Liam
Aria looks at me and pulls her lower lip between her teeth. Despite everything that I have done in the past with all the other women, Aria’s beauty is astounding. I can’t get my eyes off her, especially the way she bites that lip looking so innocent yet I have all these dirty things I want to do to her body.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I mumble, running my fingers down to her neck and caressing her soft flawless skin. She leans into my touch and tugs at my hair.
“You. I want you,” she responds, breathless. She closes her eyes momentarily and then looks back at me and her eyes flash with desire. Fuck! I want her. She wants me. I can feel the heat generating from her body. It is searing me. I want to be bathed in it. I want to bury myself deep inside her and make her forget everything about the world other than me.
“Tell me exactly what you want,” I demand.
“I want to ride you,” she responds, confident. Fuck! This is so raw, erotic. There is nothing I want now more than to see her moving up and down my cock.
I watch as her pupils dilate and her cheeks flush with desire. Grabbing her hips, I pull her against my growing erection. Her hands are in my hair and she’s pulling me down to her mouth. I push her against the door and kiss her again.
She pulls away from the kiss and walks out of my hold. She pulls me by the hand up to the bed. She is taking the lead, the control and it is fucking hot!
“What are you going to do to me now?” I ask her. She pushes me gently on my chest.
“I want you on the bed and still,” she orders, I can’t stop the huge grin that forms on my face. I fall back on the bed and watch her as she towers over me.
“Strip for me,” I ask her and she gives me a shy smile before stepping back and holding the hem of her blouse. She pulls it slowly over her head revealing a black lace bra. She throws it on the floor and then reaches for the crouch of her jeans. She undoes the buttons of her jeans and pulls them down her legs, leaving her in the bra and matching panties. She unhooks her bra and removes it as well as her panties. Now she is gloriously naked infront of me. I can’t wait to devour her, to touch and taste every inch of her skin.
“There are condoms in the nightstand drawer,” I tell her. She quickly reaches for it and opens the drawer.
She produces both foil packets and tosses them onto the bed beside me. She reaches for my shirt buttons and hastily undoes them. She pulls the shirt off my shoulders and throws it on the floor. Her fumbling fingers reach for the button on my waistband, and after two attempts she undoes it.
Her naïveté is captivating. It’s obvious that she’s never done this before. Another first…and it’s fucking arousing.
“So eager, Miss Manroe,” I tease.
She yanks down my zipper and, pulling at my waistband, gives me a look of frustration.
I try hard not to laugh.
Yeah, baby, how are you going to get these off me now?
Shuffling down my legs, she tugs at my jeans, concentrating hard, looking adorable. And I decide to help her out. “I can’t keep still if you’re going to bite that lip,” I say while arching my hips, lifting them off the bed.
Rising up on her knees, she pulls down my jeans and boxers and I kick them off, onto the floor. She sits across me, eyeing my cock and licking her lips.
Whoa.
She looks hot, her dark hair falling in soft waves around her breasts.
“Now what are you going to do?” I whisper. Her eyes flick to my face and she reaches up and grasps me firmly, squeezing hard, her thumb brushing over the tip.
Jesus.
She leans down.
And I’m in her mouth.
Fuck.
She sucks hard. And my body flexes beneath her. “Jeez, Aria, steady,” I hiss through my teeth. But she shows no mercy as she fellates me again and again. Fuck. Her enthusiasm is disarming. Her tongue is up and down, I’m in and out of her mouth to the back of her throat, her lips tight around me. It’s an overwhelming erotic vision. I could come just watching her.
“Stop, Aria, stop. I don’t want to come.”
She sits up, her mouth moist and her eyes two dark pools directed down at me.
“Your innocence and enthusiasm are very disarming.” But right now I want to fuck you so I can see you. “You, on top, that’s what you want. Here, put this on.” I place a condom in her hand. She examines it with consternation, then rips the packet open with her teeth.
She’s keen.
She removes the condom and looks to me for direction.
“Pinch the top and then roll it down. You don’t want any air in the end of that sucker.”
She nods and does exactly that, absorbed in her task, concentrating hard, her tongue peeking between her lips.
“Christ, you’re killing me here,” I exclaim through clenched teeth.
When she’s done she sits back and admires her handiwork, or me-I’m not quite sure, but I don’t care. “Now. I want to be buried inside you.” I sit up suddenly so we’re face-to-face, surprising her. “Like this,” I whisper, and, wrapping my arm around her, I lift her. With my other hand I position my cock and lower her slowly onto me.
My breath escapes from my body as her eyes close and pleasure thrums noisily in her throat.
“That’s right, baby, feel me, all of me.”
She. Feels. So. Good.
I hold her, letting her get used to the feel of me. Like this. Inside her. “It’s deep this way.” My voice is hoarse, as I flex and tilt my pelvis, pushing deeper into her.
Her head lolls as she moans. “Again,” she breathes. And she opens her eyes and they blaze into mine. Wanton. Willing. I love that she loves this. I do as I’m asked and she moans again, throwing back her head, her hair tumbling in a riot over her shoulders. Slowly I recline onto the bed to watch the show.
“You move, up and down, how you want. Take my hands.” I hold them out and she grabs them, steadying herself on top of me. Slowly she eases herself up, then sinks back down onto me.
My breath is coming in short, sharp pants as I restrain myself. She lifts herself again and this time I raise my hips to meet her as she comes down.
Oh yes.
She rolls her hip, taking special care to take my whole length. She watches my face and circles her hips about and my mouth falls open to release a deep groan. When she rocks back and forth, I curse under my breath and squeeze my eyes in concentration on the feeling.
I grab her by the hips, dig my fingers into her skin.
“Aria,” I pant. “Ari, just like that. Fuck,” Her sexy evil smile makes everything much sexier. I want her to feel good and sexy doing this. Maybe I could give her a boost. I snake my hands to her breasts and cup them in my palms. I give them a soft fondle, and she throws her head back, moaning out loud.
“You like that?” I teased her. “You like how my cock feels in your pussy?”
“Fuck yes. Oh my God.”
“You’re so big,” she gasps moving up and down.
Closing my eyes, I savor every delicious inch of her. Together we find our rhythm as she rides me. Over and over and over. She looks fantastic: her breasts bouncing, her hair swinging, her mouth slack as she absorbs each stab of pleasure.
Her eyes meet mine, full of carnal need and wonder. God, she’s beautiful.
She cries out as her body takes over. She’s almost there, so I tighten my grip on her hands, and she ignites around me. I grab her hips, holding her as she shouts incoherently through her orgasm. Then I tighten my hold on her hips and silently lose myself as I explode inside her.
She flops down onto my chest, and I lie, panting, beneath her.
My God, she’s a good fuck. We lie together for a moment, her weight a comfort. She stirs and nuzzles my chest, then splays her hand on top of my shoulder.
“Aria, you were so amazing,” I say, to let her know that I really appreciate her and everything we do together. That she accepted to come over and spend the night here with me at my house, away from her place makes me realize how much she trusts me, that I will make her happy and take good care of her.
“Thanks for coming over to spend the weekend with me. I really appreciate your precious time,” I say and kiss her fore head. She raises her head and looks me in the eyes. A sultry smile plays on my her.
“I really love being with you, Liam. There is no where I would rather be in this world at this time than here with you, like this,” she tells me. Her words make a hard lump grow on my throat, I try to swallow it down but it stays. This how much Aria values me, us. That is so intimate, yet I don’t want to go there now. I am not ready to make any promises I won’t be able to fulfill.
“Me too,” I respond and then capture her lips into a quick short kiss