She continued to ride him, but as she did she watched him. His eyes were closed, and with every movement she could see the pleasure etched on his face, making her enjoy herself even more.
"God, you are beautiful," he told her.
She might have blushed if her color hadn't been so high from their current activity, and she said, "Thank you. I was just thinking the exact same thing about you."
"Sure you were," he said playfully, his voice rougher than usual.
"No, I was," she said, lightly cupping the side of his face in her palm. "I love to watch you, to see those expressions cross your face. I think watching you might even be my favorite part."
"Well, we can't have that," he stated.
"No, it's a good thing," she said, chuckling.
But he didn't listen; holding onto her, he neatly rolled her over onto her back, bracing his weight above her and spreading her legs.
"Aaron, that's—” But before she could finish, he was between her legs, pushing deeply inside of her and causing her eyes to roll back as she grabbed a fist full of bed sheet.
"That's…?" he prompted with a strained smile, pulling back and thrusting more quickly.
"Perfect," she managed breathlessly.
Laughing roughly, he continued moving until they found the same rhythm, Julie moving with him as each thrust carried them both closer and closer to the edge.
It didn't take long before Julie started to feel that telltale tightening of her insides, feeling each powerful thrust more intensely, and she gasped, "Aaron," pulling him closer to her as she lifted her hips more eagerly to match his movements. Taking the hint, Aaron's thrusts became faster, and as they both rocked together she could feel the bed moving beneath them. For a moment, she allowed a smile, but then the sensation intensified and before she had a chance to comment about the bed, Aaron pushed her over the edge.
Crying out, Julie closed her eyes as she felt pleasure erupt inside of her, pouring through her body until she was limp and out of breath.
With a few final thrusts, Aaron joined her there, groaning as his body stiffened and his release moved over him, then collapsing against her on the bed, gathering her up snugly against his chest.
Julie allowed them both a moment to recover before she said, "So, I just wanted to let you know, you're totally worth the wait."
Chuckling, he said, "Same to you," as he brushed a kiss across her forehead.
He was hot and sweaty, but strangely being held against his body—even though she was hot and sweaty herself—didn't bother her in the least. She liked the feeling of him not letting her go.
"I have never experienced that much pleasure all throughout sex in my whole life. I'm not going to lie."
"Really?" he asked, sounding a little surprised.
"Nope, not at all," she said, shaking her h
ead as much as she could while wedged against his chest. "Was it good for you?"
"Very," he stated, his eyes closed but a smile on his lips.
"I want to do this again very soon," she told him.
"Give me a few minutes."
Giggling, she said, "We don't have to do it again tonight, I'm just saying. I am a fan of this particular activity, and now that we've had our first date I'm allowed to do this. I want to take advantage."
"No," he said, his tone serious and his eyes opened. "We have to go on another date before we can do this again."
Her face fell.
He laughed.
She picked up the pillow on her side of the bed and swung it in the general vicinity of his face. "Don't joke about that!"