Scream For me

I reached for Aaron’s long-sleeve shirthe looked so different when he didn’t wear a button-up like I usually did.

He kissed me again and cupped my breast through my bra. I fiddled with his belt buckle and undid his jeans.

When I reached into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his cock, he sucked a breath through his teeth. This time, I wanted to please him. I shifted off the couch and positioned myself between his legs on my knees. I grabbed his pants by the waist and wrestled them down a little so that his cock stood upright and proud before me.

I cupped his balls with one hand and gently massaged them, running my other hand up and down his shaft, and I looked up at him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sinking deeper into his seat, and tipping his head back against the couch. I leaned down and sucked his head into my mouth, and he groaned. Aaron pushed his hands into my hair, stroking his fingers through it as I sucked him into my mouth as far as he could go. Slowly, I pulled back, swirling my tongue against his shaft and then around the tip, teasing him. Aaron groaned, tightening the grip on my hair, and I sucked him deeper into my mouth again. I bobbed my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth, and Aaron moaned and groaned, encouraging me to take him in deeper and deeper. I massaged his balls while I did.

Aaron pushed my head back suddenly, breathing hard.

“I don’t want to finish like this,” he said. His eyes were dark with need. “I want to be inside of you. I want so much more than this.”

I leaned forward and kissed Aaron. He wrapped his arms around me, but instead of pulling me up, he joined me on the floor. He moved onto the fur rug in front of the fireplace and pulled me closer to him so I was half underneath him.

Aaron kissed me again, slowly, sensually. His tongue slid into my mouth, and his hands roamed my body as if he were committing it to memory. Where our first night together had been alcohol-fueled and urgent, toeing the line, testing boundaries, everything about this was incredible.

Aaron paid so much attention to me, with me in every moment.

He worked his way down my body, planting kisses and caressing me with large, capable hands as he went. He pulled down my leggings, unwrapping me like I was a gift. I helped him wriggle out of his jeans, and he unclasped my bra.

When he pulled down my panties, I helped him kick them off before he pushed his hands between my legs. I gasped when his fingers found my wetness and writhed underneath him when Aaron flicked his fingers over my clit a few times before drawing lazy circles.

He pushed me closer and closer to the edge, and I gasped and moaned in his ear. He sucked on my earlobe and nibbled softly on the skin of my neck, and I trembled and shivered.

When Aaron let go, I moaned in protest. I wanted him to take me all the way.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. He stood and disappeared toward the bedroom. When he came back, he had a foil in his hand and wrapped himself up before laying down in front of the fire with me again.

He kissed me and rolled onto me. When his cock pushed against my entrance, I moaned. He slid into me, deeper and deeper, and I gasped for air as pleasure already started to tremble through my body.

Aaron moved slowly. He stroked in and out of me, achingly slow, teasing me, working me up into a frenzy but refusing me an orgasm at the same time. I cried out with need and frustration and with pleasure. The feel of him inside me, the friction he created, set my body on fire. The spark he’d ignited at my core with his fingers grew into a raging furnace, and now, all I wanted to do was feed it.

Aaron complied. He moved faster and faster, bucking his hips, and hammering his cock into me, and I cried out in erratic gasps as he gave me exactly what I was looking for.

He fucked me harder still, and a moment later, an orgasm crashed down on me, and I cried out with pleasure. The orgasm rolled over me in waves, and Aaron slowed down, letting me take it in, relish in it, roll in the pleasure, and wrap it around myself like a blanket.

When I finally recovered, I looked up at Aaron with half-lidded eyes, and he cocked a grin at me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me,” he said, and kissed my lips.

“Do it again,” I whispered. “Take me.”

Aaron’s face changed, something primal taking over. He kissed me again, hard this time. His lips mashed against mine, and he pushed his hand into my hair, closing it in a fist. I gasped.

He suddenly flipped me over and gripped my hips, pulling me up, so I was on all fours. His strength was a turn-on, and his demands made me want him that much more.

Aaron gripped my hips, and he plunged into me again. I faced the fire, crackling in the hearth, flames licking around the wood, and Aaron fucked me from behind. I cried out with every thrust, my breasts jiggling, his balls slapping against my pussy, and the room filled with moans and groans and slapping along with the crackle of the firethe soundtrack of our sex.

I came again. Aaron’s cock was impressive and rubbed up against all the right spots. I couldn’t help myselfI fell apart a second time. My arms collapsed, and Aaron held me up by my hips, still riding me.

He pulled out as suddenly as he’d lunged into me and took my arms from behind, helping me up. I stood on my knees when he cupped my breasts and kissed me over my shoulder. He stood and took my hand, pulling me up. He walked me across the room until my back was up against a wall, and Aaron hiked my leg up. I wrapped it around his waist. He pushed into me again, and I cried out when he pushed me against the wall, fucking me upright.

His face was just above mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He kissed me again, much more intimate than when he’d been fucking me from behind, hot as it was.

He pumped into me faster and faster, and his breath came in shallow gasps. He grunted, his face riddled with concertation and lust.

I trembled, my legs turning into jelly, but Aaron held me up.

“I’ve got you,” he said.

I nodded, and he kissed me again, sucking my lower lip into his mouth. He scraped his teeth along it, and I cried out when another orgasm crashed into me. With a few more short strokes, Aaron was right there with me with a sharp cry. He pushed into me as deep as he could, and I felt him jerk and pulsate as he released.

We rode out the orgasm together, connected, closer than I’d ever been with anyone before. The small voice at the back of my mind wanted to question the feeling, to tell me that I was doing something wrong, that I had to think twice, but I pushed it away. I wouldn’t let it interfere.

Finally, Aaron pulled out and let my leg down. I stood on shaky legs, breathing hard.

“Come here,” he said, and we walked back to the fireplace, where we lay down on the fur. He pulled me against him and put his arm under my head. We lay together in the golden hue of the flames.

Aaron traced his fingers over my body, gently caressing me. Slowly, my breathing returned to normal, and my heart rate slowed. I looked up at him, staring into his dark eyes.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said.

“What am I thinking?”

“That we shouldn’t have done this.”

“It complicates things.”

He nodded. “It does, but I feel something when I’m around you that I’ve never felt before, and I’m not going to keep running away from it. At least, not right now. This week we’re removed from reality, so I want to do what I want to do without thinking about anything else. I always think about everything else.”

I cupped his cheek. “What happens this week can stay in this week.” I wanted more, but I wouldn’t get more from Aaron. I knew that.

I would give him what he wantedthe no-strings-attached situation he usually went for. It was stupid of me. I only set myself up for heartbreak, but we were both grownups, right?

If Aaron could manage his heart, and keep himself guarded enough to let things end quickly, then so could I.

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I wouldn’t get hurt because, unlike with Mike, I wasn’t waiting for a happily ever after.

Aaron smiled and dropped a kiss on my mouth without an answer.

I knew I was getting myself in troubleI already felt something for Aaron I wasn’t supposed to. I could keep it in check, though, right? This would just be a fling for a weeka winter fling with all this snowand when we went back home, everything would go back to normal. Nothing had to come of it, and no one had to get hurt.

I just had to guard my heart very carefully because if I looked into Aaron’s eyes, I could lose myself in them.