When I glance over my shoulder, Aaron’s leaning against the doorframe, his eyes dark and hungry as they track my movements.
“Oh no, mister,” I laugh, shaking a finger at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”
I hop quickly into the shower, closing the frosted glass door behind me. But I can still see his silhouette through the glass as he starts stripping off his own clothes.
Fifty-three, my ass.
The man has the stamina of a 20-year-old.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby,” he says, his voice innocent even as I see him shuck off his boxer briefs, his cock springing free, hard and ready.
The shower door opens, and he steps in behind me, his big body crowding the small space. His hands immediately find my hips, pulling me back against him. I can feel his erection pressing against my lower back, hot and insistent.
“Aaron,” I protest weakly, “I need to get ready for girls’ night. The others are expecting us.”
“We’ve got time,” he murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Besides, I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
His hands slide around to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasp, arching into his touch despite knowing we should be getting ready to go.
“Been thinking about these perfect tits,” he growls, pinching lightly. “About this sweet pussy.” One hand drifts down between my legs, a thick finger rubbing at my clit.
“Oh God,” I moan, my head falling back against his chest.
“That’s it, butterfly,” he encourages, his fingers circling the bundle of nerves. “Let me take care of you.”
The water beats down on us as his skilled fingers work me into a frenzy. My hips rock against his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction. It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge.
“Aaron, please,” I beg. I need him to make me come.
With a low rumble, he spins me around and lifts me up, my back pressing against the cold tile wall. “Shit,” I hiss, locking my legs around his waist, my arms looping around his neck for support.
“Hold on tight, baby,” he warns, positioning himself at my opening.
Then he’s pushing inside me, filling me completely in one hard thrust. We both groan at the sensation.
“Okay?” He gives me a moment to adjust.
I nod, then he starts to move, his hips driving into me hard and fast.
The cold wall at my back and his hot body pressed against my front is intoxicating. I cling to him, holding on for dear life as he pounds into me.
“Fuck, you pussy is heaven,” he growls, his face buried in my neck. “So hot. So wet.”
His words push me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension building.
“I’m close,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Me too, baby,” he pants, his rhythm faltering. “Come for me, butterfly.”
His words send a jolt through me. With a loud moan, I’m thrust into the abyss, my walls clench around him, milking him dry.
“Goddamn,” He pants, lowering me to my feet and keeping his arms around me until he’s sure I’m steady.
“No shit,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “We need to hurry up and get ready.”
I roll my eyes and giggle. Pretty sure that’s what I said before he climbed in the shower with me.
