I had loved my dearly departed husband, God rest his soul, but he was always delicate with me during sex. He acted as if he would break me or something. Aaron was rough and hard and intoxicating. He drove my body to its limits and pounded into me so hard and good. It was like he demanded my enjoyment of his sex.
The way he looked and even the way he smelled turned me on. Aaron didn’t bother wearing cologne although he had several bottles in his bathroom. Remnants of the soap, shampoo, and the deodorant he used along with his natural, intoxicating male scent were more than enough to lure my senses in and draw me to him with ease.
When Aaron walked into the kitchen, his gaze locked with mine. He stepped up to me and slapped a piece of paper on the table just as he’d done with the condoms the day before. After he placed his dishes in the sink, he walked back over to the table and stood over me.
My eyes refused to drop away from him. His button-up white shirt and black slacks were a part of his work uniform, but seeing him in something other than jeans gave him a refreshing appeal. He’d gelled his hair back and away from his face and tied it back with a rubber band. With his hair combed back, the strong features of his handsome face were more visible, making him even more desirable.
When my gaze dropped from his face to the document on the table, my mouth fell open. It was his medical clearance form, confirming that he was free of all STD’s. I glanced up, speechless. How the hell had he gotten this report in one day?
“Small town. I know the doctor and lab tech,” he answered like he was reading my mind. He had already started to undo the buttons on his shirt.
After last night, I could understand why he would want to fuck me with no barriers between us. Shit, truth be told, I was probably as curious as he was. Obviously, he was trusting that I had a clean bill of health as well. It made me wonder what he’d seen in me to trust me that much.
“So, can I fuck you with no condom?” he asked. His chiseled chest peeked out from the two halves of his open shirt. I threw my hands up, torn between shock and fuck-yes-ness. Instead, I remained calm.
“I suppose so,” I told him, struggling not to let my lust-filled gaze trail down his body and linger at his dick that had tented in his crotch. It wasn’t the answer I wanted to give, but I couldn’t let him know that he’d had my pussy throbbing all day.
“That’s a good enough answer for me,” he stated.
He didn’t give me time to say another word. He snatched me from my seat, hiked me up onto the counter, and didn’t waste a moment dragging my sweats over my dangling legs. The kicker wasn’t even the fact that he wanted me so badly. It was that I wanted him just as much, if not more.
I helped him by heaving my shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor as he slid my panties down my legs. My ass kissed the cold, smooth surface of the counter, but my body was so warm, it would likely leave a dewy layer of frost where I sat.
Aaron tore off his shirt, popping a few of the buttons off the arms as he slung it off his shoulders before tugging it over his wrists. He didn’t even bother taking his pants all the way off. He yanked them and his boxers down to his thighs, far enough for his dick to jump up and point right where it wanted to be—right between my slick, hot, and throbbing pussy.
Two things happened quickly. Aaron slid my ass to the edge of the counter and thrust into me in one long and smooth stroke that took my breath away. My fingers dug into his tight muscular biceps as my head landed on the edge of his shoulder. It was a damn shame that I was too weak with need and so full of burning lust that I could barely hold my own head up.
Aaron didn’t care if I was ready or not. He didn’t hold back as he began to pound into me. I gasped, nearly choking on the large amount of oxygen that flooded my lungs. Before I could exhale, the hypnotic sensations his dick induced took over my body.
I clenched my already shut eyes tighter as they rolled to the back of my head. My head lifted and fell back as my mouth dropped open, allowing my ragged breaths to fill the kitchen. My fingernails on one hand dug deeper into his taut bicep and the other dug into the side of his rippling abdominal muscles as I assisted in pulling him further between my splayed legs.
Sinful strokes touched me deep inside with no barrier between us, and deep cries of pleasure escaped my throat with every down thrust. This encounter was a magical mixture that had no business existing. I was gone after the first stroke, but the longer he drove that strong, pulsing sensational dick into me, the further I traveled away from rationale and reason.
I lost control of my moans and vocal cries. If Shark came back for any reason and caught us, I didn’t think Aaron would stop. Even worse, I wouldn’t want him to stop.
Shark would see us fucking in Aaron’s kitchen and hear me saying, “Oh my God, Aaron, that feels so good. Keep fucking me like that.”
My pleas were cut short as a violent quiver started at my stomach and rolled up and over my chest, making my entire body convulse.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Megan. Fuck! It’s better than I could have imagined. Shhhiiit!”
He dragged out the word, shit, like it had five syllables instead of one. His grunts and fucks never stopped as he pounded into me with hungry thrusts that struck the back of me with each dip his dick took inside me. The slapping sound of his hips against my inner thighs livened up the otherwise quiet kitchen.
Aaron didn’t have to tell me to open myself for him. I spread my legs as wide as I could get them, allowing him the space he needed to fuck me as hard and as fast as he desired. At this point, I was so strung out that I’d forgotten that anything but us existed.
He lifted me by placing both his hands under my ass, easily holding my weight so that he stayed buried deep inside as he rotated his hips with lingering deep thrusts that drove me crazier than I already was. He moved me so that I rode his dick while he remained impaled, massaging everything inside me.
“I don’t want out of this pussy. It’s so fucking good!” he confessed. His shouts were so loud and boisterous that they vibrated through me even as my body caught fire for him and danced atop his deeply planted iron-hard dick. I’d never experienced anything like this before; sex so good it literally made me lose my sanity.
We may as well have been animals in the wild because we fucked without inhibitions—no remorse or regret. Aaron’s hair had fallen loose from the band he’d tied around it, and it bobbed in time with his thrusting hips and teased the side of my face and neck.
He stroked everything that sparked intense vibrations, and I became a woman possessed. With Aaron, I indulged in my greatest impulses and I wasn’t ashamed of my lustful and wanton actions.
“Aaron, I’m about to cum all over your dick. Oh, God, help me!”
I choked on the massive amount of pleasure he forced into my body, unable to suck in a full breath. I was on the verge of a heart attack or some other condition that would cause my body to go into shock. My fucking heart was about to stop. I knew it was. The buildup of the orgasm was so intense that I was almost afraid to let go, but I didn’t have a choice. It swept through me, taking me by force.
Words I didn’t understand flew out of my mouth. My entire body endured the blast, as total earth-shattering bliss consumed my mind and took my body to another world.
“Oh! Fuck! Your pussy is pounding so hard baby. I can’t…I can’t…”
I vaguely caught Aaron’s roaring words as they filled the interior of his kitchen. It sounded as if he’d been taken by one of those blissful explosions that had taken me. He pounded into me so fast and hard until it sounded like a drummer finding the right rhythm for his bass drum.
Just as he’d gifted me the night before and just as my orgasm started to subside, his dick pulsed so wantonly inside me that it enticed another orgasm from me that seized my body and left me a jerking mass of flesh, unconscious of how I acted or sounded.
Although tired from our previous night’s activities, we managed two more pleasure-filled rounds in Aaron’s bed before he allowed me to get some sleep.
When I tried to rise to get up to go to my room, Aaron pulled me right back down and snuggled me against his chest before he passed out. Like everything else between us, this was unexpected. Weren’t we just fucking? As a matter of fact, I preferred just fucking with no care and concern to worry about. When it was time for me to go home, the last thing I wanted was to have formed an attachment to him. I was pretty sure I was already addicted to the man’s dick.
Aaron delivered the best sex I’d ever experienced, but something that good wasn’t meant to be shared long-term. Despite my reluctance at being folded into his strong arms, I relaxed into the firm, warm confines of his solid chest. His arms tightened around me as I nuzzled closer and my eyes drifted closed.