I open my eyes to find his intense gray ones staring down at me.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, his voice strained. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I breathe, my hands going to his shoulders. “Please, Aaron. I want you so bad.”
He pushes into me slowly, stretching me in the most delicious way. He’s bigger than I’m used to, and the slight burn only adds to the pleasure. When he’s fully seated inside me, he pauses, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel incredible.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, and he groans again before starting to move. His thrusts are measured and deep, hitting places inside me that make my vision blur. One hand slides down to grip my hip, angling me just so, and suddenly he’s hitting that spot that makes my toes curl with every stroke.
“Aaron!” I cry out, my nails digging into his back.
“That’s it, butterfly,” he growls. “Give it to me.”
His pace increases, and I can feel another orgasm building rapidly. He must feel it too, because his thumb finds my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
“Come,” he snarls. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
That’s all it takes.
His words push me over the edge, and I explode, the walls of my pussy clamping down on him as pleasure rips through me.
He groans, his rhythm faltering as my body squeezes him, but he doesn’t stop, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a trembling mess beneath him.
Only then does he let go, his thrusts becoming brutal as he chases his own release. With a final deep thrust, he buries his face in my neck and comes with a muffled groan of my name.
We stay connected for a long moment, his weight perfect on top of me, our bodies still joined. His breathing gradually slows, and he places a gentle kiss on my neck before carefully pulling out and rolling to the side.
He doesn’t go far though, immediately pulling me against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around me. I snuggle into him, feeling more content than I have in... maybe ever.
“You okay, butterfly?” he asks, his voice rough.
I nod against his chest. “Mmhmm. Amazing.”
I can feel his smile against my hair. “Good.”
We lie here, wrapped around each other, his hand tracing lazy circles on my back. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
Sex with the men here has always been quick and mostly about them getting off. This was different. He was focused on making me feel good.
And there’s no denying this…connection. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s crazy—I barely know this man.
But somehow, lying here in his arms, I feel safe.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his fingers tangling in my pink hair.
I trace one of his tattoos with my fingertip. “Just that... this was nice.Reallynice.”
He tilts my chin up to look at him. “Just nice?”
I laugh at his lifted brow. “Okay, amazing. Earth-shattering. Best I’ve ever had. Better?”
He grins, and it transforms his face completely. Makes him look younger, less grumpy. “Much better. But I’m not done with you yet, butterfly.”
“No?” I raise an eyebrow back at him, a smile playing on my lips.
He shakes his head, rolling me onto my back and hovering over me again. “Not even close.”
