I lap at her, savoring her taste, the sounds she makes driving me wild. I slip a thick finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that spot that makes her toes curl. “Oh, God.” She rocks and rolls her hips.
“Ride my hand, butterfly.”
She moans loudly, her walls clenching around my fingers, and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, my tongue working her clit.
Her thighs start to tremble, and then she’s coming, screaming out my name as her body quakes violently around my fingers. I work her through it, not stopping until her hands fist my hair and she pushes at my head.
I crawl up her body, positioning myself between her legs. The head of my cock nudges at her entrance, and she looks up at me with those big eyes, still hazy from her orgasm.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, my voice rough as emotions consume me. “My woman. My old lady.”
She nods, her hands coming up to frame my face. “I’m yours.”
“Say it,” I demand, pushing just the tip of my cock inside her. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Aaron,” she says, looking right into my eyes. “I’m your butterfly.”
With a growl, I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt like a savage. We both groan at the sensation. She’s so hot, so wet, so fucking perfect around me.
“Mine,” I say again as I start to move, setting a slow rhythm.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper. “I’m yours, honey.”
I pick up the pace, driven by a primal need to claim her, to mark her as mine in the most animal way possible. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with our moans and the banging of the bed frame hitting the wall.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I groan, reaching down to rub her clit. I want her to come again, want to feel her little pussy squeeze around me when she does.
“Oh god, honey,” she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You’re so big. Ah! It hurts so good.”
Her words spur me on, and I pound into her harder and faster. I can feel my release building, a tight pressure tingling at the base of my spine.
“I’m close,” I warn her, my rhythm starting to falter. “Come with me, butterfly. Come around my cock.”
As if waiting for my command, her pussy tightens like a vice, and I know she’s right here with me. Her back arches off the bed, and she cries out my name as she falls over the edge.
The feeling of her finding her own release sends me rocketing into orbit, and with a final thrust, I bury myself deep and come hard, growling her name like a prayer.
Fuck. Me.
For several long moments, we stay joined together, our breathing hard and labored. When my cock softens, I carefully lower myself to her side, pulling her against my chest. She nestles into me, her head fitting perfectly under my chin.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, running my hand up and down her sweaty back.
She nods against my chest. “You fucked the life outta me.”
A laugh bursts past my lips. “The life outta you, huh?”
Her head moves up and down. “Mmhmm.”
I shake my head and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Good.”
We lie there in the dark, listening to the wind howling outside. The storm is in full force now, rattling the windows with its fury.
“I meant what I said,” I tell her, breaking the silence. “You’re my old lady now. There’s no going back.”
She lifts her head to look at me, her expression serious. “I don’t want to go back.”
