CHAPTER 24
*PAST*
“My fantasy became reality”
Aaron
Maya was in my hands. I was going to touch her even more. She was going to show me how she did it. I bit the inside of my cheek to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. I would lie if I said that in my fantasies I hadn’t come before she could.
Sometimes it was too much to think about and I just spilled. I didn’t know how I expected something different when it was the real thing.
She was being so sweet with me, too. I expected a jab, but she didn’t. She kissed my cheeks tenderly, and I fell even more in love with her. She was patient, and sweet, and loyal with the ones that she loved, and right now she was lying on the couch, looking at me shyly. I kissed her. Softly. Just once. Then, I braced my hands on both sides of her head. “How do you want to do this?”
“Can you take off your shirt?”
“Yes,”
I said against her lips.
She helped me take it off. Her pupils dilated.
This was doing wonders for my ego. I grabbed her hands and put them on my chest. Her hands had a few calluses. She was a hard worker. She touched my chest, then my abs, and then stopped at the lower part of my torso. Just at my hemline. She waited and then lowered her fingers, putting her hands on top of the stain that she caused. “I did this.”
“You did, baby. It feels so good, but I was the one supposed to do the good.”
“This feels good, too.”
“You love torturing me.”
“My favorite thing.”
I shook my head. I grabbed her hands and put them on my shoulders. I kissed her again.
“I want to touch you. Can I take your clothes off?”
“Yes.”
Her clothes came off. She was only in her underwear. She was so pretty it hurt to look at her. The light of the moon was on her skin. She looked ethereal.
Her left hand left my shoulder and started to rub herself in a circular motion. Firm. Slow. I was enthralled by it. I wanted to see her better, so I pushed myself a bit back. Her respiration was short. Her boobs were spilling from her blue bra. Her panties were getting wetter.
A small spot on the gray fabric.
I caressed her cheek. Her mouth was open. I touched her lips with my index finger. Her lip ricocheted. I did it again. This time, she wetted my finger with her mouth. My little seductress.
I put my hands between us and started to touch her in the same way that she was doing.
“Like this?”
“Firmer.”
“Like this?”
She moaned louder.
“Faster.”
She grabbed my face and pulled my hair while biting my lip. “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Please.”
My cock was hard again, Maya begging against my lips while my hand was in her panties. It was all too much. I bit her lip, and she came between my fingers. She was so pretty it hurt to look at her.
Her breath started to slow down and I kissed her, exactly as she did when I came. I wanted her to know that I was here with her as she did with me. She had the sweetest smile, and her eyes were wrinkled with almost laughter. She looked at me in the eyes, and we smiled like crazy at each other. She laughed, then smiled—this time shyly. I caressed her chest.
“I didn’t pay any attention to these.”
She laughed again. They were gorgeous. I was filling myself with as many pictures as possible so I could revisit this moment again, over and over. The aftermath felt delicate. I caressed them again and she shivered. I kissed the top of her left and then the right, grabbed a blanket that was close and wrapped it around her, then kissed her on the lips a couple of times.
She smiled and then sighed happily.
“Now you are the one looking all cocky.”