~Aaron~
Dragging her panties down her legs, I dove in, hunger driving me like I’d been deprived of her for far too long. My teeth grazed her skin, my tongue explored her, and I couldn’t get enough. It felt like I’d been parched for days and had finally found the purest, sweetest water. She tasted like heaven-intoxicating, addictive.
Her body writhed on the bed, hips bucking wildly, forcing me to place a firm hand on her stomach to hold her still. Her heels pressed into my back, the sharp points biting into my skin, and I knew I’d have marks there tomorrow. A reminder I wouldn’t mind.
“You taste like you were made for me,” I murmured against her, my tongue flicking against her swollen clit, teasing her. She moaned, and it sent a shiver down my spine, my cock straining harder against my pants.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked, my voice low, rough, as I lifted my head to look at her. I pushed a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and tightness envelop me instantly. Her mouth fell open, a soft, helpless sound escaping her lips.
Her hips rocked against my hand, and she let her own fingers slide down to rub at her clit. Impatient, needy, desperate. I grinned against her thigh-such a greedy, impatient kitten.
“Words, Joan,” I growled, slowing my rhythm until she groaned in frustration. I slid my finger out of her and brought it to my lips, tasting her, savoring her sweetness. “Tell me.”
“Yours,” she whimpered, her voice breathless, her green eyes wild with need. “I’m yours. Please.”
Her surrender sent heat rushing through my veins. My cock throbbed, demanding release, as I rose to my full height and leaned over her, pressing soft kisses to her stomach, my lips trailing a slow, deliberate path up her body. When I reached the edge of her bra, I paused, meeting her gaze.
She reached behind her, flicking it off with a quick, practiced motion. I swallowed hard, struggling to suppress a smile. Who knew Joan could be so willing, so compliant?
My eyes dropped to her breasts-small, perfect, with perky pink nipples and areolas that begged for attention. For a moment, I just stared, taking her in. She was breathtaking, the kind of beautiful that made my chest tighten and my thoughts scatter.
I cupped her soft, warm breasts in my hands, squeezing gently, and her breath hitched. Her green eyes locked on mine, pleading silently, burning with desire. God, I’d never seen her like this. Never imagined she could look so undone, so utterly perfect.
Dipping my head, I took one nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it, while my free hand toyed with the other. Her moans filled the room, her fingers tangling in my hair as she arched into me, her need as consuming as my own.
She fit me in every way-her body, her taste, the way her moans echoed in my ears and made me lose myself. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was mine, completely and irrevocably.
After lavishing her breasts with attention, I pulled back, breathing heavily, and met her gaze again. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, and I knew we couldn’t wait much longer. We were both desperate, the need clawing at us, unbearable.
I unzipped my fly, freeing my cock, hard and pulsing with need. Joan’s eyes flicked down, her lips parting slightly, and when she reached out to wrap her warm, delicate hands around me, I couldn’t hold back the grunt that escaped my throat.
“Are you on the pill?” I asked, the words coming out rougher than I intended. She nodded, her gaze soft. I cupped her face, my thumb brushing over her lips.
“Good,” I murmured, my voice dropping lower. “Turn over. Stomach down. Ass up.”
She let go of me without hesitation and shifted onto her stomach, arching her back to lift her ass into the air. My chest tightened at the sight of her-her slick thighs, her glistening heat. She was a mess. My beautiful, messy girl.
I lined myself up and slid into her, groaning as her warmth surrounded me. Her moans filled the room, the sound raw, desperate. I didn’t hold back, driving into her with a pace that matched the storm raging outside, hard and relentless.
“Oh, God,” she cried, her hands fisting the sheets, her knuckles white. Her body clenched around me, and I hissed through my teeth, the tight heat threatening to undo me.
I wasn’t going to last long. Not after days without her. Not when she felt this good, this perfect, clenching around me like she was made for me.
She came first, her cries echoing around us as her body trembled and tightened around me. I gritted my teeth, determined to hold on a little longer, to show her who she belonged to. By the time I reached my own release, she’d come again, her body collapsing onto the bed, totally spent.
I pulled out of her slowly, taking a moment to soak in the sight of her-naked, disheveled, her heels still on. She was breathtaking, every inch of her etched into my memory.
“I’ll be back,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before heading to the bathroom to clean up. The storm outside was relentless, and I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. Not tonight. Maybe not for the next few days.
When I came back out, she was gone from the bed. My chest tightened for a moment before I found her in the living room, standing in front of the window, wearing my T-shirt.
It was too big for her, the hem brushing her thighs, and I knew she was still naked beneath it. The sight of her like that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
She turned to look at me, her green eyes catching the dim light. “It’s a heavy storm,” she said quietly, her voice thoughtful.
I walked toward her, my gaze fixed on hers. “Looks like you’re stuck here for the night,” I replied, and her lips curved into a small smile before it disappeared.
We’d both agreed on not sleeping over, but guess she belonged to me for the night.
“Sleepover?” she whispered, and I gave a curt nod.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice low. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Not in this storm.