Chapter 14
AARON
“Honeybee, I can say this all night… This pussy feels like home.” I moan, watching myself disappear inside her. “Just watching you take my dick like such a good girl. This pussy is so greedy for my dick, isn’t it?”
She moans, lowering herself onto her elbows, adjusting her body so I can go deeper.
The shift reveals her round, flawless backside.
I can’t help but lightly slap one cheek.
Her sharp inhale makes me hesitate. “Was that too much?” I remind myself that she mentioned it’s been a while since she last had sex.
I don’t want to overdo it or make her feel uncomfortable.
“No,” she gasps, pushing back against me. “Don’t stop. I want more.”
My hand connects with her ass again, this time with more force, leaving a pink handprint on her pale skin. I’m happy to know her sexual preferences never changed.
“You like that?” I ask, punctuating the question with another firm thrust and alternating smacking her left and right ass cheeks.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice muffled against the sheets. “God, yes. Harder.”
I establish a rhythm—thrust, spank, thrust—watching her body respond to each impact. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I feel her tightening around me with each stroke. Her pussy is clenching tight around my dick; I can barely pull out.
“Aa… ron!” Her voice breaks on my name, her inner walls clench around me.
I’m close too, the pressure building at the base of my spine. Yet, I need this to last. It has to last. I slow down my strokes, prolonging not only her orgasm but mine.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
“I’m not stopping,” I assure her. “Just slowing down.”
I lean forward with my chest pressed against her back, and I brush her damp hair aside to expose the nape of her neck. I press my lips there, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling her shiver beneath me.
“I want you on top.” I nip at her earlobe.
“On top?” She sounds surprised but curious.
“Of course, you know I love to see you take control. Do you not get on top anymore?” I don’t want to know about her past sexual encounters with other men, but if she isn’t used to something after a decade, I need to know.
“Not often,” she admits.
I withdrew slowly, savoring her soft gasp at the loss of contact. Rolling onto my back, I guide her to straddle me, her knees on either side of my hips. “Take what you want, at your pace.”
“I said not often, not that I don’t know how.
” She rolls her eyes, hovering above me.
In this position, I can see all of her. The gentle curve of her breasts, the smooth plane of her stomach, the place where our bodies are about to join.
She’s magnificent, her skin flushed and glistening in the light.
“Then fuck me,” I urge. “Take everything you want. All of it, just like old times.”
Slowly, she lowers herself onto me, her eyes widening as she takes me in completely. A soft ‘oh’ escapes her lips, the sound so intimate it makes my chest ache. I don’t want to brag or think too much about what we are doing, but I’m sure I’m giving her the best fuck of her life.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my hands moving to her hips. “You’re in control now.”
“You… You got bigger and thicker.” She moans, her head falling back to expose her throat.
I can’t help but smile at her breathless confession. “And you’re taking me so well. Like you were made for my dick,” I tell her, my hands sliding up from her hips to cup her breasts. “Look at how beautifully you’re riding me.”
She begins to move, rolling her hips in slow circles. I watch her face as she finds her rhythm, the way her lips part slightly, the flush spreading across her chest.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my thumbs brushing across her nipples. “Just like that.”
Her movements become more confident, lifting herself almost completely off me before sinking back down. The visual of her taking me, controlling our pace, is almost enough to undo me right there.
“You feel so good inside me,” she gasps, her hands braced against my chest for leverage. Her nails dig into my skin as she increases her pace. “Fuck… fuuuuuck…I missed this.”
I thrust up to meet her. “Is this what you needed?” Thrust. “To be in control?”
“Yes,” she breathes, grinding down against me. “And you love me being in control. Your dick feels like it’s getting bigger with me on top.” And she is right. I love to see women in control… especially in the bedroom.
I can feel her getting closer, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. One of my hands slides between us, finding her clit and circling it with just enough pressure to make her shudder.
“Come for me,” I command, my other hand gripping her hip to help guide her movements. “I want to feel and see you fall apart.”
The combination of my touch and probably my words sends her over the edge. She cries out, her back arching as her orgasm crashes through her. I feel her clench around me, milking me as wave after wave of pleasure wrack her body.
The sight of her coming undone above me, the feeling of her pulsing around me, pushes me past my breaking point. Before she can fully recover, I flip us over, pinning her beneath me. Her eyes flew open, dazed and confused.
“My turn,” I growl, hooking both of her legs over my shoulders to deepen the angle.
The new angle has me hitting deeper than before, and Minji’s gasp tells me she feels every inch.
Her legs tremble against my shoulders as I begin to move, slower this time, savoring the way she responds to each thrust.
“Aaron,” she whispers, her hands clutching at my forearms. “I can’t… it’s too much.”
But her body tells a different story. She’s meeting my thrusts, her hips rising to take me deeper despite her protests. I lean down, pressing my lips to her ankle and her calf, tasting the salt on her skin.
“You can take it,” I murmur against her leg. “You’re taking me so well, as if you and I were made for each other.”
I watch her face as I increase my pace slightly, noting every flutter of her eyelashes, every soft moan that escapes her lips. This position gives me complete control, and I use it to drive her wild, varying my rhythm, my depth, keeping her on the edge of another climax.
“Look at me,” I command when her eyes start to drift closed. “I want to see you when you come again.”
Her dark eyes lock with mine, and I see something there that makes my chest tighten. Vulnerability. Trust. Something deeper than the physical connection we’re sharing.
“I’m close,” she breathes, her voice breaking on the words.
“I know.” I feel her body tensing beneath me.
“?? (fuck),” she says in her native tongue as her hands slide up my back to pull me closer. “Take what you want.” She’s using my words against me, and shit, it’s a turn on.
She meets each thrust, and her way of dirty talking is sending me over the edge. “Minji.” I groan, burying my face in her neck. “I’m close.” My thumb finds her clit, circling in time with my thrusts. The dual stimulation will be her undoing.
“Come for me,” she whispers, her lips brushing my ear. “Be a good boy and come for me.” Her inner walls clamp down around me like a vise, the sensation is so intense it nearly blinds me.
I follow her over the edge, my release hitting me like a freight train.
I bury myself deep inside her, groaning her name as I spill into the condom.
For a moment, I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t exist outside the incredible feeling of being connected to her.
When the waves of pleasure finally subside, I carefully lower her legs and withdraw.
She winces slightly, and I press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Are you okay?”
“More than okay.” Her voice is hoarse. “Just sensitive.”
I dispose of the condom and return to bed, pulling her against my side. She doesn’t resist, which surprises me. Her head rests on my chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal. “That was…” she begins, then falls silent.
“Incredible.” I finish for her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Mind-blowing. Earth-shattering.”
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Writers and their excessive adjectives.”
“You inspire hyperbole.”
We lie in comfortable silence for a few minutes and our breathing synchronizes.
She breathes with a slow, stunned cadence, and I match it instinctively, letting myself get swept into her orbit.
My hand traces lazy semicircles along her hip, mapping every inch of her as if I could learn her language by touch alone.
Beneath the sheet, her skin is radiant and impossibly soft, pliant under my palm, a living contradiction to the steel she keeps in her voice.
For this fleeting moment, Minji let her guard down completely.
I memorize every detail—the curve of her shoulder, the rhythm of her breath against my chest—knowing it’s temporary.
The girl who tried hard not to laugh at my jokes during our tutoring sessions has transformed into this formidable woman beside me.
Her defenses are legendary in courtrooms across Manhattan for good reason.
I wonder if William was the one who taught her that vulnerability leads to devastation, or if she’d already begun building those walls long before him.
I want to say something meaningful, something that bridges the gap between what just happened and what comes next, but I’m afraid to break the spell.
Sex is one thing—everyone gets caught up in the heat of the moment—but this quiet aftermath is where the real vulnerability lives.
One wrong word and those walls might come right back up.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask finally, unable to bear the silence any longer.
She stiffens slightly against me. “That I should probably get some sleep. It’s late, you should leave.”
I’d expected deflection, maybe even regret, but not this cold dismissal.