She sits up and he leans forward, pressing his lips to hers. Her mouth sinks into his. She tastes tobacco mixed with the sweetness of breath that belongs only to him. She softens and melts into this moment where nothing else exists but his mouth on hers.
They pull away, grinning. Neither of them thought they’d get to have sex before Sarah flew home. He had roommates and she was in town visiting family. They met when she stepped into a bar where he was working. She wanted some alone time with a book and a beer, but when he started chatting her up she forgot about her novel. One drink turned into another and then another. He asked for her number as she was putting on her jacket getting ready to leave. He wanted to know if she could meet him for dinner the following night to which she agreed. It always happened this way. Her path crossed someone else’s at the precise moment she was about to leave, fly away back to another part of her life.
She climbs on top of him, straddling his hips, her fingers wrapping around his neck, thumb grazing his jaw as she leans in to kiss him again. His stiff cock strains against his pants, pressing into her cunt, causing her crevice to dampen and become slick with her desire.
He grips her ass as they kiss. They move slowly at first. She savors the soft fullness of his mouth as her hands follow his collarbone out to his firm shoulders. She wants to taste his skin; wants to peel away the layers of his being, but there isn’t time, so she’ll have to take what she can get.
He pulls off her t-shirt revealing a lace halter bra. He squeezes and kneads her breasts, his deep brown eyes taking hers in as he does so. She tries to steady her breathing, set her fear of what he may think of her, agreeing to sleep with him after having known him only a few days aside and let go, allowing the experience to unfold.
Her mind reels backwards, past experiences flashing a display like a movie screen in her head of times where she was caught between wanting to touch and be touched but afraid of allowing anyone to do so. She didn’t want to be labeled as slutty. Her interest and curiosity always got the best of her so she found herself caught in a limbo of expressing interest while simultaneously, pushing the person away.
She reminds herself they are both consenting to this, and she is choosing to be with him as reaches for his chest, her palms sliding around to explore his lats, mentally drawing his torso on a canvas in her mind as they kiss. Aaron’s body is an exquisite anatomy study. She wants to touch every square inch of him.
He unhooks her bra, her petite breasts spilling out beneath the lacy fabric. She watches him gather them and bury his face into her flesh. She rakes her fingers through his soft, dense hair. Her breath catches as his mouth envelops her rosy pink nipple. It stiffens against his tongue as he licks it.
“You are lovely.” he says delicately.
“Thank you.” she whispers and lifts his t-shirt over his head.
He grips her breasts again, harder this time. She enjoys the contrast of his tattooed hands against the pale backdrop of her skin.
Their kissing becomes deeper. He kisses her neck, filling her with a blinding ache so strong she felt she may dissolve.
She presses her mouth to his neck as well but doesn’t return his kisses as passionately as he delivers his. She thinks about unleashing all of her aggressiveness on him, but whenever she decides to do so, something inside of her presses the brakes so her intention doesn’t translate. It’s like she doesn’t know how. Fear of losing control creeps in and stops everything. She notices she is most comfortable responding than taking action.
Aaron picks her up and sets her down on her back, pulling at her jeans until they’re off her body and on the floor. He stands and removes his pants and underwear. She tries not to gape at his thick erection, and the dark hair surrounding it as he joins her again.
She reaches for his cock, turning the feel of it over in her mind as she wraps her fingers around it, aware of its abundance and how it might feel inside of her. She lets go to rub and squeeze his balls.
“Harder.” he instructs and she increases the pressure of her grip, her middle finger pressing slightly against his perineum as she does so.
He reaches down and pushes himself inside of her. She exhales, feeling her body opening, letting him in before he fucks her relentlessly; taking her by surprise as he drills her cunt so that she tenses, unable to match his rhythm. Her pussy clenches, her mind panics as she opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out except her ragged breath. When he slows down, she settles, lifting her hips to meet his. She relaxes into the feeling of moving steadily against him, his dick effortlessly sliding in and out of her.
“You should get on top.” he says and she obliges, as they both sit upright. She straddles his hips, filling herself with his cock. She rocks back and forth against his body while he fervently kneads her breasts.
Her hands rest on his shoulders as his thrusts become more extreme. He fucks her so hard she is delightfully dizzy, and eager. Her clit is being teased by the short bursts of contact against him.
They slow down, then speed up, and slow down again. She feels beautiful, scared, full and empty all at the same time.
“When was the last time you came?” he asks, pulling her so they’re both lying down, her still on top.
“Last night.” she flashes him a mischievous grin, propping herself up on her hands.
“What did you think about?”
“I thought about sitting on your face. I bounced between that and the idea of what your dick may feeling like inside of me.” she replies, her hips still grinding against him, her cunt tightening around his cock as she recalls getting off the previous night.
He kisses her vehemently, his hands squeezing her ass as she bucks against him. Her hands push into the cushion above his head, triceps burning as she grinds her hips into his.
“I want to taste you.” he says.
“Alright.” she agrees and he slides out of her.
“Stay where you are.” he tells her as he moves down a few inches so his face is beneath her pussy.
Sarah lowers herself until she’s hovering over his face. Her hands grip the arm of the couch. The heat of his mouth and the pressure of his tongue lapping at her clit has her wanting to come on him. She looks down, her eyes meeting his before she moves her hips back to situate the top of her clit against his tongue while enjoying the view of his face pressed between her legs.
As Aaron continues to lick her, she rests her forehead between her hands, closing her eyes. He pushes a couple of fingers inside of her, sliding them in and out slowly while using his tongue to mimic the feeling of a vibrator against her clit.
When he kisses her inner thighs and playfully smacks her ass, she moves down to face him, burying her face into his neck, as she guides his dick inside of her again. They become slick with sweat as she grinds against him.
He spanks her ass hard and her cunt expels its moisture. She’s greedy for him. She wants all day with him. She wants to pause time and expand this moment. She can barely recall the last time she was this eager, this turned on, this wanted, or this full of desire.
Her orgasm builds slowly, snaking its way through her pelvic muscles. It unfolds in waves of contractions, the pleasure of it all forcing her voice to escape her body in short staccato bursts as she fucks him harder, intensifying the sensation of coming.
She collapses in a sweaty heap on him catching her breath, listening to the steady beat of his heart, observing her hand resting on his arm. She fixates on her fingers, on the sunlight shining on them, not ready to look at him yet. The feeling of exposure is overwhelming so she focuses on whatever minutia is in front of her. Letting someone see such an intimate occurrence leaves her unsettled, a little unhinged.
Aaron’s fingers graze her back. Her focus returns to him and his soft touch. She presses herself up and he slides out of her. They rearrange themselves so he’s seated and she’s sitting on her heels, facing him, his body on display. She reaches for him, her hand gliding over his torso wanting to remember the feel of his skin against her palm, the stiffness of his nipples, the curve of his ribcage and the contour of his hip bones.
His eyes close as if he’s savoring being touched. She watches him receive pleasure from her touch. A hardened, closed off space inside of her cracks open. In noticing him receiving she is aware that she can do the same. She wonders why she hasn’t felt this way before, why this concept was just now presenting itself, and why had she shied away from it for so long.
She presses her palm into the space inside of his hip bone. She runs her hand down the length of his thigh before raking her nails along the inside of it on her way back up. She does this a few times, her hand brushing against his cock as she does so. She relishes the sight of his relaxed face, finding herself incredibly turned on knowing he is.
“Are you going to tease me all day?” he asks, his eyes opening.
She takes his dick in her hand and strokes it noting the silky smoothness of his skin, the gentle curve of the tip and the ridge separating the head from the shaft. She bends, her lips enveloping the head of his cock.
Her hair spills around her face, landing on his hips, painting his pale skin with honeyed streaks. She sucks the head of him first before inching her way down, pressing her tongue against his shaft as she moves.
She grips the base of his dick and slowly strokes it while she sucks him. She listens to the steady rhythm of his breathing, her eyes closing to focus on the taste and shape of him.
He pushes her hair out of the way to watch her, and she grins and strokes him, his skin wet from her saliva. She leans forward to kiss his lips before returning to his cock.
“Keep your mouth on the head and your hand where it is. Go slow.” he says.
She follows his instructions and minutes later he’s coming. Warm liquid spills out of him and into her mouth. She feels the contractions of his orgasm against her palm, and her lips. She swallows him, enjoying his taste.
They kiss languidly, then peel themselves off the couch to get dressed again. He lights a cigarette. She watches his mouth as he smokes, craving it again. They say their goodbyes as she gathers her purse, neither of them offering to stay in touch. They leave everything they just shared in the space between them before she walks out the door feeling sated.