11. Aries
Aries
“ G et on the bed.”
I knew I wouldn’t regret handing over control to Skylar. While I normally ran shit in and out of the bedroom. It got old, boring, and even I craved something different… something that excited me.
I was definitely excited at the moment, and I didn't hesitate.
Following her command, I moved to the bed, my heart pounding with anticipation.
The way she looked at me—like she owned me—had my cock throbbing.
I sat on the edge of her bed, watching as she stood before me in nothing but her lace bra and matching panties, looking like every fantasy I'd ever had.
"Lie back," she instructed, her voice taking on that authoritative tone I'd heard so many times in the conference room. But this was different. This was Skylar unleashed, and I was here for it.
I did as I was told, lying back against her pillows, my eyes never leaving hers. Skylar approached the bed slowly, her hips swaying with each step. When she reached me, she climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs but keeping her slick lower lips from connecting with my straining erection.
I wanted it. I wanted her.
“Skylar.” I surprised myself with the begging tone in my voice, but she had me ready to beg and bargain for her pussy, and I wasn’t afraid to admit it.
“You said I could take charge, correct?”
“Yes, counselor,” I replied adding a playful hint to my voice.
“Then be a good little—well big—doctor,” Skylar instructed while gripping the base of my dick.
"You like giving orders in the O.R.," she said, crawling onto the bed with predatory grace. "Let's see how you handle taking them.”
She moved up my body, and I was blessed with a quick feel of her warm heat against my dick, and with the way she slid up my shaft, it confirmed what I knew… Skylar’s pussy was slick and dripping.
“Your first order… stick your tongue out.”
I dutifully did as I was told, liking the direction of where this was going.
Just as suspected, Skylar made her way up the upper half of my body, and sat her fat pussy right on my face.
“Now eat!”
Got damn! I should give up control more often.
As Skylar rode my face, I lapped at her juicy pussy lips. One of my hands reached for her ass and the other reached for my dick, needing friction.
“No! Hands at your sides,” Skylar ordered sternly, but unable to hold back the moan as I sucked on her clit.
I did as I was told, moving my hands back to my sides, praying that this torture ended soon.
I wanted to be buried in Skylar’s pussy.
She could ride me, tell me to lie her down and fuck her into the mattress, turn her over and give her long strokes while she perfectly arched her back.
However she wanted it, I wanted to give it to her.
Skylar’s legs began to quake, and I knew she was on the edge.
She lifted off my face before she came, and I whimpered—actually fucking whimpered—at the loss of having her on my tongue.
But with the loss of the weight of her on my face, I thought I would be granted my internal wish of feeling her wrapped around my dick.
That was exactly what I felt, but it wasn’t Skylar’s pussy that pulled me in. No, it was the warm heat of her mouth that I felt.
Skylar was sucking my dick, and it felt so fucking good. I wanted to bring my hands from my sides and tangle them in her head full of curls, but I remained obedient and kept them by my sides. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t try my luck with getting my way.
“Can I touch you, please?”
Skylar released me from her mouth with a wet pop that nearly sent me over the edge. "Since you asked so nicely," she purred, her voice thick with desire.
The moment her permission left her lips, my hands were in her hair, guiding her movements as she took me back into her mouth. The contrast of her soft curls against my fingers and the heat of her tongue working my length had me struggling not to come right then and there.
"Fuck, Sky," I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Your mouth feels incredible."
She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. I could feel myself getting close, too close, and I tugged gently on her hair.
"Baby, I need to be inside you," I panted. "I'm not going to last much longer if you keep doing that."
Skylar took one more lick at the slit of my dick, and lifted her head. Her lips were swollen and slick. She was a picture of perfection. Then, she climbed up my body and kissed me desperately. I gripped her hips and ground up against her slick pussy and we both let out a moan at the friction.
After a few minutes of devouring and grinding, Skylar reached over to her nightstand without breaking the kiss, and produced a condom.
“Always prepared, huh?” I teased.
She rolled her eyes, but I caught the smile she was trying to hide. "I'm a lawyer, Aries. I prepare for every possible scenario."
"Is that what I am? A scenario?" I asked, my hands still gripping her hips as she tore open the wrapper.
"The most complicated one I've ever encountered," she admitted, rolling the condom down my length with deliberate slowness that had me gritting my teeth.
I was about to respond with some smart-ass comment when she positioned herself over me and slowly sank down, taking me inch by inch. The sensation of her tight heat surrounding me drove every coherent thought from my mind.
"Got damn, Skylar," I groaned, my head falling back against her pillows.
She stilled for a moment, adjusting to my size, her hands braced against my chest. "You feel even better than I imagined, Aries," she admitted.
I must have been massaging her pussy walls just right because the Skylar I have come to know would not have openly admitted that fact.
So, I was going to use it to my advantage.
I thrusted up on Skylar’s downward thrust, gripping her hips, and making sure I filled her just right. Her titties bounced up and down, and they looked fucking mouth-watering. I leaned up, gripped one, and sucked on her nipples as if I was going to be nourished by my efforts.
“Fuck, Aries! I thought I was supposed to be in charge?”
“You are baby. Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you.”
“Flip me over and fuck me into the mattress. Don’t hold back.”
Well shit!
I quickly obliged, wrapping one arm around her waist and effortlessly flipped our positions.
I gripped the headboard above Skylar's head as I positioned myself between her thighs, looking down at her flushed face and swollen lips.
The moonlight streaming through her bedroom window cast shadows across her curves, and I had to pause for a moment just to take in how fucking beautiful she looked beneath me.
"Don't hold back," she reiterated, and I planned to show her that I definitely didn’t plan on it.
I pushed into her slowly at first, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, making sure she really wanted me to go hard, but all I saw was pure want and challenge reflected in her dark eyes.
When I was fully seated inside her, I stilled for a moment, savoring the feeling of being completely connected to this woman who had turned my world upside down.
My stillness didn’t have anything to do with questioning her words.
No, it had everything to do with the fact that Skylar was so fucking tight.
Her pussy was sucking me in deep, and choking my dick at the same time.
"Move," she commanded, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Now, Aries!"
I pulled back and thrust forward, hard enough to make her gasp and arch her back upward. But she didn’t back down. She wrapped her legs tight around me and thrusted up to meet me stroke for stroke.
We continued on like this for what seemed like hours in every position. Our bodies were moist with sweat, and we were drunk on pleasure. Finally, after making Skylar come for the umpteenth time, she finally collapsed on the bed, officially tapping out.
That was what I was waiting for before releasing my own nut. I wanted to work her body so thoroughly that her muscles gave in. Once I completed that task, I flipped Skylar to return to her back. I wanted to look her in the eyes when I came.
The moment didn’t disappoint. Skylar rubbed up and down my back and went from kissing my shoulder to staring in my eyes and my peak neared.
That final release felt all-consuming. It blew through me like a volcano erupting, and I was fucking spent. All I could focus on was the moment. I didn’t want to be anywhere else, or think about anything else. All I saw was Skylar.
The next morning, the sun shined bright, and I could feel it on my closed eyelids. Internally, I wished it away because I was still exhausted. After the first orgasm I gave into, surprisingly, it didn’t take long for my forty-year-old dick to get excited for seconds… then thirds.
Now, with the morning beckoning, the thought of burying myself back into Skylar’s delicious core was tempting; however, I needed nourishment and hydration.
When I went to move, Skylar’s body moved closer into me. I looked down at her and smiled. She was absolutely beautiful, and in the midst of peaceful sleep, no one would believe how vicious she could be while awake. I’m pretty sure she took pleasure in handing people their asses.
“Stop staring. It’s awkward.”
I laughed, and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. “You’re so beautiful when you sleep.”
“So, you calling me ugly now that I’m awake?”
She tried hard to look offended, but did a terrible job at holding back her smile.
“No, you’re just as beautiful awake; you just look a lot more dangerous.”
“I’m harmless,” Skylar claimed.
“Yeah, okay,” I told her relaying my disbelief in the hard set of my lips. “But can we not wake up disagreeing? Can I take a piss, and then make you breakfast?”
“Only if you add washing your hands between those two tasks.”
“Oh, you wake up full of jokes, huh?” I rolled her under me and started tickling her. She wiggled and giggled, trying to escape my grasp. “You’re not so funny now, are you?”
Skylar continued laughing, and wheezed out, “Stop! I gotta pee!”
“Sure, you do,” I mocked, still tickling as she continued to squirm.
Instead of giving up, Skylar chose violence. A sharp pain ran through me as I looked down, and realized she had twisted my nipple.
“Fuck!” I cried, rolling off her.
Now she was laughing as she climbed over me and out of bed.
“That’s what you get!”
This woman.
I chuckled, watching as Skylar darted into the bathroom, her naked form a blur of curves and bouncing curls.
"That's what you get!" Skylar said with a triumphant smile before she closed herself in the bathroom.
I rubbed my throbbing nipple, watching her walk away. "Dirty fighter," I called after her.
"You have no idea," she yelled back.
I fell back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling with a grin I couldn't suppress.
Then, I took in her bedroom. It was exactly what I would have expected—sophisticated but comfortable, with bookshelves lining one wall and a large window overlooking what appeared to be a small garden.
There were framed pictures, diplomas, and certificates hanging on another wall, and I made a mental note to check those out later.
I wanted to know everything about Skylar Wise.
As if I suffered from ADHD, my mind went back to our love making.
Last night had been... unexpected. Incredible, but unexpected.
When I called Skylar about the lawsuit, I hadn't planned for the evening to end with us tangled in her sheets.
But now that it had happened, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.
When she returned, she was wearing a silk robe that clung to her curves in all the right places.
"Bathroom's all yours," she announced, tying the belt around her waist.
I climbed out of bed, not bothering to cover myself as I walked past her. I caught her eyes dropping to my still-impressive morning wood and smirked. "See something you like?"
"Nothing I haven't seen before," she shot back, but the hungry look in her eyes betrayed her casual tone.
After handling my morning business and washing my hands thoroughly I joined Skylar in her kitchen. She was already brewing coffee and had pulled out eggs, and bacon.
“I told you I would cook breakfast.”
“Oh, I’m just pulling out the ingredients for you,” she replied, placing her hands on her hips.
I’m sure there would be plenty of time for arguing once we settled down and discussed my case, so again, I found myself conceding to Skylar, and I just walked over to the ingredients she placed on the counter and got to work.
“Damn. That was good!” Skylar exclaimed after she finished the last but of grits, eggs, bacon, and homemade biscuits. “Where did you learn to cook?”
“I learned a little from my mom, but mostly in college when I opted for an apartment off campus. So, I had to rely on myself for food. I didn’t have the luxury of the dining halls.”
“Makes sense.” She cleared our plates, and placed them in the dishwasher. “Okay, play time is over,” Skylar stated as she turned back around to face me. “Last night was a nice, and welcomed, distraction, but we have shit to handle.”
And there she was… the fierce attorney at law.