“Want me or need me?” he breathes against my mouth.
“Shut up and take it off before I rip it off.”
“You forgot something.” He unzips my dress.
“What’s that?”
“My name.”
I pull back slightly. “I’m about to rip your shirt off, Mr. Stone. Are you okay with that?”
“Not really.”
I tear it apart, buttons popping. “Tough shit.”
He laughs, his bare hands spreading across my back, and plunges his tongue into my mouth. My back hits the wall with the force of him against mine, and I swear to f**king god I’d climb on him if I could.
His lips caress mine and his tongue explores my mouth like I’m an undiscovered cave ready to be exposed of my secrets. My dress slips over my shoulders and he helps it along the way, kissing my neck and easing the lace away until there’s a pool of turquoise at my feet.
I run my fingers down his body, our panting breaths mixing together, and rest my fingers on the buckle of his belt.
“Hell no.” He takes my hands away and holds them to the sides. “Don’t you remember what I said?”
Yes. I remember. Every muscle in my body tenses.
He chuckles against my neck. “I’m going to taste you now, Dayton. And I’m going to take my sweet f**king time exploring every bit of that beautiful cunt.”
His lips ignite a blazing trail down my neck and collarbone. I sink my fingers into his mass of dark hair and revel at the sensations flooding my body, feeling like a virgin again.
The tingles, the nerves, the incessant ache—it’s all so new to me, so unrecognized, feelings that have been buried for seven years.
The feelings that have been buried since him are now alive again. For him.
He makes his way down my body, my breath catching with every tender kiss against my skin, until he reaches my hips. He slips a finger through the string of material there and runs it along, his knuckles brushing my core.
“I like these. I hope you asked her for more than one pair.”
He rips them from me before I can ask why.
“Nope. Just that one.”
“Order more.” He breathes the words over my tender flesh that’s crying out for his touch. His mouth, his hands, his cock. I don’t care anymore. My body is screaming for him from every pore, begging for him from every curve.
Aaron runs his hands up my thighs and hooks them over his shoulders. I flatten my hands against the wall at the feeling of hot air across my clit.
“Please.”
He squeezes my ass. “Are you begging?”
“No.”
He runs his nose up the inside of my thigh and stops before he hits the apex, before he hits the part of my body desperately needing him.
“Are you begging?”
“Yes. I’m f**king begging you!”
His tongue slides along me slowly. I arch my back at the pure pleasure that shivers through my body. God. One stroke of his tongue and I’m flying somewhere else, especially when he flicks the tip of it into my pu**y, stretching it upward.
“Fuck,” he moans, his tongue still against my aching core and dragging along me. “You taste amazing.”
The pressure he applies to my clit sends waves through my stomach. I moan out loud and he licks along me repeatedly, leaving no part of me untouched by his hot tongue. I writhe against him with each stroke of his tongue, each one bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
He holds me to the wall with his hand, pinning my hips, and frantically circles his tongue against me. My clit swells and I throw my head back, unable to control the cries leaving my parted lips or the shuddering of my body.
“Dayton,” he growls against my opening and presses his thumb to my sensitive clit. I fall apart, deliciously, deliriously, hovering somewhere unearthly as pleasure hits me full force.
I come back to now slowly, my head buzzing and my body on fire, and feel the head of him resting against my opening. I can feel the wetness I’m spilling over him and the way he’s rubbing his c**k against it. He does it for so long. Too long. It feels like he’s been hovering against me for hours.
“For the love of God, Aaron,” I pant. “Just f**k me already!”
His c**k slides into me with ease, stretching me and filling me. I shudder around him, my muscles clenching at his sudden invasion, and his lips brush mine.
“You asked for it.”
One hand holds my hip and the other grabs the back of my head. He pounds into me relentlessly, each time going a little deeper and hitting that spot a little harder. Our skin is slick against each other’s, coated in sweat born of a frantic orgasm and the raw need for a release.
Each stroke of him inside me makes me tighten, and I grasp his hair tighter. I grasp it and I curl it around my fingers and I tug at it. My forehead hits his shoulder as he thrusts into me relentlessly. Tears build behind my eyes at the pure power of him, the desperate way he moans my name a trigger for my own building orgasm.
I hold back. I need him inside me. I need to feel him connected to me and indulging in me. I need to feel every single f**king part of his body against mine as long as possible.
Every part of him is sacred to me.
“Stop f**king holding it back,” he hisses into my ear. The husky undertone forces my muscles to tighten around him and I squeeze his cock. Hard. “Fuck. Dayton. Come. Now!”
I throw my head back and let it build into me with each relentless pound of him inside me. He grabs my jaw and tugs my face down.
“Eyes. Look at me.”
My eyes open but flutter back closed at the overwhelming hit of the beginning of an orgasm.
“Open your eyes!”
I force them open and stare into a pool of dark blue passion.
“Don’t you dare close them. I want to see you and feel you come.” He pushes into me deeply.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Hard. Come hard or not at all. Got it?”
I nod.
I get it.
He picks the pace up again. My eyes stay on his, the intensity of his gaze only increasing the pressure in my body. It builds and builds, shaking my muscles and making my heart pound and panting all my breaths until finally.
Finally.
His name leaves my mouth in a desperate scream. My pu**y clenches around him until he groans my name into my shoulder. I milk him for everything he has, taking everything from him until his body is limp against mine.
Heavy breaths coat his body the way his does mine. My legs ache as the orgasm subsides, and I want to drop them, but I don’t want to lose the feeling of completeness I have with him inside me.