He lifted off me, holding my gaze while he reached behind me to unclasp my bra, pulling it off one arm and the next to release my breasts. “Please,” I whispered, aching with desire.
He barely shook his head, his eyes so dark they barely held color, as he pushed my panties down and off.
He kneeled between my legs, an absolute specimen of a man. Inside as well, but I was focused only on the physical right now. I trembled, needing his hands, his mouth, his skin, my god, anything.
“Please,” I said again, unafraid to beg.
His eyes roamed every inch of my skin as I lay before him, panting, legs spread, nipples peaked, palms up in supplication. My inner walls clenched, and I squirmed with the unbearable need for pressure.
“I need you. Please,” I repeated.
He hovered over me, his eyes boring into mine. “Say it again.”
The words came without hesitation. “I’m yours. I love you. I need you. Always. Please.”
He fell onto me, his mouth capturing mine, and I lost myself to the way our tongues danced, slick and hot, and the scrape of his scruff against my skin. His hands moved, caressing my waist and hip, gripping my ass as I lifted a leg for him. His weight on top of me, the heat of him, skin on skin, the perfect fit, was its own fantasy. One I intended to have forever. His mouth moved to my cheek, then to the sensitive skin beneath my ear, one of his hands still skimming my body.
Then he pushed up onto both his hands to angle above me, his eyes traveling over each breast and down to my stomach and back again. “You are so unbelievably sexy.” He kissed my neck. “I am the luckiest man in the world.”
“You’re mine.”
“Fact.” He grabbed a breast and squeezed. “Now,” he said, the timbre of his voice falling and shooting straight between my legs. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do to you, Devon. How do you want to come?”
I groaned and fought to keep my gaze on his. Shards of need spiked through me. I ached for him. “I want your mouth on my pussy and I want you to make me come.”
He smiled wickedly, shifting back on his heels. “Good answer.”
He moved again, sliding down and pushing my legs farther apart before settling back on the mattress, his head between my thighs. I felt his hot breath on me and trembled with anticipation.
His tongue flicked out, and I gasped with pleasure. “More.”
His tongue was on me again, light, then hard. In seconds he had me writhing, my hand gripping the top of his hair as his tongue swirled around my clit. I moaned his name.
He answered my cries by humming and increasing the pressure. I circled my hips, unable to be still, sending a string of delighted curses into the air as he pushed his fingers into me. Aaron’s tongue kept going, his wide shoulders keeping my legs apart as he took me to the edge.
Within moments, heat gathered and swirled, concentrating into a pinprick of pleasure, pulsing, then bursting across my body in a tidal wave of pleasure. I cried out, bucking and squirming, and Aaron kept going, pushing me higher and higher through the orgasm, until finally I collapsed, spent.
My entire body tingled, and I simply breathed, trying to remember what reality was. After a moment, I managed to croak, “Your mouth. It’s actually your mouth I belong to.”
A low laugh escaped him as he kissed the inside of my thigh, his lips lingering. Then he scraped his teeth across my skin and bit it, sending another spike of want through me. He made his way up my body, his lips hot and wet against me, before pulling a nipple into his mouth and sucking.
I arched up and gasped. “Fuck.”
He squeezed the other as he pressed his body to mine, melting me into the mattress. I wrapped my legs around his and gathered him closer, feeling him hard and ready against me. I arched my hips into his. “Aaron.”
He lifted his mouth off my breast and crashed his lips onto mine. I opened for him, tasting myself on his tongue. His kisses were soul-melting, pulling my every emotion to the surface, and I welcomed it.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need you inside of me.”
Wordlessly, he rolled off me and stretched toward the bedside table.
“No.” The word shot out.
He stilled.
My hands gripped at him, pulling him back and meeting his lust-blown eyes. “I’m on the pill. I want all of you, Aaron. Nothing between us.”
He returned, settling between my legs. “Devon,” he whispered reverently.
I gathered him to me, bringing his lips an inch from mine. Our breaths mingled as I felt the tip of his cock breach my entrance. “Now, Aaron.”
He pushed in, and my eyes rolled back as he filled me. Tears pricked at my eyes. This. This was…my god.
He groaned and stilled above me, letting me get used to him. “Sweetheart.” His voice was thick.
I rolled my hips and he pulled back, then slowly pushed in again, filling me even more.
I was going to explode. His cock. He moved in and out of me, almost too slowly, and I gripped his ass to push him down. He understood, and pushed in hard. I sighed in relief. I licked the hollow of his neck, and he shivered and pushed in harder.
“Yes. More.” I gave myself to him completely.
He shifted and pulled my leg up to tuck the knee against his side, kissing it as he pushed into me. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Three weeks I’d been without this man’s cock. We could be gentle later. Right now, though? “Fuck me, Aaron. Make me forget my name.”
He smirked, then exploded into action, his hips pistoning into me at a punishing rate. I felt him deep inside of me, hitting exactly where I needed, over and over. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“Baby,” he grunted. “Fuck.”
