14. Aeron #2
I climb over her, hands on either side of her head, and kiss her again, softer, slower, then rougher because I can’t help it. I want to touch every inch. I want to memorize her skin, her scent, the way she shivers when I run my hands down her body.
My hand slips under her skirt. She’s wearing lacy panties, and when I rub her between her legs she moans against my mouth. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I get bolder, slipping my hand underneath the lace, and she’s so wet and soft it makes me groan. I’m already hard again, somehow, desperate to be inside her, but I want to make her feel good first. I want her to fall apart for me.
I find her clit (God, I hope it’s her clit) and rub circles, and she starts shaking, gasping, and digging her nails into my shoulders.
I press two fingers through her opening.
Fingering her is the most intense thing I’ve ever done.
She breaks the kiss, throws her head back, and moans loud enough the entire dorm could probably hear.
She’s gorgeous. She’s golden. And she’s mine.
She blinks at me, a little dazed. “Thought you said this was your first time?”
I don’t answer. I just start kissing her again, taking my time, moving down her neck, over her collarbone, down the soft fullness of her chest. I want to memorize every inch. I want to burn her into my brain so even if I live to be a hundred, I’ll still remember the way she feels under me tonight.
She shivers when I kiss her breasts. I suck one, then the other, and she arches into me. I keep going down. Over her ribs, her stomach, the hollow just above her hips.
She tenses, like she’s not sure what to do with all this attention. “W-what are you doing?” Her voice is a whisper, almost nervous.
I look up, not letting go of her hips. “I want to know every inch of your body.”
She blushes so hard I can see the red even in the gold light. “God, Aeron. You’re intense.”
I don’t care if it’s too much; I guess I am an intense guy.
So I keep going. Kissing lower, over her hips, then between her legs.
The lace is damp, and when I kiss her through her panties, she gasps and grabs my hair.
I kiss her there, slow and gentle, just the way I think she’d like it.
Then down her thighs, knees, ankles, all the way to her toes.
I want her to feel worshipped. I want her to know she’s everything to me.
Then I move back up, kissing everywhere I can reach. Up her legs, over her knees, thighs, hips, stomach, chest, neck. Back to her mouth, because I need to taste her again.
She’s given me so much already. Not just tonight, but all those years of glances, small smiles, and letting me sit next to her, bringing me things.
She made me feel seen, even when I didn’t deserve it.
I want to give all of that back to her. I want to make her feel as good as she’s made me feel, every day, for years.
I break the kiss. “You said you like it rough?”
She smirks, like she expects me to be clueless. “Yeah. But you’re a sweet boy, I don’t expect—”
I flip her onto her stomach before she can finish. The motion shocks her and she gasps, but she doesn’t try to move away. I yank her skirt down, then her panties, not gentle at all. Her ass is round and so perfect that I give one cheek a little nip.
She squeaks and looks back at me. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted, eyes wide and shining.
I run my palms over the curve of her ass, then nip again, a little harder. “Is that rough enough?”
She arches her back. “That’s a little aggressive but I wouldn’t say rough.”
I twist my hand in her hair, winding the strands around my fist, and give it a sharp tug. She moans. “This?” I ask.
“You’re getting closer.”
I kick off my jeans and boxers, and I lift her hips so she’s on her knees, ass up. My cock is so hard it aches. I press against her, just the tip, and shudder because the heat and wetness is almost too much. I’m about to lose control again.
“Is fucking you like this rough?” My voice comes out a bit broken. “Is it just being animalistic and primal?”
“Yeah. I guess you could say—”
I don’t wait. Instead of my cock, I shove four fingers inside her, more than her opening wants, and at the same time I yank her hair. She cries out, not a little moan this time but a raw sound that fills the room and makes my skin prickle.
I freeze. “Sorry, was that too much?”
She meets my eyes over her shoulder, looking wild and gorgeous. “No, dummy. Keep going.”
(Oh.)
I bite back a smile. “Okay.”
I finger fuck her, stretching her to her limits, and she rocks back against my hand like she can’t get enough.
I pull her hair, fist tight at the base of her skull, and then let go so I can reach around, grabbing her breasts, fingers rolling her nipples.
I take turns tugging on each one, making her gasp each time.
Her body starts trembling and she pants with every finger thrust.
“Spank me,” she says.
I smack her ass, leaving a perfect red print. She moans louder. I do it again, and her whole body shivers.
She’s dripping. I can feel it.
I can’t wait anymore.
I line up and shove my cock into her. It’s not gentle or careful, just a desperate thing. The heat and wetness is so insane I actually freeze. For a second I can’t move or breathe or think. She’s so tight around me, squeezing me, drawing me in, and the sensation takes over every cell in my body.
I never imagined it would feel like literal heaven.
This is real. I’m inside her. I’m inside the woman I love.