Chapter 27
MINJI
Aaron’s kisses get hotter as he moves down my body, making my skin tingle everywhere his lips touch.
When he settles between my legs, his breath against my thong makes me grip the sheets just to keep myself steady.
My breathing turns shallow, and my heartbeat is so loud it drowns out everything else.
“Please,” I whisper.
He freezes, his eyes finding mine from between my thighs. “I want to hear that again.”
“Please,” I breathe, my fingers threading through his curls, drawing him closer.
He grins as he hooks his fingers in my underwear and slowly pulls it down my legs. “My sweet Honeybee is always so wet for me,” he murmurs. His tongue flicks out, making my body arch on its own. “If we didn’t have jobs, I’d spend all day and night eating this pretty pussy.”
Words form and dissolve on my tongue when his tongue circles my clit with a skill that can only come from a man truly knowing his woman’s body.
I grab his hair, his soft curls wrapping around my fingers.
He makes a sound against me, and the vibration shoots through my body.
When he slides three fingers inside me and keeps working his mouth, I completely lose control.
I cry out his name as I come, my thighs shaking against his shoulders.
He pulls back, takes off the rest of his clothes, and looks into my eyes as he moves between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my clit.
“The need to fuck you into oblivion is at an all-time high.” He nips at my ear, his voice rough with restraint. “But I want to savor this. Savor you.”
My hands glide down the taut lines of his back, feeling the storm of restraint in every muscle as he hovers above me. The tip of his erection teases, barely brushing, and I’m so raw from his mouth that even this featherlight touch rips a gasp from my lips.
“Aaron,” I breathe, lifting my hips to meet him. “Stop teasing me.”
“Patience, baby.”
“I’ve been patient for weeks.” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks. Imagine how you’d feel inside me again. Please do your worst to me now. You can savor me later.”
Who knew I had a way with words? Words that could send this man into a wild state.
That’s the expression in his eyes now—he appears to be a predator, and I am his willing prey.
When he finally enters me, everything else disappears.
All I can feel is him—the fullness, the perfect friction as he starts to move.
He rests his forehead against mine, and our breaths mix together.
“Honeybee,” he gasps.
I lock my ankles around his waist, drawing him deeper, commanding without words.
“I needed this,” he mumbles against my mouth, teeth grazing my lower lip. “Needed to feel you around me again.”
“Prove it,” I breathe, palms sliding over the curve of his backside, urging him closer. “Don’t treat me like I’ll break. I want all of you.”
He withdraws and flips me over. Strong hands position my hips, raising them as I gasp at the sudden exposure. Then the emptiness vanishes as he fills me from this new angle. My voice breaks around his name, the sound barely recognizable.
His voice turns to gravel. “Is this what you needed?” Each thrust punctuates his question.
“Yes—” My voice cracks as my fingers dig into the sheets. “Please don’t stop!” We’d spent a week together exploring every inch of each other, but never like this, never with this kind of raw hunger. His fingers grip my hips, holding me steady as he thrusts deeper.
His palm travels up my spine, fingers weaving through my hair. “This greedy pussy is taking every inch like you were made for me.”
Everything else disappears except for the feeling of his body against mine, inside me. When his other hand finds my clit again, I almost sob. It’s all too much, but in the best way. “I can’t—” I gasp, my body shaking as I get close again.
“You can, and you will. But I’m going to have some fun with you first.” He chuckles.
Just as I can feel my climax approaching, he pulls out. I don’t have a moment to protest before I feel his tongue where it shouldn’t be. Yet, I would be lying if I didn’t say it doesn’t feel good.
“Aaron,” I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets as his tongue explores me in ways that make my entire body tremble. The sensation is foreign yet intoxicating. “I don’t think I can take you in my ass.”
“Relax, I’m only eating it for now. But I will fuck you there before you leave me this weekend. I want to claim every inch of your body.”
“I should take a shower at least…”
“I’m a grown man, that shit doesn’t scare me.” I feel his breath, a little growl of challenge, and then the flat of his tongue presses, slow and sinuous, and I swear to God I see stars. I clutch at the sheets, barely able to stifle the noises pouring out of me.
He licks me slowly, taking his time like he’s been craving this for years.
I should feel embarrassed by how dirty it is, but Aaron’s hunger is impossible to resist. The wet sounds and the feel of his trimmed beard against my sensitive skin make me melt.
When he goes back to my pussy, his mouth is so greedy I nearly lose control.
His groan vibrates against my flesh. “You taste divine everywhere,” he murmurs. “The more I learn about your body, the crazier you make me.” His mouth and hands work in perfect rhythm until I’m reduced to pure sensation, grasping the sheets like a lifeline.
When he finally pulls away, I feel empty and desperate. “Please,” I beg, not caring how needy I sound. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” he says before his tongue slips inside my ass again.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, burying my face in the pillows.
Aaron pulls back just enough to say, “Don’t hide from me. I want to hear how much you love me eating this sweet ass of yours,” before sticking his tongue back inside me.
I turn my head, surrendering to the sounds he draws from me. His fingers maintain their merciless rhythm while his tongue explores me in ways I never imagined, sending me racing toward the edge.
“Aaron, I’m close—I can’t hold—”
“Not yet.” He withdraws completely, leaving me trembling. “Who knew you’d enjoy this so thoroughly? If I’d known you’d like it so much, I would’ve tongue-fucked your ass sooner.”
I glance over my shoulder, finding his eyes dark with desire. “You can’t just stop,” I manage between ragged breaths.
“After weeks of your teasing?” His fingertips trace the curve of my spine. “Consider this karmic balance. I’ve already been generous with those first orgasms. Now comes the waiting.”
The realization hits me like cold water. “You’re edging me?”
“Precisely.” His voice drops to something primal. “Those texts you sent, those little videos…” His palm connects with my ass in a sharp, sudden strike that makes me gasp. The sting blooms across my skin, somehow both punishment and reward. “You need a safe word.”
“Go to hell,” I breathe.
“Eventually. For now, I choose ‘adjourned.’ Fitting for a lawyer, don’t you think?”
I shake my head against the pillow. “I refuse to use that.”
“We’ll see.” Another smack lands, harder this time, sending electricity through my nerves. “Now it’s my turn to have fun,” he says with quiet authority, and I grip the sheets like they’re the only solid thing in a spinning world.
I bite my lip so hard I taste copper, caught in the limbo between wanting to scream and wanting to surrender.
Two weeks ago, during one of our late-night FaceTime sessions, he’d whispered promises of what he’d do if I kept teasing him.
I’d laughed it off then, the threat dissolving into the static between our screens.
Now his promise materializes in the weight of his body against mine.
“I hate you,” I manage through clenched teeth.
“No, you don’t.” The words vibrate against my skin as he presses his lips to the heated flesh he just spanked. His mouth traces a slow, deliberate path up my vertebrae, each kiss a point of fire. “You’re soaking for me.”
His chest presses against my back, his hands claiming my breasts while his hardness slides through my wetness without penetrating.
“Your wants and needs will always be my end goal, but how I get there will always be my decision.” His grin only promises delicious torment that is coming my way. “Now open your legs wider for me.”
I do as he says, even though I’m frustrated. My body reacts to every command, as if it were made for this. His fingertips leave trails of heat as they move over my inner thighs, always close but never touching where I need him. I twist under him, and he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.
“Patience,” he whispers against my skin before his teeth graze my nipple.
My spine curves upward as he works his mouth, sharp nips followed by wet strokes of his tongue. Between my legs, his fingers circle and retreat, offering promises they refuse to keep.
“Aaron, please—” The words escape on a ragged breath.
“You’ll endure it,” he says, leaving no room for discussion. “And you’ll thank me for it. Keep those hands where I put them.”
He releases my wrists, but the command holds me in place. His mouth charts a southward course, each kiss lingering longer than the last. At my hipbone, he pauses, looking up through dark lashes, his eyes midnight pools.
“What do you want from me?” The question hangs between us, deceptively gentle.
“You already know.” I strain against invisible restraints.
“I want the words.” His breath skims my skin. “Give them to me.”
“End this torture and just fuck me.”
“This isn’t torture, Honeybee. However, I hope my warrior goddess is strong enough to endure what will happen next.”