by Christa Wick
He cupped my pussy, squeezing against my clit as just the tips of his fingers fucked into me. His tender, noisy suckling drove me out of my mind even as the penetration of his fingers kept me grounded. When he readjusted his hand to rub his thumb along the shaft of my clit, I bucked, my first orgasm in a very long time exploding within me.
Crying out, I clutched at his hair. When my hands finally fell away and my bottom descended, Aiden groaned and slid off the bed.
"I'm going to make you pop harder than that, little girl." He tugged my hips until my mound lined up at the edge of the mattress. His head dipped, his hands spreading my labia so that his mouth could cover the length of my clit.
His tongue curled against the underside of the hood, finding and bullying the nodule it guarded. I screamed, the pleasure so intense I thought it would incinerate me.
I was too wet to burn, the heat forced to simmer below the surface of my skin, liquefying my muscles as his top lip rode the spine of my sex. I grabbed a handful of his hair again and held on for dear life. I would die if he pulled away, every cell evaporating from the absence of the sensual affection he laved up and down my pussy.
I bucked, jerked, another wave of release dashing against the sharp rocks of my desire, the spray hard and hot against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He drank me in, groaning with each pulse of liquid and twist of my hips. Another jerk and I started to shake uncontrollably.
"In me," I begged, knowing only the weight of his body would stop the tremors. "I need you in me, please."
Aiden stripped the camisole off and placed me center of the bed. I threw my legs open, wanton and aching. He settled between them, his cock pointing a hard line at my needy slit. When he hesitated, I curled my hands around his biceps and squeezed.
"Please, I love you…I need you in me…"
He looked between our bodies and then to the nightstand next to his bed. "Love, do we need…"
His mouth squeezed to form a soft pout that told me he didn't want the condom separating us any more than I did. I shook my head. "I want you in me, now, just you."
I pushed up, brushing the wet, swollen folds of my pussy against him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, caging him in my embrace. Then I raised my knees to press against his hips. Groaning, he sank into me, straight and true, filling me completely with that one forward slide.
My cunt convulsed around his thick shaft and the fat, battering head of his cock. A tight wiggle of my hips threatened to send me over the edge before he could take his first stroke.
"Shhhh…baby." Aiden let his weight settle onto me, not all of it but enough to anchor me in place. He buried his face against my neck, sucking and kissing until my pussy unknotted around his shaft. Then he fucked a slow rocking in and out, his knees digging into the mattress, his muscled ass skillfully controlling each rhythmic thrust and retreat.
I knotted all over again, my sheath gripping him tighter than my hand possibly could, my muscles rolling to milk and suck his impressive shaft. Before dawn broke, I would wake him with my mouth, slowing engulfing his length so that the building stiffness stirred him from sleep. But at that moment, in his bed, his arms around me, I used every muscle below my navel to pull him toward a shattering release. My hips lifted, my thighs squeezed. I drew my stomach tighter and tighter, my cunt swallowing him deeper with each increase in tension.
I scratched my nails lightly across his ass, up the lateral muscles of his back.
"Come with me," I begged in a gasping whisper. He kissed me, silencing my pleas and slowing his pace until my eyes rolled back and I arched off the mattress, choking on my climax.
"Fuck, baby. So sweet, so fucking beautiful." He kept me raised, his hips slamming into me, his cock a heavy pommel knocking deep inside. Another hard slam buried him so high he wedged against the floor of my cervix, his release shooting through the narrow channel.
We landed together on the mattress, breathless and shaking. Aiden smothered me in kisses, his hands knotting in my hair and promising to never let go. My cunt still pulsing with my orgasm, I broke into tears.
"Thank you," I sobbed between the crush of his lips. "Thank you for waiting for me, for taking care of me after I pushed you away and for reaching out again, even though I acted so stupid and frightened…"
When he had shushed and kissed the last tear from my cheeks, his lips whispered across mine. "Baby, you are everything I want, the only one who can complete me."
He brushed the hair from my face, kissing me long and deep before he spoke again.
"Waiting was my only choice."
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Table of Contents
Riding Curves
Midpoint