We grab a cab out of Del Posto’s, and we’re at the entrance of Aidan's apartment building in a matter of minutes. Well, it probably took a little longer than that, but time flies when you’re having fun.
“I hope you didn’t say all that just to get me alone,” I tease him as we step out of the cab. I’m pretty sure that he really meant every word of what he said, and that he intends to fuck me in a way I’ll never forget, but I just can’t help myself and stop teasing him.
“You’ll be the judge of that soon enough,” he merely says without even turning to look at me. We go straight for the elevator and, as the doors close, I start feeling so nervous that I have to grit my teeth in order to stop them from chattering. Calm down, Abby, you got this.
I’m looking at Aidan from the corner of my eyes, anxious to have him jump on me right here. But he just waits patiently as the elevator makes the climb upward, and he’s so relaxed that it just makes me more anxious about what’s going to happen. Really, how can he be so calm?
“You’d a think a romance writer wouldn’t get so nervous,” he says in a mocking tone without turning to me.
“Who says I’m nervous?” I shoot back, but my words sound as fake as plastic. Crap.
“Nobody. It’s plain as day,” he shrugs as the doors finally slide open. Thank God. “Come,” he says, taking his key out of his front pocket and sliding it inside the keyhole of one of the doors in the hallway. He steps to the side, waving me inside with a grin, and I walk inside his apartment.
I stop in the doorway, taken aback at what I see. I expected something… more normal. His apartment isn’t exactly big, but that’s not what has me this surprised anyway. Every piece of furniture looks high end and made of hardwood, a throwback to more cultured eras; the walls are lined with bookcases, and the books in there don’t look like they’re there just for show. From Stephen King and Bukowski to Eddie Cleveland, it seems that Aidan reads a lot—probably a lot more than I do. On the wall there’s a huge painting of small girls in Victorian dresses, and I somehow recall it from my times in college, a piece painted by some Spanish guy, Velazquez or something, from long ago.
I was expecting something minimalist, not this. A coffee table with fitness and car magazines piled up, and unwashed dishes in the sink. Maybe a few empty bottles of beer too. I mean, isn’t that how most single guys live? But Aidan’s place… Christ, it looks like a writer’s home. I can even imagine Hemingway, in all his ruggedness, setting up shop here.
“Surprised?” he asks me, closing the door behind us. I take two steps toward one of the bookcases, running my fingers over the neatly stacked books.
“I didn’t know you liked books,” I say, immediately feeling dumb at my own words.
“Yeah, I know how to read,” he snorts, “and I also know how to write.”
“I --”
“You thought I was just a pretty face? A piece of meat, right?” he asks me with a smile, grabbing me by the arms and turning me around. He takes one step forward, pinning me between the bookcase and his body. I hold my breath then, my eyes wandering down to his lips. Just kiss me already, I think to myself, but he just holds his position. Finally, he starts leaning in, but he stops just before his lips touch mine. He lets go of me and turns around, leaving me short of breath against the bookcase.
“That’s what you want people to think,” I breathe out, taking one step toward him. “I mean, it’s not like you act like a cultured human being. You just fuck your way into problems.”
Turning to me, he just grins and shrugs. “Geniuses are tortured souls, aren’t they? Most of them like to drown themselves in alcohol … I just drown myself in pussy. It’s healthier.”
“You’re so full of yourself. I bet you’re all talk,” I find the courage to grin back at him, and then I just take another step toward him. He closes the distance between us, and I stop dead in my tracks.
“Don’t act like you’re the main character in a book. This isn’t a book,” Aidan whispers, the corner of his lips curling into a mischievous smile.
“It isn’t,” I repeat, my chest rising and falling, as I start to breath hard. My heart is pounding so hard that I can barely hear Aidan’s voice. This isn’t a book, no—this is something far better.
“And I’m real. Very, very real,” he continues, taking his hand to my face and stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers. I close my eyes as I feel his touch, a burning sensation making its way from my heart to right between my thighs. Turning his hand around, he places one fingertip over my lips and then slides it over gently.
Taking his fingers off, he leans into me slowly, and my eyelids droop by instinct. I wait for the touch of his lips, but it doesn’t come right away; his mouth hovers over mine for a full second, and only then does he kiss me. His touch is soft and gentle, but when he finally parts his lips and runs his tongue over mine, I can feel a coiled hunger hiding in his movements.
“So…” I start, pulling back from him and gently pressing my forehead to his. “Are you going to show me how a real man should handle a woman?”
“Yes. But only if you can handle it,” he teases me, his grin widening.
“I can handle everything,” I shoot back, and he lays his hands on hips, curling his fingers as if they were hooks.
“We’ll see about that.”
All it takes is a heartbeat; with his hands on my waist, he forces me to turn around and face the wall. Pinning me there with his body, I support myself by lifting my arms over my head. He takes one hand around my waist, and then lowers it until it’s right over my crotch; he presses it over my pussy, bunching the front of my dress, and I let out a sudden gasp.
“Pay attention,” he whispers into my ear, his lips brushing against my skin as they move. “You might just become a better writer once we’re done.” His deep voice makes its way toward my brain like a fast acting drug, and I can tell you that, right now, writing is the last thing on my mind.
“Show me,” I say as I exhale sharply, and he presses harder on my pussy. I’m so wet that the fabric of my thong is completely drenched, and I feel my fluids starting to drip down my inner thighs. Flicking his wrist, he rubs my wetness with the tip of his fingers, and it doesn’t take long for my hard breathing to turn into a long sequence of soft moans.
Without a warning, he takes his hand out from between my legs. He moves up to my shoulders, grabbing at the straps of my dress; I lower my arms as he tugs on them, pulling my dress down until it’s all bunched up around my waist. Caressing the side of my body with his fingertips, he then traces the contour of my bra, his fingers sliding in a straight line over my shoulder blades until he finally finds what he’s looking for. He unhooks the clasp of my bra, and I sigh as I feel the cups drooping over my breasts, my nipples hardening and begging to be set free.
When he finally pulls the bra straps down my arms, my nipples are so hard they could cut through glass. Throwing my bra to the floor, he runs his hands up the side of my body once more, stretching his fingers wide and then cupping the lower curve of my tits. I close my eyes and chomp on my lower lip as he squeezes my soft mounds, the flesh molding to his fingers smoothly.
I press my forehead against the wall, breathing so hard that it feels like I’ve ran a marathon. There’s a pleasant buzz under my skin, waves of anticipation making my muscles tense up and readying my nerve endings for something new, wild, and exciting. We’ve barely started, and I can already tell that Aidan’s going to be one of the best fucks of my entire life.
There are some men—and they are a rare and dying breed—that can tell you how good they are with just one kiss. Aidan’s one of these men; the moment his lips touched mine I felt a blend of patience and hunger in the way he kissed me, and I realized immediately that he knows what he’s doing. He’s experienced, and so he doesn’t feel a need to rush through things; but, at the same time, there’s that wild hunger inside of him, a desire to just let go of everything and act on his urges furiously.
“They’re smooth,” he whispers, his fingers going over the curve of my breasts and brushing against my hard rosy tips. “I like that.” He squeezes both my breasts, harder this time, and I let out another sudden gasp. He pinches my right nipple between his thumb and index finger, applying the exact pressure necessary to make a wet mess out of me. It’s hard to believe, but foreplay with Aidan is better than sex with most men; most of them just want to stick their cock inside of me and get off, Aidan actually takes the time to savor every inch of my body. To appreciate it, delighting himself with every perfect imperfection.
There’s something very sensual about it and, as stupid as it may sound, it’s also very romantic. But maybe that’s just my romantic tendencies acting out; if you take one hard look at Aidan, he seems like he was designed to be the God of Sex, instead of the God of Romance. But oh, these things usually go hand-in-hand, don’t they?
“You’re thinking,” he tells me, pinching my nipple so hard that I cry out a bit. “You can’t think during sex,” he continues, finally easing up the pressure. “That’s sin number one. You’ve gotta shut down that mind of yours, Abby…”
“How?” I ask, but his reply doesn’t come in the form of words. He just lets go of my breasts and takes one hand to between my thighs again, this time sliding it under my dress and pressing it right against my drenched thong.
“Like this,” he whispers, and then flicks my thong to the side. I grit my teeth and shiver as he runs his index finger over the length of my pussy, his touch so soft and maddening that I can barely think straight. He was right; this really helps to shut down my conscious mind.
When his finger finally finds my clit, he starts circling it smoothly, and a subtle moan flies out from between my lips. Then, moving fast, he flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy. I let out another gasp and, as I do it, he parts my inner lips with one finger and starts pushing it in. Hissing through my gritted teeth, I feel my insides burning up as he pushes his finger all the way in.
Reaching for my clit with his thumb, he starts fingering me while rubbing there. I thrust back against him, eager to feel his body tightly pressed against mine, and my mind almost explodes as I feel his hard cock. Its shape fits right between my ass cheeks, and it’s even bigger than I imagined it would be. The moment I saw Aidan for the first time I realized immediately that he was special… When he kissed me, I finally had the proof. But now, feeling his monstrous cock pressed against my ass, I don’t even know how to start describing what I feel—and this coming from someone who describes things (cocks included) for a living.
I don’t have the time—or brainpower—to keep thinking about how huge his cock is. Aidan starts fingering me so fast that all conscious thought fades away. His thumb circles my clit at a frenetic rhythm, and I can already feel my pussy starting to tighten up around his index finger. Upping the ante, he slides one more finger inside of me and starts moving them both even faster. With my eyes still closed, I moan loud and hard, and then fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.
“OH! It’s so --” I trail off, a high voltage current making the climb up my spine and striking my brain in a matter of milliseconds. With my forehead still pressed against the wall, I thrust back against him once more, a violent wave of pleasure crashing against me. So far he has only used his fingers, and he has already given me an orgasm so good that I doubt most men would be able to compete, even if they used their cocks, fingers and mouth all the same time. That’s how good Aidan is.
“Good, isn’t it?” he says, his fingers still inside of me. “And this is only the warm up,” he continues, curling the two fingers he has inside of me like a hook, and pressing his fingertips against that hidden sweet spot.
“Oh God, oh God,” I breathe out, that wave of pleasure still lapping at me. He presses violently against my G-spot, still rubbing on my clit, and I just lose it. My heart is racing so fast it might just burst, and my brain is having a hard time processing the amount of pleasure I’m feeling right now.
“Come, baby, come for me,” he whispers into my ear, and that does it. My moaning turns into screaming, and vicious flames of ecstasy consume both my mind and body. I don’t even know if I’m still screaming; all I know is that my throat feels raw. My muscles are so tense that it feels like someone has poured concrete inside of my muscles, and they twitch so hard when pleasure hits them that I can almost hear my bones rattling. And he says this is only the warm-up! I already feel completely spent. I don’t think my body is ready for more, but I can’t give up now; I still need to find out what kind of things he can do with his cock.
Just thinking of the monstrosity dangling between his legs gives me a sudden boost, and I open my eyes. Slowly, he takes his fingers out from my pussy, and takes his hand up to my face. I smell the scent of my pussy, and that makes my knees grow weak; that’s when he brushes his fingers over my lips. He slides them inside my mouth gently, and I act on pure instinct: I suck on them, taking my own fluids inside my mouth.
“Delicious, isn’t it?” he asks as he takes his fingers out. I just smile, trying to look for the right words and not finding them. I can’t believe I let him do that. And something tells me that, before the night’s over, that I’m going to let him do many other things to me … and that sounds just right.
He takes a step back and I use the chance to turn on my heels. Facing him, I go on tiptoes and crush my mouth against his, using my tongue to part his lips. He does the same, our tongues dancing and wrestling against one another as I rest my hands on his waist.
“On your knees, Abby,” he tells me, pulling back from our kiss. The tone in his voice tells me that I have no other option but to do what he says, and so I oblige, going down until my knees are touching the floor of his apartment. “Time to see what you can do.”
I raise one hand and reach for his crotch hesitantly, my eyes widening as I stare at the thick shape straining under his pants. My God, how the hell is something so big going to fit inside my mouth? And I’m just talking about my mouth; I don’t even want to start thinking about the mechanics of having him inside my pussy. Oh, he’s going to ruin me for other men, that much is certain.
I bite on my lower lip as my fingers touch his cock. Moving slowly, I flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch, a pleasant warmness spreading from my hand to the rest of my body as I feel the steady pulse of his shaft. I curl my fingers around his shaft, my heart tightening inside my chest as I feel his thickness. How big is he? Twelve inches? Yeah, that must be it, and I might be lowballing it. I’ve never felt a cock as big as his, and I can barely wait to see what something so huge can do.
“Don’t tell me you’re surprised,” he asks me and, even though I’m not looking into his face, I can tell that he has a wide grin on his lips.
“It’s so… big,” I whisper, finally raising my head so that I can meet his eyes.
“And you still haven’t seen anything,” he says, softly running his fingers through my hair. Turning my attention back to his cock, I let go of it and take my hands to his belt. I unbuckle it and then take it out from its loops, allowing it to slip from my fingers and onto the floor. Carefully, I undo the top button on his pants and then pull his zipper down; his cock pushes back against his dark boxer briefs, hitting my hand, and my heart skips a beat as I feel it.
I press my hand against it but, at the same time, I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs. I pull them down inch by inch, and then I hold my breath as the fabric goes over his shaft. His cock springs free in half a heartbeat, and I can’t help but let my jaw hang open as I finally see his cock.
There’s a hint of pre-cum glistening on its tip, but the first thought that crossed my mind is a simple one: he’s gigantic. And that’s putting it lightly. His cock is so thick that I’ll probably have to use both my hands just to grab it, and I have no idea how it’s going to fit inside me. And it’s length, oh God. I seriously doubt that, if I somehow manage to fit his cock inside of my mouth, that I’ll be able to get his entire shaft in.
“Go on,” he says, and I finally reach for his cock with both of my hands, curling my fingers around his shaft. Without even blinking, I start moving my hands up and down, stroking him. I peel one hand off his shaft, and I take it down to his balls, cupping them and feeling their weight against the palm of my hand. Even his balls are huge, almost the size of tennis balls—and heavier. It seems that everything in Aidan is plus sized.
Anxiety spreads its wings inside of me, but I just push it off to the back of my mind and start leaning in. I part my lips right before I touch the tip of his cock and, using only the tip of my tongue, I touch him and let his raw flavor inundate me at once. Delicious? That doesn’t even begin to describe it. He tastes like power and dominance, the salty flavor of a rare breed of men. I write my male characters as idealized versions of men, but Aidan makes even fictional characters pale in comparison.
“Delicious,” I purr at him, looking up. He smiles, tangling his fingers in my hair, and I open my mouth and go down. Wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, I close my eyes and let his raw flavor blanket my mind. Without even thinking if it’s possible or not, I start rolling my lips down his shaft, pushing myself to go deeper than I’ve ever gone before.
I stop when I feel its tip pressed against the back of my throat, but Aidan doesn't’ allow me to go back. With his hands on my head, he holds me in place, and I have no other option but to push through. I go as deep as I can, this time only stopping when I feel my lips touching the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I open my eyes, surprised that I somehow managed to fit his whole cock inside of my mouth. Seriously, this is a miracle.
“Good girl,” he says in an amused tone, “seems like you know what you’re doing.” He eases the pressure of his fingers on my head, and I slide his cock out of my mouth, taking a deep breath and realizing that my jaw is burning from the effort.
Grinning wildly, I grab his cock and angle it down, pointing it straight at my mouth. I lunge at him, opening my mouth as much as I can and allowing his cock to roll over my tongue. Wasting no time, I start to bob my head back and forth as fast I can, my lips on his shaft making a maddening wet sound.
My hand is still wrapped around his cock, so I’m stroking him while sucking, my hand and mouth working in unison. He still has his fingers tangled in my hair, but he’s only feeling the sway of my head and not dictating the pace; I guess that means he’s actually enjoying it. I do know what I’m doing, but with a man like Aidan you gotta wonder… He’s probably been with so many women that only the best satisfies him. He’s a connoisseur of women.
“I love your tight mouth,” he groans, derailing my train of thought. “I can’t wait to see how tight your pussy is too.”
“Then why don’t you take it?” I ask him, taking his cock out of my mouth and looking up at him with a lewd grin. Without saying a word, he curls his fingers around my wrist and pulls me up to my feet. Moving fast, he grabs the bunched up dress around my waist and pushes it down my legs. I’m almost about to bend over to take my high heels off when he stops me.
“No, these stay on,” he says, and then pushes me back until my ass is against his couch. Hooking his fingers on my hips, he makes me turn around and I grab at the edge of the couch to support myself, thrusting my ass back at him by instinct.
I feel his cock right between my ass cheeks again, but this time there’s just my thong between us, and I have a feeling that my thong is about to come off as well. Breathing in, I start moving my hips up and down and from side to side, grinding against Aidan’s cock in complete abandonment. His thickness pulses against my flesh harshly, and I tremble as I imagine it sliding past my soaked folds, stretching me wide enough to break me in half.
“I want you…” I whisper, the words coming out of my mouth in a torrent, a thick layer of lust covering them.
“Say it then,” he replies in a single breath. “What do you want me for, Abby? Say it.”
“I… I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, and just saying it makes me even wetter. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I continue, and it sounds like a confession. Since the first time I laid eyes on him that I wanted to see how hard he could fuck me. I guess I’m about to find out.
“That’s good, because I also want to fuck you as hard as I can,” he shoots back, grabbing at the string of fabric lacing my waist, and tugging my thong down my legs. I bite my lips as I feel the fabric sliding out from between my ass cheeks, and I suddenly feel naked and exposed—and, screw it, it feels amazing.
I close my eyes as, grabbing his cock, he starts brushing it up and down the length of my ass crack. Driven insane by lust, I thrust back against him once more, swaying my hips wildly and grinding his thickness. I can’t wait to have him inside of me, and it looks like he has read my mind; taking a step back, he pushes his cock down and slides it right between my thighs, its tip against my drenched folds.
“Do it,” I say, but he remains frozen in place, his hands now back on my hips.
“I want to hear you beg,” he tells me, and the anticipation inside of me grows so much that I almost stop breathing.
“Please, Aidan, just fuck me. Please,” I beg, surrendering. Whatever he tells me to do, if that means I’ll get to experience his cock inside of my pussy, I’ll do it. No questions asked. “Please, I’ll do anything,” I repeat, just for good measure.
“I’ll remember that,” he whispers, and I know that he’ll really remember it. I’ve made a deal with the devil just now, and I have no regrets. Holding his end of the bargain, Aidan digs his fingertips into my hips and then thrusts.
For a fraction of a second, I feel nothing as his cock slides inside of me. Then it hits me all at once; it’s as if his flesh is made of fire, and his shaft is burning everything on the way in. My nerve endings feel as if they’ve been scorched, and I open my mouth to speak but not words come out.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his cock throbbing inside of me. I wince as I feel his shaft move, his cock so thick that I can even feel his pulse inside of me. I still don’t know how in the world he managed to slide his cock inside my pussy, but I don’t care. All that matters now is that the warm-up is done: it’s time we move on to real business.
“This is going to be fun,” he says as he slides his cock out until only its tip is in me. Thrusting hard right from the start, he builds up the rhythm in a matter of seconds. My eyes are still closed, and I don’t think I could force my eyelids up even if I tried; my mouth’s hanging open, and soft short breaths are falling out from between my lips.
“It’s… so… good… so… fucking… good…” I moan between breaths, curling my fingers so tightly around the edge of the couch that my knuckles have turned white. The sound of his thighs hitting my ass fill his whole living room, and that’s the only sound my brain can process right now.
“We’re just starting,” he tells me, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks and thrusting so hard that I almost tumble over the edge of the couch. He keeps on thrusting like that, mercilessly, my body swaying back and forth as his cock goes in and out of me.
“Harder,” I find myself saying, and I almost laugh at my own stupidity. Harder? If he fucks me any harder than this, he’ll have to carry me out of his apartment in a wheelchair. But, instead of dismissing what I just said, he fulfills my request; grabbing me by the hips, he slams his body into mine, his cock stabbing my insides repeatedly.
My moans turn into one violent scream, my vocal chords working to exhaustion as the sound of my voice explodes in the air. Every single muscle in my body is tensing up like wire, and it feels like someone doused me in gasoline and then lit a match.
“Oh God!” I cry out, one lone tear streaming down my face as shards of pleasure prickle my muscles from the inside out. “I’m going to --” I start to say, but I don’t finish my sentence. Before that happens, a violent shiver goes up my spine and explodes in my brain. My muscles start to spasm and, losing all of the strength in my limbs, I bend over the couch and just hang there by my stomach as I come my brains out.
He keeps on thrusting as scream after scream leaves my throat, my voice growing raspy with each passing second. By the time he starts easing up his pace, I’m a quivering mess. He slides his cock out of my pussy and, somehow, I find enough strength in my arms to push myself up to my feet. What the hell was that? That wasn’t sex, that was… Something else entirely. Something better.
“You were telling the truth… I’m not going to forget this anytime soon,” I whisper as I turn around to meet his gaze.
“You’re an easy woman to please,” he grins. “There’s a whole lot more to show you,” he says, lowering his voice until it becomes a whisper. More? MORE? Oh God, have mercy on me.
“Then show me,” I say, and he takes one step toward me and picks me up from the floor, carrying my limp body in his arms, the ropes of muscles in his arms bulging. He walks across the living room and takes me to a closed door; he pushes it open with his shoulder, and I feel my insides clenching as I see the king-size bed dominating his bedroom.
He lays me down on the mattress and I just lie there, looking up at him as if it’s the first time I’m seeing him. Who is he, really? I thought that he was just another asshole too full of himself because he has abs, a pronounced chin, and a cock big enough to play baseball with. And, yeah, he’s all these things, but there’s more to him than meets the eye.
“There you are, thinking again,” he tells me, and I smile at his words.
“Make me stop then,” I say, reaching for his cock and curling my fingers around it. I start stroking him right away, but he just grabs my wrist and forces me to stop. I peel my fingers off of his shaft as he climbs on top of the bed and between my legs. Placing his hands on my knees, he spreads my legs wide and then pushes me on my shoulders until I’m lying down, and he’s on top of me.
Grabbing his cock by the root, he guides it home; I tremble slightly as I feel its tip once again over my pussy lips, and I cross my legs on his lower back as he starts sliding it in. He drives his cock as deep as he can, and I let out a rough scream as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive length. It’s hard to wrap my mind around how big he is—well, my mind and my fingers. Even the characters in my books don’t have cocks like these.
“Oh, fuck, this is so good,” I say, making a mighty effort to open my eyelids. I look into his eyes, grinning as he rocks his body against mine. His cock goes in and out of me like a piston, and I keep my legs laced on his back just in case he wants to run away.
“You shouldn’t be surprised,” he tells me, smiling, and I notice a few drops of sweat glistening on his forehead. “I always mean what I say.” Well, I guess he’s right about that; he told me he’d show me a good fucking, and here I am now, having the best sex of my entire life.
My eyelids droop again as I feel that electric feeling raging inside me again; I take my fingers to his shoulder blades and, clawing at his hard muscles, I grit my teeth and prepare for what’s coming. That feeling rises from my pussy and travels all the way up to my brain, moving slowly and burning everything on the way up. It feels like there are a thousand needles prickling my skin, and all I want to do is scream until my vocal chords just give up and snap.
“Fuck,” I exhale, throwing my head back and rake my fingernails across his back hard enough to draw blood. I arch my back, fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids, and I scream loud enough to shatter glass. I keep on screaming as my pussy becomes tighter and tighter around his cock, my inner lips acting like a vice. Still, he keeps on pistoning into me until my voice becomes weaker than a faint breeze, my whole body suddenly becoming limp.
I collapse on top of the mattress, limbs sprawled to the side, and Aidan finally stops. He kneels between my legs, a devious grin on his face, and he looks into my eyes.
“How’s that for inspiration?” he asks me, and a weak smile dances on my lips. It might sound corny as hell, but after being with Aidan I think that my sex scenes are going to become way better than they've ever been.
“I definitely feel inspired,” I laugh gently, propping myself up on one elbow and reaching for his cock with one hand. Grabbing his thick shaft, I take a deep breath and then I start stroking him, my hand flying up and down over his length.
“Looks like it,” he groans, closing his eyes as I start moving even faster. Using my free hand, I cup both his balls and caress them, feeling them heavy and ready to unleash hell on me, which sounds exactly like what I want to happen.
“Come,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. “Come for me. Come over me,” I clarify, grinning like a madwoman. I don’t know if my words strike a chord, or if it’d happen anyway, but his cock spasms harshly against my fingers. Two mores strokes and his whole body tenses up, the deep lines between his abs becoming more pronounced as every muscle in his body seems to bulge.
“Fuck,” he groans again, a long strand of thick cum gushing out from the tip of his cock and hitting me right between my breasts. I keep on stroking him as he comes, and he unleashes a fountain of semen over my naked skin.
“Yes, that’s it,” I moan as I feel his juices dripping down my skin and making their way to between my thighs. Hell bent on stroking him until he’s done, I can’t stop myself from being amazed at the ungodly amount of cum he seems to hold inside his body. He gushes it into me like a fountain, painting me in white, and I feel my skin prickling as I feel his gooey strands coating my skin.
“Fuck,” he repeats, his cock spasming one final time against my fingers. A few drops drip from its tip and go over my knuckles, and I finally let go of his cock. I throw myself back, falling on top of the mattress and feeling completely exhausted. I’m breathing hard, looking up at the ceiling as my lungs strain against my ribcage, working tirelessly to make me feel like a regular human being again.
But he isn’t done. Not yet.
I look down my body as I feel his touch on my pussy, and my mind almost explodes as I see him with his head right between my thighs, his lips wrapped around my drenched folds. He uses his tongue to scoop whatever cum has made its way down there, and then he runs it up, licking my cum-coated skin. He comes up all the way to between my tits, and then takes a detour to my right nipple. Sucking on it, he circles my rosy tip once and then twice, and then moves back to my left one.
I pant as I feel the wet tip of his tongue on mine, suddenly feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I can’t believe we’re doing this. By the time he traces the contour of my chin with his tongue, my lips are already parted and waiting for his kiss.
I tremble as I feel his lips on mine, the salty flavor of his cum flooding me. Pushing my tongue inside his mouth, I use it to wrestle against his, strands of cum dripping from his mouth and into mine. When I pull back from his kiss, my heart skips a beat as I notice the cum glistening in his lips. Is this really happening? Maybe I’m asleep and this is just a dream. But no, the soreness in my muscles tells me that this is very real.
Finally down, Aidan sighs loudly and rolls to the side, lying down on the mattress by my side. We just lay there, catching our breath and staring up at the ceiling as time passes us by.
Maybe this project with Aidan is exactly what I need to get back up on my feet. Or down on my knees; I’m not sure if after this I’ll be able to focus for the necessary amount of time to get some writing done.
Aidan