I looked away, but he held my chin and made me face him.
“Look at me. There’s absolutely nothing filthy about you,” he said, kissing my cheek. “You’re perfect the way you are. You’re my horny mess.”
I looked at him, and laughter welled up, and I let it out.
“Your horny mess?” I laughed a little more. “That has to be the corniest line I have heard someone say.”
I noticed he was blushing from ear to ear. It’s been a while since I saw him like that.
“I like the name,” I said honestly.
“Really?” his expression lit up. “Isn’t it corny?”
“Well, it is,” I replied. “But it’s what you came up with, and it means I’m yours. So you better take responsibility for the horny mess that is Aria Wolfe.”
“I will,” he agreed.
We stared at each other while smiling. Not saying a word. His hands reached for my hair, and he slowly stroked it.
“You love my hair that much?” I asked.
“Well, it’s super good to touch, and well, let’s say I have a fetish for your hair,” he replied, and I could tell he was sincere.
“You are one weird boyfriend,” I shook my head in disbelief.
“But you love me that way,” he said as he leaned in close.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I replied as I accepted his kiss.
His kiss was light but had a deep emotion behind it. He slowly caressed my hair before resting his hand on my cheek. He continued his movement; however…his thumbs were also in on the game, judging by how they touched my cheek.
His kiss grew intense, and I felt the urge to breathe more. He let me go to catch his breath and went back in immediately. He pushed me forward and got on his knees. I realized that we were both kneeling while we kissed. It made the butterflies in my stomach excited.
His hands trailed down my back, and he pulled me closer to him; I could feel his dick struggling to be free. I touched his dick from outside his trousers. He hadn’t taken them off, but I could feel his length throbbing against his pants, responding to my touch. I continued to stroke him, and I could feel him groan in my mouth as we kissed.
The poor baby wanted to be inside mama.
I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him backward.
“Junior here seems impatient,” I said as I unzipped his pants.
His breathing was erratic as I released his dick.
I stroked it as I kissed his neck.
“It’s throbbing so hard,” I commented. “What do you think it wants?”
“To be inside you,” he replied as he plunged a finger between my already sensitive pussy.
My body shuddered at his touch; I stroked him while holding his lips to ransom.
The warmth, thickness, and length that throbbed in my palm made my body reawaken.
“Easy, Aria,” he said as he held my shoulders.
“Easy? I don’t think so, Mister,” I replied. It was my turn to be mean.
I continued to stroke him, adding my saliva to his dick without putting his dick in my mouth.