CLIO
I didn’t recognize the voice coming out of my mouth, yet I’d never felt more like myself. Being with Aidan was liberating, and I felt like I could finally give voice to some of the fantasies I’d long ago buried.
I’d just teased a man by seductively showering in front of him while he watched and masturbated, and then, I’d sucked him until he’d exploded into my mouth.
I realized it probably sounded a little silly, but after being a reserved wallflower for my whole life, it made me feel like anything was possible.
Telling Aidan that I wanted him to take me hard had set off a chain reaction that still made my head spin when I thought about it…which was often. It couldn’t be helped.
Once those words were out of my mouth, he’d reached down and yanked me up by my elbows to a standing position. He moved from where he’d been leaning on the vanity and stood directly behind me. I felt a rush of heady anticipation race through me as his breath went across the back of my neck.
“Put your hands on the sink, Clio,” he instructed. I did as he said, bending over to place my hands on the counter. I felt exposed, bent over in front of him, but as I felt his erection nudge the cleft of my ass, I felt even more excited.
He ran a hand up my back and to my shoulder, grasping me there. His other hand stroked over the curve of my ass a few times before slipping his fingers lower and playing at my entrance. “You said you wanted it hard, Clio. Tell me how hard do you want it exactly, baby girl?”
I shuddered at the way he was stroking me. “I want it to be hard enough that you’re all I feel,” I managed to get out.
His mouth was by my ear then, promising me, “Don’t worry Clio, I will make sure you get what you want.”
He pushed gently to move me even farther forward, nudging my legs even farther apart. I felt the tip of him at my entrance, and I found that I couldn’t stop my ass from moving farther back, needing him deeper.
His chuckle was low and dark in my ear. “So eager, the perfect pupil,” he said before thrusting in deep. I gasped at the impact. His voice was earnest as he instructed me, “You tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”
I nodded.
“I want to hear you say it, Clio,” he pushed.
“Yes, sir,” I rushed out, needing him to keep moving.
At my response, his hands gripped me hard, and he started pumping into me. I cried out instantly at the pace, but I loved every second of it. The sensation of his manhood invading me was so intense that there was no space to think, just feel. His grunts and groans of satisfaction in my ear only heightened my pleasure. “Your pussy is so wet for me, I fucking love it…” he groaned as his hips pumped into mine, his balls slapping against my ass.
He kept that hand at my shoulder and reached his other hand around. I screamed out when his fingers found my engorged bud. “Fuck, Aidan!” He rubbed the swollen nub in tight, little circles as he continued to move in and out of me. Between the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other and the sounds of our collective moans and cries, I was so turned on that I could feel my own wetness dripping down my thighs.
“Look at us, baby girl. Look at me owning your body,” he ordered. I looked in the mirror at the sight we made, two people flush with passion. His expression was possessive, and it made me even wetter.
“Aidan,” I moaned. “I’m going to come, oh my god, I’m going to come so hard.”
“Yes, that’s my good girl. You come all over me. Do it,” he growled in my ear.
My hips were now pinned against the counter as his hips took over completely, and the feeling made me clench tight around him and then spiral out into blinding spasms of pleasure and release. “Oh my god,” I cried, trying to catch my breath as my orgasm took possession of my body at that moment.
I could feel Aidan’s fingers biting into my hips. I met his eyes in the mirror and, feeling empowered by my effect on him, pressed my ass harder into his wild thrusts and breathed out what encouragement my oxygen deprived brain could come up with. “Please, Aidan. Please, come for me, fill me up.” He let out a deep, guttural sound, then surging up inside me once, twice, three more times, he exploded inside me.
“Jesus Christ,” he huffed out, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. I welcomed the weight of him on me, smiling at our reflection in the mirror. He caught my expression and leaned down to kiss the side of my face. “My sweet, sweet Clio…you’re going to kill me.”
I laughed out loud, strangely proud of his announcement. No reserved wallflower here, just a woman who just got what she wanted and brought a man down to his knees in the process.