Reaching between them, he slid his fingers over her folds and rubbed a slow circle around her clit, sending sparks of pleasure rocking through her.
Aaron glided his lips from her mouth over her chin and down to her neck, kissing against her pulse as he gripped his shaft and guided it toward her opening. She clenched her thighs against his hips, slanting upward, begging for him to push inside her. He hovered at her entrance, the tip pressing hotly but not quite pushing inside.
Darla skated her hands down Aaron’s back to his taut buttocks, gripping the muscles of his ass and tilting her pelvis. He continued to tease her, lifting his hard length away from her entrance and pressing it between her folds so it slid tantalizingly over her clit. She moaned, rocking with his movements.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “And you feel so good.”
Before she could thank him, he slid the tip of his shaft to her opening and thrust forward, filling her, consuming her. Darla arched her back, crying out with pleasure.
“So damn good,” her murmured against her ear.
He kissed her, his tongue darting in and out, teasing the same way his body moved in and out of hers. He swayed into her, pressing his pelvis tight to hers, rocking up and then withdrawing, sending delicious spirals of intensity ricocheting through her. By far the best…
Her heart pounded, her breaths were quick, fingers clutched tightly to his back, hips rocking in time with his. Intense pleasure and pressure built in the center of her, and every rock of his body had her gasping and climbing higher and higher. Delirious with ecstasy, she clung to him knowing that tonight would mean more to her than just getting laid, more to her than the perfect ending to a perfect date. Aaron was changing her life. Changing her perspective on men. She’d never be the same again, and already she craved more of what he could give her.
Aaron groaned, his forehead falling to hers, and every few breaths he kissed her, sucked at her lips, flicked his tongue to dance with hers. Whispered sexy, encouraging words in her ear. His pace increased, one hand gripped to her hip, and the other bent by her head, holding his weight up. With every ensuing thrust, Darla felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the ultimate in pleasure. And then one more hard drive of his hips and she was there, her body shattering and fragments of herself shooting off into the stratosphere.
She clung to him, moaning, riding out that all-powerful climax, and urging him on to his finish.
“Darla,” he growled, thrusting harder and shuddering above her.
He cradled her close, neither of them moving as they recovered their breath. Darla was content to stay in his arms forever. To listen to the sound of his breathing, the pound of their hearts.
“That was…amazing,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then her lips.
She smiled, their eyes locking. “Incredible.”
He returned her smile. “I’ll be right back.” He climbed from the bed, making her instantly cold.
She lifted the covers, snuggling under them, and wondering if now would bring on the awkward moment where he claimed the need to get home and to bed before his alarm woke him before the crack of dawn.
Darla started to panic, flipped the covers back and was about to riffle through her pajama drawer for her comfy sweats when Aaron popped out of her bathroom. When he saw what she was doing, he shook his head and stalked forward, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air.
“No night clothes. We’re sleeping naked.” He dropped her onto the bed and climbed in beside her, pulling the covers up and hauling her into the crook of his arm. “Want to fall asleep to Miracle on 34 th Street ?”
Hot damn, he really was the man of her dreams.
Chapter Seven
A aron woke with a smile. Something he’d not done for a long time. He felt content, happy, and damn his cock was hard.
He rolled over and pulled Darla
Aaron glided his lips from her mouth over her chin and down to her neck, kissing against her pulse as he gripped his shaft and guided it toward her opening. She clenched her thighs against his hips, slanting upward, begging for him to push inside her. He hovered at her entrance, the tip pressing hotly but not quite pushing inside.
Darla skated her hands down Aaron’s back to his taut buttocks, gripping the muscles of his ass and tilting her pelvis. He continued to tease her, lifting his hard length away from her entrance and pressing it between her folds so it slid tantalizingly over her clit. She moaned, rocking with his movements.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “And you feel so good.”
Before she could thank him, he slid the tip of his shaft to her opening and thrust forward, filling her, consuming her. Darla arched her back, crying out with pleasure.
“So damn good,” her murmured against her ear.
He kissed her, his tongue darting in and out, teasing the same way his body moved in and out of hers. He swayed into her, pressing his pelvis tight to hers, rocking up and then withdrawing, sending delicious spirals of intensity ricocheting through her. By far the best…
Her heart pounded, her breaths were quick, fingers clutched tightly to his back, hips rocking in time with his. Intense pleasure and pressure built in the center of her, and every rock of his body had her gasping and climbing higher and higher. Delirious with ecstasy, she clung to him knowing that tonight would mean more to her than just getting laid, more to her than the perfect ending to a perfect date. Aaron was changing her life. Changing her perspective on men. She’d never be the same again, and already she craved more of what he could give her.
Aaron groaned, his forehead falling to hers, and every few breaths he kissed her, sucked at her lips, flicked his tongue to dance with hers. Whispered sexy, encouraging words in her ear. His pace increased, one hand gripped to her hip, and the other bent by her head, holding his weight up. With every ensuing thrust, Darla felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the ultimate in pleasure. And then one more hard drive of his hips and she was there, her body shattering and fragments of herself shooting off into the stratosphere.
She clung to him, moaning, riding out that all-powerful climax, and urging him on to his finish.
“Darla,” he growled, thrusting harder and shuddering above her.
He cradled her close, neither of them moving as they recovered their breath. Darla was content to stay in his arms forever. To listen to the sound of his breathing, the pound of their hearts.
“That was…amazing,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then her lips.
She smiled, their eyes locking. “Incredible.”
He returned her smile. “I’ll be right back.” He climbed from the bed, making her instantly cold.
She lifted the covers, snuggling under them, and wondering if now would bring on the awkward moment where he claimed the need to get home and to bed before his alarm woke him before the crack of dawn.
Darla started to panic, flipped the covers back and was about to riffle through her pajama drawer for her comfy sweats when Aaron popped out of her bathroom. When he saw what she was doing, he shook his head and stalked forward, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air.
“No night clothes. We’re sleeping naked.” He dropped her onto the bed and climbed in beside her, pulling the covers up and hauling her into the crook of his arm. “Want to fall asleep to Miracle on 34 th Street ?”
Hot damn, he really was the man of her dreams.
Chapter Seven
A aron woke with a smile. Something he’d not done for a long time. He felt content, happy, and damn his cock was hard.
He rolled over and pulled Darla
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