My hand goes over my mouth as the sensation builds. My heart is in full-speed gallop and my whole body is practically buzzing.
He lifts up a little and spreads me wider with both hands and then sucks again on my clit. Hard. His fingers slip back in, two fingers crooking, inside of me and I explode. I cry out into my hand, my head falling back.
Oh fuck, this is crazy. This is crazy-hot. Maybe a little embarrassing that it happened in a minute or so, but he’s not done. He smiles as I slowly float back down to earth. Now I’m feeling his stubble against my inner thighs. His fingers are magic. That tongue!
He spreads my butt cheeks and pussy lips wide with his hands spanning the whole area in between my legs. He sucks hard one more time.
I’m gasping. He is an absolute superstar at oral sex.
He’s up on his knees. He’s dragging my bra down so that the cups are underneath my breasts. He sucks one nipple, then the other, then the first one again.
“Grab my wallet, peaches,” he tells me. “Inside my jacket pocket.”
I roll sideways to reach for his coat on the floor. He sucks hard on my nipple while I do, and now his fingers are inside me again. Pumping, fast as I’m fumbling for his coat. My eyes are rolling around. I’m breathing hard, whimpering, feeling so much sensation.
I find the wallet and drop it on the bed, immediately plunge my hands into his hair, then I’m kissing him.
“I taste really good on you,” I whisper. He growls.
“You talk dirty, too? You won’t get rid of me now, peaches.”
I shake my head and laugh.
“You’re dangerous,” he tells me as he reaches into his wallet and pulls out a condom.
I giggle. “No, I’m not. I’m a good girl. I’m boring.”
“No fucking way,” he says and then tears it with his teeth and gets up and yanks his pants and underwear down.
And I finally see it. It. Aiden Jr: the brains of the operation. I s
ee it and it… is… beautiful.
He rolls the condom on and then climbs on top of me and starts kissing my breasts again.
I can’t just lie here, I don’t want to, I wanna touch him, but he’s very focused on my boobs right now.
“Aiden,” I whisper, rubbing his shoulders.
He looks up.
“Come up here, I wanna touch you.”
He flicks his tongue against my nipple one more time and then moves up. He has his cock poised and ready to slide in. And I have a sudden panic setting in.
We’re eye-locked. Locked and loaded. He’s directly against my opening.
God, what if he---oh wow. I don’t get the chance to let that flood of doubts materialize, because he flexes his jaw and then he drives in. Hard. His eyes close and the look on his face is the sexiest expression I’ve seen on his face so far.
Holy crow, he’s… there’s a lot of him.
I gasp.
He stays still, fully rooted. Staring at me.
“Good?” he asks.
“Oh yeah,” I say and then his lips are on mine and he is ramming hard, doing a gyrating thing with his hips as he does, and the one good thing about this lumpy sofa bed with the bar digging into my back is that it’s not creaking or wiggling. The heavy beast is staying still despite Aiden Carmichael’s powerful hip action.