“So responsive,” he murmurs, bending to take one nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat of his tongue sends electricity shooting through me, and I cry out, my fingers threading through his hair to hold him right where he is.
He sucks and licks, alternating between gentle and just this side of painful. My knees start to shake, threatening to buckle.
He catches me easily, one arm around my waist, and lowers me onto the bed. Standing over me, he reaches back, grabbing the neck of his shirt and pulls it off in that sexy way hot guys always do.
“Wow.” I lick my lips, staring at his torso covered in tattoos and more muscles than I expected for a man his age. His chest and arms are decorated in colorful ink, his abs chiseled like a greek god.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his hands going to his belt.
I watch, mesmerized, as he unbuckles it and then unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down to the floor with his boxer briefs.
His cock springs free, thick and hard, curving slightly toward his stomach. My eyes widen at the size of it.
“Like what you see, butterfly?” There’s a smirk in his voice.
I nod, unable to form words.
Hell yes. I likey a whole lot.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and panties, looking at me for permission. I lift my hips in answer, and he pulls them off, leaving me completely naked under his hungry gaze.
“Goddamn,” he breathes, eyes roaming over me. “You’re perfect.”
Before I can respond, he’s on top of me, his weight supported by his forearms as he settles between my thighs. The feeling of his bare skin against mine makes me gasp, and when his cock brushes against my center, I whimper.
“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging for.
“Patience, butterfly,” he murmurs, his lips finding my neck.
He takes his time, kissing and licking his way down my body. His beard scrapes gently against my skin, a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips. By the time he reaches my stomach, I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for more.
“Stay still,” he commands, his voice deepening.
Something in his tone makes me freeze immediately. He rewards me with an approving hum that vibrates against my skin.
“Good girl.”
The praise sends a rush of warmth through me, and I melt into the mattress, surrendering to his touch.
He continues his journey downward, spreading my thighs wider as he settles between them. When his breath fans over my center, I have to bite my lip to keep from bucking my hips.
“So wet for me already,” he says, running a finger through my folds. “Fucking beautiful.”
Then his mouth is on me, his tongue circling my clit.
I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets. He slips one finger inside me, then two, curling them until he finds my g-spot.
Stars explode behind my eyelids. “Aaron!” I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
He growls against my pussy, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. “Say my name again.”
“Aaron, please! Make me come.”
He doubles his efforts, sucking my clit into his mouth as his fingers thrust inside me, and I shatter, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Before I fully recover, he’s moving up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. “Look at me,” he commands.
