sound reverberating through the kitchen.
“You going to tease me again?”
“If this is the punishment I get, then yes.”
He growled and plunged into me.
I shouted, flattening my palms against the counter as his fingers dug into my hips. He lifted me up as he kept pushing into me, faster, harder, exactly how he knew I needed it.
My walls clamped down around him as I shattered, the climax ripping through me all the way to my fingers and toes. Aaron pushed and held against me, shouting as his own orgasm hit.
