We both groaned as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
I whimpered. My god, his tongue. In my mouth. The delicious, soft scrape of whiskers against my skin. So. Good. I tried to push him back, but he resisted, surging up to stand instead, his tongue pushing further in as he palmed my waist, branding me with his warmth.
He growled again, and I grinned against his lips before pulling away, kissing his stubbled jaw, his neck, then making my way to his chest and stomach before dropping to my knees on the carpeted floor in front of him.
“Devon,” he whispered, looking at me.
I met his gaze without hesitation, welcoming the intensity of it—of him—and I held it as I pulled his briefs down just enough to lick at the divots of his hips. He pushed my hair away from my face, then his eyes rolled back as I let the waistband snap into place. Opening my mouth a little, I breathed against his cock, then lightly bit down on him through the cotton.
“Shhhhhhhhiiiiit,” he exhaled, his legs shaking.
I looked through my lashes. “You like that?”
“Apparently,” he rasped.
I did it again, nipping softly up and down his shaft, listening for his moans and gasps to guide me. I scraped my nails across his thighs, hard enough to leave marks, then pushed inside the briefs to clamp my hands on his ass, nails first.
“Fuck,” he grit out, his hips pulsing involuntarily.
Taking the elastic band of his underwear in my teeth, I pulled them down to his knees, delighting in the look of awe on his face as he watched. I straightened and pushed them the rest of the way off, then blinked at the cock jutting into the air before me. Guess we were about to find out just how well I’d done my physical therapy exercises.
“I have wanted to do this for months,” I murmured.
“Devon, you don’t—”
I took his cock into my mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Oh my god.”
I hummed against him, testing my jaw. So far, so good.
Moving slowly, I sucked him in deeper, then eased up. As I continued, he responded to every move, his hips flexing back and forth. I pulled back, letting my mouth take a rest while I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his precum, then licking its length from root to tip and swirling around the top again.
He gazed at me, his eyes molten. I turned my attention to his impressive dick again. Using my tongue was amazing, but it was the ability to open my jaw that I’d been waiting for.
A loud groan escaped him as I took him into my mouth again, one hand at the base and the other cradling his balls. “Devon. Fuck.”
I looked up at him as I worked him over, licking and sucking, and his eyes briefly widened and then shut. “You,” he grunted. He let his head fall back. “My god. There is no way I’m lasting.”
“Good.” I loved the power of having him at my mercy. Ignoring the dull ache in my jaw, I took him again all the way inside my mouth, letting the tip of him hit the back of my throat. His legs began to quiver as I continued, and soon he grabbed my hair. “Devon,” he warned. “You don’t—I can’t—”
I knew what he was saying, but no way was I stopping. I moved faster, humming and gripping him. Seconds later, his legs stiffened and he groaned, emptying into my mouth.
“Fuck.” He was hoarse. “That was too much. Holy shit.”
I scraped my nails up his legs and he moaned softly, then fell back onto the mattress. “We’re putting this day on the calendar.”
“Why’s that?” I asked, still tracing my fingers up his thighs as my eyes honed in on the divots in his hips. Christ almighty. I used to think those only existed on the statue of David. “Because it’s the day we got back together?” I shifted up, kissing the soft inside of his thigh and working my way up to the bed.
“Because it’s the day you ruined me,” he said, arms splayed, eyes closed, as I hovered over him.
I straddled him and bent to kiss him, gently. As I straightened, I rubbed the muscles beneath my ears.
Aaron’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Are you okay?”
“Just sore from overuse,” I said, grinning. “Totally worth it.”
He laughed, bouncing me as I sat atop him. “I love you, Devon.”
I hummed. “I love you, too, Aaron.”
The force of his smile was almost blinding. “I’m gonna need to hear you say that again.”
“I love you.” I ran my hands over his pecs and followed with my mouth, finding a nipple and swirling my tongue over it. He grunted in pleasure. “I love you.” I continued down his chest, letting my fingers run along the ridges of his abs. “I love this chest, and I love you.”
He growled and flipped us, staring at me with a passion and lust that seemed limitless. I welcomed it. I wasn’t scared of what his eyes promised anymore. I wanted it. I wanted everything. But I especially wanted him. “I love you,” I said again. “And I’m never leaving you. You’re stuck with me.”
The ghost of a grin passed over his face. His eyes darted to my mouth. “Can I?”
I nodded, and with another hungry growl he pressed his lips against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth, hot and needy, as I opened for him. I lost myself to the kiss, felt nothing but his mouth on mine, our tongues dancing, our lips fused. My nipples stood at full attention as he held me to him, my breasts tight and aching.
“You can’t possibly know how long I’ve waited for this,” he said, his rumbling voice raking across my skin. He kissed my neck, his lips so hot it made my eyes roll back in my head. “Tell me you’re mine.” He pulled my ear lobe into his teeth and bit down.
Goose bumps raced over me as I gasped. “I’m yours,” I said, my voice not my own.
He continued his path down the column of my neck and back up to my other ear, nibbling and sucking, while I gulped one breath after the other. “Say it again.” His voice was low, gravel at midnight.
I shivered. “I’m yours. I love you and I’m yours.”
