~Aaron~
She was going to be the death of me. Joan was driving me fucking crazy, testing every shred of my self-control. It took everything in me to keep the hungry beast on a leash. She wouldn’t mind if I let go, if I took her rough and fast, but I didn’t want to-not yet. I wanted to savor every inch of her, memorize every curve of her luscious body. But she was making it so damn hard, grinding down against my torso with every intention of torturing me.
I placed my hands on her abdomen, stilling her movements. The heat of her skin against my palms only made my cock throb harder.
“Easy, kitten. Rubbing yourself on me like this won’t get you what you need… or will it?” I teased, trailing hot, wet kisses down her stomach. Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as her eyes turned a shade lighter-a detail I’d never noticed before. Most people’s eyes darkened when they were turned on. Hers did the opposite, glowing with hunger, making her look like something rare and untamed.
“I need friction,” she breathed, arching against me as she tangled her fingers in my hair, halting my movement. I peered up at her, a smirk playing at my lips.
“If you’re going down on me, don’t you dare fucking stop until I come. Because if you do, I’ll kill you.” The threat in her voice was edged with desperation.
I chuckled, pressing a kiss just above her navel. “No need for threats, kitten,” I murmured before lowering myself between her thighs. She was already parting them for me, eager, needy. My smirk deepened.
God help me. She was glistening-pink, pretty, and mine.
I dipped my head, inhaling deeply. She smelled clean, sweet, perfect.
“How do you want it?” I asked, letting my breath ghost over her skin.
Her brow furrowed slightly. “What?”
“All tongue? Lips? Teeth? Tell me, kitten. Tell me exactly what you want.” I pushed a single finger inside her, groaning as her walls clenched around me, already trying to pull me deeper.
Her breath hitched, and I kept my eyes locked on hers, waiting. I loved how open her expression was during sex-she probably didn’t even realize it, but her face gave me a map to her pleasure. Every time I hit a perfect spot, her eyes widened just slightly, her body jerked, her lips parted on a silent moan.
I knew her body well.
“Still waiting for an answer,” I reminded her, dragging my finger out slowly before pushing it back in.
“Teeth, tongue, lips. All,” she gasped, eyes fluttering shut.
Greedy little thing.
I withdrew my finger, replacing it with my tongue. The moment I touched her, she jolted, her thighs trembling as I worked her over-slow at first, then harder. My teeth grazed her clit, making her cry out, and when I sucked it long and deep, she nearly came off the bed. Her slickness coated my mouth, the sounds her body made was sloppier, and I knew she was close.
I didn’t stop. I worked her through it, holding her steady as she shattered beneath me. I licked up every last drop, savoring her taste, drawing out her pleasure until she whimpered from the overstimulation.
Her green eyes, still hazy with satisfaction, locked onto me. I couldn’t resist-I kissed her, pressing my mouth against hers so she could taste herself on my tongue.
“That was cool. I see you haven’t lost your touch,” she teased, voice still breathless.
I tilted my head, smirking against her lips before kissing her again, slower this time. Her hands trailed down my body, slipping lower, cupping my cock through my pants. My breath caught as she swirled her tongue in my mouth, her touch sending sparks up my spine.
She pulled back, grinning, then shoved me onto my back, wasting no time sliding down my body. My erection strained against my briefs, tenting the fabric. Her eyes darkened, a wicked glint in them as she pulled me free.
She wrapped her fingers around me, giving a slow stroke, and I sucked in a breath. “Did you grow bigger in two months?” she murmured, more to herself than to me.
I arched a brow, amused, propping myself up on my elbows.
My amusement died the moment she took me in her mouth.
Fuck.
She was warm, wet, perfect. I fought the urge to grip her hair and thrust deep-there would be time for that later. For now, I let her take control, let her work me with her mouth, her hand stroking the part of me she couldn’t fit in.
A groan rumbled from my chest as my hips lifted slightly to match her rhythm. She swirled her tongue over my tip, my balls tightening in warning. Then, just as I was on the edge, she released me with a soft pop, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with her fingers.
“If you’re going to come for the first time in two months, don’t you think it should be inside me?” she asked, voice sultry, teasing.
My jaw clenched as she straddled me, rolling her hips, rubbing her slickness against my cock. I gripped her waist, flipping us so she was beneath me.
I met her gaze, brushing my lips over hers. “If it gets too much, you tell me,” I murmured.
She nodded, but I wasn’t convinced. “I mean it, kitten. If you feel queasy, sick-hell, even if your head hurts-you tell me.”
She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me down for a deep kiss. “I love you,” she whispered against my lips.
I stilled.
I knew she loved me-I could feel it in the way she touched me, the way she looked at me. But hearing it? That was different. That made something in my chest tighten, made the air between us crackle with something bigger than just need.
She smiled, brushing a hand down my face. “But I’d love you even more if you stopped worrying and just fucked me already.”
Her voice had dropped lower, huskier, and fuck, I had no resistance left.
I licked my lips, looking down at where our bodies waited to be joined. Slowly, I pushed inside her, savoring the way she clenched around me, taking me in inch by inch. She gasped, nails digging into my back as I filled her completely.
I paused, pressing my forehead against hers, breathing her in.
Then I moved.
Slow, deep thrusts, dragging it out, making her feel every inch of me. She moaned, arching, her body tightening with each movement. I reached between us, circling her clit with my thumb, and her entire body jerked.
“Faster?” she asked, breath hitching.
I shook my head. Not yet. I wanted to savor this.
She clenched around me, her body trembling. I kissed her, swallowing her moans as she came undone. The sight of her, the way she pulsed around me, sent me over the edge. I groaned, spilling inside her, my body shuddering with release.
We stayed tangled together, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat.
After a long moment, she spoke.
“I wrote a book about us.”
I blinked. “What?”
She shrugged, a little shy. “Would you read it someday?”
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, smirking. “Tomorrow.”
She smiled, pressing closer. “I love you, Thompson. Even with your standoffish attitude and ‘stick up his ass’ vibes, I still love you.”
I chuckled, pulling out of her. “You need to pee?”
She nodded but curled against my chest instead. “Give me a few more minutes.”
I ran my fingers through her hair, my chest full, my heart fucking bursting.
“I fucking love you,” I muttered, and I meant every word.
Love wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it was. In fact, it felt like bliss. And I was damn lucky to have it with Joan.