by Exley Avis
“I lay on the sofa and listened to it a dozen times,” he went on. “Really focussing on the lyrics.”
“Did you like it?”
“I’m not here as a music critic.” His laugh sounded more like a groan. “But those songs came from somewhere deep and pure. I finally understood why you sent me away and how much it cost to let me go.”
“It was too high a price.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I missed you every minute.”
“I know.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Although I’ve spent a year convincing myself you never really loved me.”
“But I did love you. I loved you so much.” She gripped the front of his T-shirt, her voice urgent as she looked up at him, willing herself not to cry again. “And I still do.”
She held her breath when he shook his head.
“After hearing those songs, I don’t think love is a big enough word for the way you feel about me. I’m everything to you. How can I walk away knowing that?”
Taking Erika by surprise, Aiden leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin in a playful bite. His lips scalded, setting her nerve endings ablaze. Like a fire-brand they followed the trail his fingertip had left, all the way down to her wrist before he picked up her hand and kissed each finger in turn.
Her resistance disintegrated.
“Don’t play false with me,” she whispered, her breath quickening. “My heart’s broken enough. Unless you’re serious about coming back, leave now.”
Aiden braced his hands on the dressing table, either side of her hips, imprisoning her. His face came level with hers and he tilted his head as if to kiss her but tantalisingly held back.
“I can’t write a song about how I feel,” he said, dropping his lips to the soft hollows of her neck and barely brushing her skin with his tongue. “I don’t have enough words to say how much I love and want you.” His stubbled chin spiked her cheek and the warm, masculine scent of him overwhelmed her. “But I can use my body to show you.”
Kisses trickled up to the tender skin behind her ear, bringing a soft sigh of pleasure from Erika. She put her hands against Aiden’s chest, maintaining the pretence of resistance but her palms moulded themselves around his pecs and her fingertips picked up the roughness of hair through his T-shirt.
Her body took the leap of faith her head daren’t make and pressed against him.
“I’m the love of your life,” Aiden said needlessly, his voice a sigh against her skin. He pulled her hard against his body. “Although I didn’t need a CD to tell me that.”
His mouth seared her cleavage. Erika pulled his head closer and surrendered herself to his hot tongue as it tasted the hollow between her breasts and swept under her top.
When Aiden pinched her nipples suddenly she let out a sharp cry of surprise. He looked up anxiously to check he hadn’t been too rough but her parted lips and wide, bright eyes told him a different story. Watching her reactions, he did it again, very deliberately, and Erika thrust her breasts forward against his hands with a ragged moan, begging him to do it a third time.
She no longer cared whether Aiden wanted her for the night, or for the rest of time. Her body existed in the present and, right now, it longed to feel, taste, touch and absorb him.
Without giving herself time to hesitate, she sat up on the table top, wrapped her legs around his hips and wrenched him toward her.
Aiden’s cock thrust against her belly; an unyielding ridge behind the buttons on his jeans, and Erika’s pussy swelled at the thought of the pleasures she had yet to come.
Her legs tightened around him. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Or, at least not until she’d had her fill of him.
Aiden’s restraint snapped and he ground his mouth down on Erika’s, kissing her as if he hadn’t held her for a lifetime. She bit his tongue when it thrust into her mouth and savoured the taste of him, relearning the delicious flavours of his body.
The seams of her vest cracked when Aiden slid his hands under it, his haste to touch her making him careless. The weight of her naked breasts brought a low moan of desire from him that reverberated through Erika and thrilled her to the core of her bones.
Adrenaline surged around her body. Longing to feel Aiden’s skin against hers, Erika yanked his T-shirt off over his head and spread her hands against his powerful chest. The thick hair across his pecs tickled her palms and shadowed the unyielding muscles that carried gentleness, as well as strength. Erika got turned on just looking at it, let alone imagining how that rough, sexy chest would feel against her skin when he fucked her.
Starting at the base of his throat, she devoured him. Her tongue snaked along the muscle lines, damping the hair into dark trails. She bit and kissed until Aiden could do nothing except loll back his head and abandon himself to the heat of her mouth across his skin.
From a deep, lustful place within him a groan erupted and he tangled his hands in her hair. Not that Erika needed any guidance. She knew instinctively where he craved her touch – when to bite, when to tease, where to push the boundaries of pleasure.
Excitement overheated his body and drew out the hot, virile essence of him that made Erika’s tongue tingle at the traces of salt on his skin. She licked her lips.
The buttons on his jeans scratched against the edge of the dressing table, screaming at Erika to undo them, and she pushed him away so she could reach.
But Aiden didn’t give her the chance.
Passion took control and he tore off her vest, flinging it aside impatiently. His greedy mouth continued the exploration his fingers had begun – down between her breasts, around her hard nipples and into the soft flesh under her arms. He feasted on her, finding erogenous zones Erika had never known existed, until the world began and ended with his tongue.
“Don’t stop,” she begged when his mouth opened wide and sucked around her nipple. Her body cramped at the kick of ecstasy. “You’re making me so hot for you.”
Aiden’s lips formed a smile around her breast. “Maybe I’d better check you’re telling me the truth.”
As Erika inhaled sharply, Aiden’s tongue travelled down her breastbone to her navel and swiped across the fabric of her tiny shorts. He smelled how wet she was and rushed to taste her. Dropping to his knees, he pushed her legs wide apart and allowed himself a very satisfied smile.
The damp fabric moulding around the outer folds of her pussy made him lick his lips before he leaned forward and bit the soft flesh above it. The muffled movements of his tongue and teeth through the flimsy material sent every sensation rushing into the place between Erika’s legs. She cried out, wanting him there and then, but Aiden intended making her wait.
Instead, he went for the slow build, taking his time exploring every pleasure point along the inside of her thighs. His strong hands encircled her knees, pinning them wide so she couldn’t have escaped, even if her legs had had the strength to support her.
In a swift, sudden movement he pushed her knees together and whipped off her shorts, flinging them to the other side of the room. The sudden coldness of wood against her bottom made Erika laugh. But the laughter turned to a deep inhalation of pleasure when Aiden spread her legs again and plunged his mouth into her hot, juicy pussy.
With a cry they must have heard outside the room, Erika’s body imploded and folded itself around Aiden’s tongue. She grabbed his head to pull his tongue harder against her clit while his rough chin grazed the tender folds below it.
Her pussy became combustible. A thousand explosive sensations set fire to her and threatened to burn out of control. Her body no longer belonged to her. Aiden possessed her, enslaving her with his touch and controlling every reaction by the slightest movement of his expert hands.
He nibbled her sex’s soft lips. His fingers entered her and massaged her G-spot while her body clenched around the intense sensations deep within her core. The pleasure zones along her inner thighs ignited and he fanned the flames with feather
-light kisses until she begged him to make her come.
“Not yet,” he rasped. Realising he’d taken her too close to the edge, he abandoned her pussy and began sucking and pleasuring each nipple instead. “We have all night.”
“No, please. I need you to fuck me now.”
He stood up, laughing at her frustration and intoxicated by it, but feeling no guilt about exploiting his power over her. “You’ve made me wait a year for this. You don’t get to come until I say so.”
When his finger pierced her pussy again, Erika found it impossible to argue, or even to distinguish the individual parts of her body. They melted into one fiery ball of sensation until her blood boiled and her sex liquefied.
Unspent desire made Erika strong and she pushed Aiden away, bracing her heels against his hips to hold him back long enough for her to undo his jeans and slip them down over his hips.
The tip of his swollen cock thrust up above his underwear, full-blooded and reddened by desire. It nestled against the thick mat of hair spreading down from Aiden’s navel, like a gift packaged for Erika’s delight. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting it again.
Never taking her eyes off the straining bulge she caressed it through the fabric and cupped Aiden’s balls which hung hard and heavy between his thick thighs, proof of how much he needed to fuck her.
And definitely more than once.
She’d see to that.
The cock throbbed against Erika’s palm and pre-cum leaked from the tip. No matter how much Aiden pretended he wanted to wait, his body had other ideas.
Desperate to feel him hard inside her, Erika wrenched him back against her. As if by design, the thick line of his cock embedded itself in the groove of her sex and his shorts absorbed its hot moisture. She gyrated her hips, stroking her clit up and down the length of his shaft and pulling him closer to increase the pressure.
Aiden grabbed her hips and picked up her tempo. When her hands slid inside the back of his shorts and her nails dug into his tight butt cheeks, he shifted and pushed back against her hands.
The slight movement unexpectedly drew the naked, flushed tip of his cock across her wet clit and Aiden lost control. Its ridge brushed the hard nub, shooting sparks of pleasure through them both. Erika held him still and pulled her clit against him, knowing exactly what she was doing to him and loving it.
“Touch me,” he moaned. He buried his face in her hair and struggled to control his breathing. “Suck my cock.”
Erika didn’t need a second invitation.
Dropping to her knees in front of him she eased his shorts down over his thighs. His cock jutted tantalisingly in front of her lips; strong, hard and so delicious she couldn’t resist a greedy smile.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” she said.
With a glance upwards to check she had Aiden’s full attention, she circled her hot tongue very slowly around the end of his swollen shaft. A sticky droplet emerged onto its smooth head and she kissed it away, letting his pre-cum glisten on her lips for a few seconds before she parted them and slid him deep into her mouth.
The moan of pleasure from Aiden was animalistic – deep, base and raw.
He thrust into her mouth’s sweet, warm depths with urgent stabs of his hips. Instinctively, Erika’s tongue picked up his rhythm and pressed against the underside of his cock, trapping it against the roof of her mouth. Each time Aiden withdrew, the tip of Erika’s tongue flicked repeatedly across the sensitive cleft under the cock’s head. Pre-cum trickled into her throat and she swallowed it down, revelling in the taste and flavour of sex with Aiden again.
Her hand clenched around the base of the thick, ribbed shaft while her head moved in time with his hips, taking him as far down her throat as she could. His balls tightened in her other hand and she eased back, lessening the pressure of her tongue. Although she loved to make him come in her mouth, she needed his cock inside her aching pussy that first time.
She reached between her legs and rubbed her slippery clit in time with Aiden’s strokes until she could bear it no longer. In another second she’d come, whether he was inside her or not, and she upped the stakes to tip him over the edge.
With his cock still in her mouth, she massaged the skin behind his balls, edging toward his anus. He bent forward slightly, parting his deliciously tight bum to give her the freedom to plunder his most sensitive places and she smiled around him.
He was such a pushover.
And she knew exactly how to bring him to heel.
Stretching out a finger, she drew circles around his anus, before dragging her nail across the tender skin. Aiden cried out and squirmed against her fingertip, losing the rhythm of his thrusts into her mouth as a whole new set of sensations flooded his body.
“Don’t stop,” he begged when her nails scratched the underside of his balls. He swept her hair back from her face so he could watch her every move in the mirror. “You’re making me come.”
To show exactly how much control she had over him, Erika’s finger suddenly pressed hard against his anus’s puckered centre. Aiden’s knees buckled and his cock leapt against the roof of her mouth.
“Oh my God,” he gasped, barely able to catch his breath. “Stand up. I need to fuck you. Now!”
Erika didn’t give Aiden chance to change his mind and pulled herself back up onto the desk. She wrapped her legs around him again, and tried to guide him into her, but he pushed her knees apart.
“Not like this,” he said, teasing her open sex with the tip of his straining cock but not pushing inside. “Stand up and turn around.”
“Why? Tell me what you’re going to do.”
She loved to hear him describe the ways he wanted to fuck her. It was like having explosive sex twice over – once with her imagination and then again with her body.
“I’m going to act out a fantasy,” he said mysteriously.
Aiden pulled her onto her feet and turned her around, her hands on the table top and facing the mirror. Impatiently, he kicked away his jeans and pressed his chest against her back, while his cock slid between her clenched thighs. Its hard, hot ridges pushed between her swollen folds and across her clit, driving her wild. It felt like a rigid tongue, licking her closer to coming with every stroke. She moulded herself to Aiden and pulled his lips down against her shoulder.
“On the landing today, when I stood behind you,” he said, the words punctuated by his tongue circling the bones in her spine. “I wanted to take down the straps of your dress and set these beautiful breasts free.”
Erika laughed at their sexual telepathy and watched the reflection of Aiden’s big, strong hands taking the weight of her soft breasts. “I didn’t hear a word you said up there. All I could think about was how it would feel to have you inside me. You smelt of lazy mornings in bed and I wanted you to fuck me right there.”
“I know you did.” He caressed her breasts possessively, the scene playing out like an erotic movie in the mirror. Her nipples puckered and hardened between his fingers, flushed and begging to be sucked. “I saw the shape of these through your dress. My cock was ready to explode.”
“Then why didn’t you fuck me? I was hot and wet and hoping you would.” She moved one of Aiden’s hand’s down to her sex to show she still felt the same.
He groaned and pushed his fingers inside her. “Because I wanted to punish you.”
“Not fucking me was punishing yourself too,” she pointed out but Aiden’s expression told her she’d misunderstood.
He forced one of his legs between hers, the hair deliciously rough against the tender skin on the inside of her thighs that still bore the brand of his lips.
“No. I really wanted to punish you,” Aiden said.
Erika’s eyes widened as she caught his meaning but she pretended she hadn’t, just to make him explain it to her.
“What kind of punishment did you have in mind?”
Aiden pulled her legs wider and took his time devouring the sight of her glistening sex. He edged her s
ideways so she had a full view in the mirror and then brought the flat of his hand down hard against the cheek of her tender bum. Erika jerked upright as the stinging imprint turned her buttocks pink. She watched in fascination while her skin reddened.
It felt as hot as it looked.
Aiden forced her back down. “I wanted to bend you forward like this and lift up your dress,” he said. “And then I’d pull down your underwear, just far enough.”
His hand fell again, with a glance at Erika’s reflection.
He needed a sign before he’d continue and she gave it gladly.
“Maybe I deserved to be punished,” she agreed. Her eyes met his, dark and lustful, and begging for more. “I forced my way into your house and wanted you to fuck me.”
“Yes you did.”
The muscles in his arm flexed with sweet anticipation. Another slap resounded around the small room. Aiden slipped his other hand down over her belly and into her sex, holding her steady for the next smack.
“I used you for sex and called you a tart,” Erika reminded him, wanting more of the sweet pain.
“I’ve not forgotten.”
His hand fell again and Erika yelped but he smoothed away the stinging with a caress after each blow.
“That feels so good,” she breathed, reaching up to play with her own breasts.
“You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”
Three slaps landed together and Erika’s body tipped over into the first throes of orgasm. Heat seeped into her sex to make sticky juices saturate the tops of her thighs and Aiden’s fingers.
“I wanted to spank this beautiful, soft arse until it was pink and then fuck you until you begged for mercy.”
“Then do it,” she dared him, her eyes aflame. “Let me watch you do it.”
Their eyes locked but the connection was far more than visual. It was sexual, emotional and spiritual too, multiplying the impact of every touch and sensation until Erika felt Aiden’s body had become part of hers.
She watched him lose himself in his own pleasure and couldn’t remember having felt so horny for him.
He gripped his cock. Rubbing it. Savouring its hardness. Fantasising and imagining while his other hand continued making Erika’s butt cheeks burn.
