by Aeryn Jaden
I knew he still thought he took me too brutally that first time. I didn’t .With me, it’s do it before I think too much. I would still be a virgin if he had backed down then.
So I pulled his lips from my neck, where he was doing something really perverted to the soft skin behind my ear and seriously met his troubled eyes. This wouldn’t do. Not at all.
“That night was perfect as it was. You weren’t too rough. First time hurts. Yeah, it hurt. Then it felt so good I thought you blew the top off my head off.”
I flushed, an incredible deed since we were naked, rubbing against each other and on the verge of making love.
“I... I kinda like it when you’re all demanding and showing off your muscles. And when you lose control.”
The sparkling blue darkened and he slowly perused my face, looking to see if I was truthful I guess. Another finger joined the first and slowly dipped deeper.
“Then you gonna love it when I don’t.”
I wasn’t ready for what he did to my body. Nobody could be. The feeling of him loosing up my hole became secondary to the other sensations. His mouth joined his other hand in their quest to drive me to the brink of madness. My nipples were played, bitten and licked. My hip proved to be a hot spot. The small of my back made me shiver when he fiddled with it in small teasing bites. My mouth, swollen from sucking on his engorged dick followed next. He tasted my mouth like he was sampling the finest wine, learning all its secrets and melting my brain in the process.
By the time his mouth approached my weeping cock I was beyond coherence in my begging. His name was like a prayer in the silence of the room. He pegged my prostate at the same time the velvet wet inferno enveloped my cock. I pushed freely down his throat, then missed his fingers and pushed back, impaling myself deeper on them.
The dance continued, back and forward, undecided which I wanted more: the electric zing when he pressed on my gland or the friction provided by the suction of his mouth.
“Bain!”
I felt my skin tight, wanting to burst, the tingle down my spine, my body tensed in warning and with that shout, I let go and let myself pour down his throat, spurt after spurt. He stayed and suckled, drinking all of my essence until the skin felt raw and I was completely spent.
The sigh of this tall, powerful man licking his lips so that not a drop is wasted made me whimper in renew arousal and I was shocked to see that my dick was still hard, like I hadn’t come at all.
“Fuck. I think you sucked my brain out.”
Original. I tasted myself on his smiling mouth and let my hands lazily wander down his spine and his corded arms that bracketed my head on the mattress. He had somehow already covered his dick with a condom and a ton of lube. His fingers left my relaxed passage and he tentatively pushed at my hole with his engorged shaft. His mouth kept swallowing my whimpers and I raised my legs further up, circling his hips and pushing my heels on his buttocks in a try to get him to push home inside my aching ass. The bastard resisted my urgings and just pressed softly, letting my body decide when it’s ready to receive him. Luckily my body yearned for him as much as I did and some seconds later I was deliciously stretched around the bulbous head.
Moans, prayers, his name over and over, the sound of lazy strokes in and out of my body. His patience brought my body to new levels of arousal. I felt like I was stretched tin, not only over his hard dick that bumped lazily on my prostate at each determined push, but like I was about to come out of my skin. My breathing was erratic, stopped by long slow kisses or my traitorous desperate pleadings. He didn’t seem to ever want to stop. Me either. Sweat made our bodies slick and shinny in the soft light of the bedroom, made us look as one single being of flexing muscles and fiery passion. I wanted to come, I was desperate for it but at the same time I wanted it to make it last forever.
After a while his arms flexed in tension next to my sweaty face and his hips snapped in a more brusque rhythm. It was too much for my overexcited body and I searched his mouth, hungry for his taste as I let myself fly apart for him again. My spasms caught his last shove and tightly gripped him inside as he spent with a quiet grunt and collapsed on me. Who needed to breathe?
Some time later, we were still entangled on his bed, quietly touching and feeling the closeness between us. My leg was rubbing between his, reassuring me of the reality of the moment. His face was burrowed in his favorite place, again teasing the lob of my ear. I felt peaceful. I felt that I belonged here. I found myself wanting to lay it all out for him, as I had done without words in our love making. My soft voice made me jump slightly when it broke the intimate silence.
“You’re… You know I tried to convince myself you’re bad for me. Especially for my mental health since I’m always like hyper-alert when you’re around. You stirred feelings I had long since thought dead. All my life I tried to suppress anything that could make me vulnerable. Caring makes me open to hurt. You made me stop bullshiting myself and take a closer look at my life and how I am. And I don’t like what I see. I mean, you asked me to let you in and I realized that’s all this is about. I’m avoiding facing you and what you already mean to me. All this running in circles, convincing myself of things without even daring to ask, always expecting the worse. All this is to protect myself. Expect the worse because that’s what I always get. I don’t want you to feel offended. It really isn’t about you. It’s my fucked up mind at work. I’ll try. I swear. I’m already trying. It’s safer not to care, Bain, but it’s also so very lonely. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
His arm tightened around me like bands of steel. That was the feeling. Another kind of safety. I felt cared for and …Did I dare think it? I felt loved. Safe. But not alone. My tears threatened to spill on the soft skin of his chest. Right over his heart.
“Safe. Bain. Never let me go.”
“I won’t. I’ll be like glue. Sticking so close you can’t separate me even with a crowbar.”
“I’ll try again. I know it. Don’t let me mess things up. I think I already need you too much to fell whole without you.”
His tremble reverberated in my body. I had been a moron. I had so much power over him. As he had on me. We were equals in this. We both had too much to lose to mess whatever was between us up. Or to gain.
“You’re good for me, Bain. You make me feel again. So good for me…”
His hard kiss stopped my ramblings and I thought for a moment that his cheek was wet. I didn’t open my eyes to check because it really didn’t matter. I knew all I needed to. I knew this man. He was quickly becoming the center of my universe. Scary as hell. Beautiful and strong. He could be the rock I lean on when I needed to. He could be my all if I only let him become. I will. Someday, I would be ready. And he will be still here, keeping me safe.
“We’re a pair of mushy guys. Cry me a river.”
I barked a surprised laugh but let him get away with the diversion. His eyes stared at me, sparkling pools full of mischief and I could feel my heart speeding up at the simple sight of him. I could grow old enjoying this sight. Him smiling down at me, naked and tousled after we made love. Ready to start all over again if our cocks had any say. I could grow old enjoying him.
“So… wanna do me? It’s only fair you get your turn.”
I did a double take and blinked rapidly. My eyes automatically measured him from head to toes. I had scary flashes of various positions and me trying to manhandle him the way he always did with me. My inability to process the data must have shown on my face because he started laughing like a mad man between quick pecks around my half-opened mouth.
“We’ll work on it. We’ll work on it until we get it right. Until we get all of it just right. I heard a rumor practice makes it perfect. I’ll really enjoy the practice.”
His hands grabbed a handful of my well used posterior and started massaging it.
Oh hell yes, we will. And we started right then on that practice thing.
Although, I doubt we could get it any better without me having a
coronary.
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About the author:
Aeryn Jaden loves to read. Loves it so much that some days she doesn’t know what reality is anymore. Her friends and family usually have to yell a bit and remind her. Must be why she’s twenty eight and still searching for a special person of her own.
The second best thing in the world for Aeryn is writing. Writing keeps her relatively sane and clears the voices in her head clamoring for her attention (meaning the characters’ voices, she’s not that crazy to randomly hear voices! Yet.).
She was born in Romania but cannot stay put. One year you’ll find her in England, the next in Greece or Belgium. Who knows where her restless feet will carry her next... One thing remains constant and that is her totally healthy Internet addiction. So you can find her on Facebook or email her at [email protected] or better yet at her website http://aerynjadenauthor.weebly.com/. She’ll love to hear from you so please stop by!
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