THREE
Aaron flicked on the light of the wine room, and he and Macy stepped inside. He closed the door behind them, and Macy looked about at all the shelves and racks filled with bottles of what was surely a collection of the priciest vintages that could be found anywhere in New York City if not the world. It was a place as elegant and immaculately kept as the rest of the penthouse—but Macy tilted her head and arched one eyebrow curiously, looking for anything out of the ordinary that would not necessarily be found in the midst of a wine collection. She saw nothing unusual in the room at all.
“So, what is it?” she asked, turning around to face him. “Some special vintage that no one else has, that you managed to acquire just for yourself? Some rare bottle? What?”
“This,” said Aaron. And to Macy’s total, dizzying astonishment, he gathered her up in his arms and took her in a kiss that was enough to ferment grapes all by itself. Her eyes widened at the sudden and wholly unexpected feeling of their lips coming together, then closed like flowers at dusk at the equally unprepared-for sensation of his tongue, sweetened with dessert, slipping into her mouth. He held her close, one arm around her shoulders and the other around the small of her back, and kissed her with everything that his words and actions had suggested all evening.
To Macy’s further surprise—and perhaps her greatest surprise of all—she did not resist. He was too spectacularly, beautifully male, and there was too much rapture in that kiss. She found she could not try to pull away. She found she did not want to pull away. She found he was only kissing her more deeply, and her only resistance was to the idea of stopping him.
At the end of that long, deep dizziness, he softly parted from her while keeping her in his arms. “There,” he said. “That.”
“That had nothing to do with wine,” Macy said.
“No,” he told her. “That was what I’d been wanting to get a taste of all night. That’s what I want you to stay after the party for. For starters.”
“For starters?” Macy said.
“Yeah,” Aaron said. “That and more.”
And before Macy could utter another word, he was upon her with another kiss, with all the mind-spinning sweetness of the first. This time, Macy could not help herself. She let her hands slip up his back and her arms embrace him, giving herself into this further expression of his intentions.
At the end of this kiss, with Aaron’s face hovering near hers and promising yet another, Macy managed to say, “That’s…plenty.”
“You haven’t seen plenty yet,” Aaron said, pulling her into another kiss that made Macy feel as if her legs were made of cake frosting. And with smooth and sure motions, Aaron swung them around and a few steps away, to a little space between the door and one of the wine shelves, and backed her up against the wall.
The next seconds passed with panting, hot kisses between them, Aaron taking his lips to her lips and her cheek and her chin and her neck. Macy was glad, in a way, that he was wearing a mock turtleneck instead of a collared shirt and tie. It made it easier for her to clutch at the thick cords of his neck while his lips worked his will on her. And then, she realized what his hands were doing.
With a little gasp in mid-kiss, Macy reacted to Aaron pulling up the hem of her dress over her hips. Wide-eyed, she said, “Aaron, what are you doing?”
“What do you think?” he asked, now slipping his hands under the hem that he had pulled up and going for her panties.
Macy trembled at the feeling, both shocking and exhilarating, of Aaron’s fingers probing under her lingerie. Her voice shook with her question: “Here? Now?”
“Yes,” he said, sucking and licking at her lips. “Right here. Right now.”
Macy trembled again and shut her eyes as his fingers found where they wanted to go, stroking and teasing at her muff, turning her decidedly moist down below. It was all she could do to say, “Ooohhh…”
“Oh, yeah,” he said. And her heart jumped a little inside her bosom when he pulled her panties down over her thighs, then let his fingers travel to the most intimate place of all. He stroked at the curtains of her opening and let his fingertips turn slick from what he was doing to her. “Oh, yeah, you’re good and wet…”
Aaron had effortlessly taken Macy to a place where it was all she could do to breathe. Not move, just breathe. And she remained so as he pulled her panties down lower, and stooped down to get them past her knees and down to her ankles. He pulled them over her feet, and she instinctively stepped up first one foot and then the other to let him get them off her altogether. Quickly, he stood back up, tucking her undergarment into his jacket pocket—and went for his belt buckle.
Filled with wonder, disbelief, and anticipation, Macy watched Aaron undo his belt and the button of his trousers, and then with one swift, sure move, take down his trousers and his very short briefs, exposing the dragon’s dragon. It was the longest, thickest, most amply foreskinned one she had ever seen. It was a monster—a fabulous, fantastic monster of throbbing, manly flesh. The head crowned from the hood of the foreskin and emitted a bead of male sap. The beast at his loins was hard, and it was ready.
“There’s what I wanted you to see,” he said lustily. “I’ve been wanting to put my dick in you all night. I can’t wait; I’ve got to screw you right now.”
Macy forced her eyes to roll up from the immensity between his legs to the burning desire in his eyes. She gulped. “Right now? Right here, just like this?”
“Haven’t you ever let a man stick it in you on the first date?”
She was paralyzed with a mix of disbelief and arousal. “I-I-I have,” she stammered. “But…but…”
“But what?” He stroked his monster, moving in closer, on the brink of deploying it.
“Not like this! In the middle of a party, with dozens of people right in the next room!”
“They didn’t miss us when we stepped away for the tour of the place. They won’t miss us for the time it takes me to get my dick inside you and shoot my load.” He kissed her to emphasize the point. “It’ll be fine. They know whose party this is. They know how dragon men are, what we do. Don’t you?” With his face right at hers, his breath was hot on her skin. Macy held still. He had her right where he wanted her—or perhaps the other way around.
“Oh my God…” Macy exhaled helplessly.
Aaron put a hand between her thighs and whispered, “Hold that thought. Open wider.” He brushed his fingers against her now thoroughly wet folds, and she quivered, suddenly capable of movement again. Taking his meaning, she spread her legs a little more. With that one hand, Aaron parted the petals of her lady part, widening her passage, and with the other, he maneuvered the bludgeon of veined flesh between his own legs into place. Macy grasped his shoulders and prepared to receive him. He pressed his loins in on her, and with a swift, deep stroke, he moved his maleness all the way into her. His kiss muffled the moan that she gave in response.
What followed was the most savage and spontaneous screwing that Macy had ever received. If they were lying down on the bed, the lusting force of Aaron’s banging her would have shaken the post and frame. The pleasure was so intense and all-consuming that Macy clutched at him to hold herself up and stop herself from sliding down the wall and passing out. In between his wet and torrid kisses, she nearly sobbed, “Oh my God…oh my God, oh my God…”
“Yes,” Aaron grunted like an animal in heat. “Oh yes… You’re good. Tight and wet around my dick, just like I wanted.” He sucked and slurped at her lips and hammered his length of hard wood in and out of her. “Isn’t this good? Don’t you love this big dick in you?”
A further whimper of “Oh, God…” was the only response Macy could muster. She kissed him back, her mind reeling from the insane pleasure pumping and thundering in her womanhood.
“Grab my ass,” he grunted on, pumping her with an urgent, steady beat, filling the two of them with the mad sensation of his incredibly hard length and thickness plunging in and out of her tight, wet channel. “I love a woman’s hands on my ass while I’m f…ing her.”
Totally captured now by the frenzied and exquisitely delicious act that Aaron was doing to her, Macy was all too eager to feel that other part of him. She immediately took her hands to the hard, heaving flesh of the cheeks of his exposed butt and gave them a squeeze. He tore his lips wetly from hers and gave a furious, roaring noise in response. “Uuuhhh…! Damn, yes! Hell yes! Squeeze that f…ing ass! Uuuhhh…”
Macy was gone now. He had claimed her quickly and totally. She groped the hardness of his bottom while receiving the hardness of his erection, and pushed herself against him, her body crying out for more. He gave it to her relentlessly, diving his face onto her neck and kissing and biting at it, the sounds of his grunts mingling with her moans even as their loins crashed together with the force of his thrusting. His tool driving hard, fast, and deep into her turned the two of them into a single, carnal mass. Macy had no coherent voice anymore. Her nervousness and fear were gone. There was nothing now but the feverish pleasure of Aaron beating his meat in and out of her. He was ferocious. He was wonderful beyond words. Every hard, slamming thrust of his tool in her wetness made her want more. A howling voice inside her head begged, Don’t stop… Oh, don’t stop…
Aaron neither stopped nor slowed—until his next move shocked and thrilled Macy so that she almost screamed. He rammed his meat hard and deep into her and held it there, impaling her on his shaft. She leaned her head back, a rumble of sensual thunder raging through her body at the feeling of his sex locked all the way inside hers. She clutched at his buttocks and dug her fingernails into his muscular flesh, and he bellowed, “OH, F… YES! UUUHHH…!” And he drove the pleasure home all the more by holding himself in her and grinding his crotch against her mound, making her claw desperately at his buttocks. “Oh, damn, that’s good,” he panted at her. “Oh yeah, you know how to take a dick. Yes…take that f…ing dick…”
She did. Macy was totally, utterly possessed by the way Aaron was screwing her. She surrendered and accepted him completely. He returned to drilling her hard and fast, and she took in every thrust, her entire being crying out for everything he could give her. On top of everything else about him, his absolute male perfection, the thing he was pumping in her was so huge and felt so unbelievably wonderful, it would have been a sin to do anything but let his furious screwing take her over completely. Now, her lips sought his, and Aaron gave himself into their kiss as the two of them gave themselves into his furious banging. He was speeding up now, and Macy could tell he was approaching his moment.
Confirming the sensation, Aaron groaned into her mouth, “I’m gonna come… I’m gonna cream right in you, Macy… I’m gonna fill you up…”
She kissed him, urging him on, squeezing at his buttocks, her whole body drinking in the beats of his erection inside her. She panted along with him, as ready for him as she had ever been for anything in her life, and pushed back against his thrusts, taking him all the way to the balls, telling him how much she wanted what he said he’d do.
At one final grunt, he slammed his meat hard inside her and held it there again. Macy whimpered back, holding his buttocks tight. The sound of him rumbling out, “I’m coming!” reverberated into her soul. He pressed his crotch hard against her mound and let himself go. Macy felt a throbbing down the length of his tool and into the head of it, and an unfolding hotness into her depths, the sure signs of his orgasm. She gave a long whimper of satisfaction, utterly delighted at what she knew was the outpouring of his seed inside her. It felt euphoric, blissful, as if it were melting the world away around them.
Aaron’s tool took a little while to soften, and he kept it inside her every possible second, pumping her not hard and savagely but slowly, sweetly, while kissing her lips more tenderly than the way they’d started. She returned his kisses, and her grasping and clawing at his butt cheeks turned to a slow and tender caress. This moment of post-orgasm lingered until he was finally too soft to go on, and he pulled himself out. Flaccid and hanging now, his tool went from being a driving piston to a long, soft hose, dripping with what he had poured into Macy’s womb. Sucking at her lips, he softly said, “That was so f…ing good. That was just the birthday present I wanted.”
“Mmm,” Macy said, welcoming his kiss. “Happy birthday.”
He strummed at the lips of her sex, now soaked and slick from what he’d done to her and the creamy man-custard now leaking from it. “It’ll be even happier,” he said, “if you stay after the party. In my bed. All night. What do you say?”
She nodded dreamily and said, “Yes.”
He took just one small step away from her, enough for her to look down and see how large his meat was, even when flaccid. “Good. Because I want a lot more of what I just got. I want us out of these f…ing clothes. I want your tits and your ass and all of you.”
Macy looked into his desiring, lusting, unbelievably handsome face, and simply exhaled and nodded at him.
“Did you come?” Aaron asked.
“Almost,” she replied softly.
“We’ll fix that in bed, I promise,” he said. “I’ll make sure you get there. Plenty.”
She nodded again, adding a little smile of anticipation.
Macy felt a little death inside, a little pang of mourning, watching him pull up his briefs and trousers and imprison his mighty beast inside them again. Having had him in her, she wanted so much more. She wanted the party to be over now.
Aaron took her panties from his jacket pocket and said, “Allow me.” And he dropped to one knee, as if offering her a bouquet of flowers, to slip her undergarment back onto her.
Once their clothing was back in place, Aaron took Macy in his arms again and kissed her, a long, slow kiss, a kiss of continued promise. “I’m looking forward to unwrapping my birthday present completely,” he said. “And being naked on top of you.” He kissed her again. “You are so getting yourself f…ed tonight, Macy Jacobs.”
“Good,” she sighed at him.
Quite reluctantly, they exited the wine room where they had gotten themselves so besotted and intoxicated without drinking a single drop, and rejoined the party.
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Just as Aaron had said, the guests gradually began to trickle away after midnight. Sometime after two in the morning, Macy stood at the big window on the far side of the living room in a now quiet penthouse, while Aaron said his good-nights to the last of them. She stared out into the lights of the city outside, lost in her thoughts of what she had not been able to stop herself from letting Aaron do in the wine room. Macy was by no means an inexperienced innocent. She had had her share of lovers and even her share of casual flings and one-nighters. But not even in her college days had she slipped out of a party with someone into an unoccupied room for a spontaneous shag. It was so risqué and ribald, so wanton and wicked, so sneaky and clandestine.
And so indescribably wonderful.
Macy made a face like the Mona Lisa, standing there in the window, thinking of everything that Aaron had promised her when his birthday celebration was through. What he promised, he would deliver, of that she had no doubt at all. She heard the distant sound of a door closing. The cater-waitstaff had efficiently cleared the place and let themselves out. There was no one there with her now but the owner of the muffled footfalls on the carpet, coming across the living room, drawing nearer. She turned a bit to see over her shoulder, and there was Aaron, smiling a smile full of sex, climbing up the few stairs from the living room to the landing where the big window—and Macy—were.
An arm’s length from her now, Aaron held out his hand to her. “Now…for the after-party we were talking about earlier.”
She kept her Mona Lisa look and put her hand in his, and together they climbed the steps.
The master bedroom suite, which they had passed earlier but had not gone inside, was a very spacious one-room apartment with its own bath within the penthouse. Macy’s dress was draped over the back of a chair, her shoes on the floor beside it. Aaron’s cast-off clothing lay in a trail between there and the larger than king-size bed, and by the side of the bed lay Macy’s bra and panties.
Macy herself lay on her back in the middle of the bed with Aaron on top of her and her legs wrapped around him. Aaron drilled her lying down naked with the same pounding intensity as he’d done it standing up in the wine room.
Her senses, every bit of her awareness, were filled with Aaron’s body: his hot breath against her cheeks and shoulders, his grunts and curses of ecstasy while furiously pumping his piston deep into her, the press of his weight and the flexing and releasing of his spectacular muscles. Ricocheting across Macy’s mind was the sight of watching him make himself naked while she lay on the bed awaiting him. She relived seeing him peel off his turtleneck and expose a torso with pec and ab muscles cut deep enough that she could imagine the sound of them being chiseled into his body, and arms that looked as if he could bend steel like the movie superheroes to which she had compared him earlier. Then, off came his shoes and socks, and then his slacks and briefs. At once, his massive, erect pole fell free between legs so muscular, she could see him leaping from the street over his penthouse in a single bound. Aaron climbed onto the bed with her and seemed to have her bra and panties off faster than she could think it. He sat on his knees on the mattress and commanded her, “Come here and blow the birthday boy’s candle.”
She did just that, happy to be offered what she’d had inside her a few hours ago, eager to have once again what she’d spent these past hours thinking about. Macy curled up against Aaron, resting her head on his lap as if it were a pillow. She took the pulsing root of their mutual desire first in her hand, where it felt almost like a long, hot piece of coal; then, she quenched the heat while stoking the flame of her desire by taking two-thirds of it into her mouth with one long swallow that made him throw back his head and rumble forth a loud curse of approval. “Suck that thing!” he cried. “F… yes! Suck that f…ing thing!”
Macy happily obliged him, for his thing was as delicious as it was hot and hard. She held it in her mouth the way he had held it in her tight passage downstairs in the wine room, savoring its taste and making the magnificent musculature of his body seem to vibrate. Aaron made feverish, delirious noises, sitting there on his knees with her head in his lap and more than half of his piece in her mouth. Shaking all over, Aaron began to play with his own nipples, pulling and squeezing at them with his head hanging back and his eyes shut, finding them as hard as his tool. Then, he began to gasp forth with moans at the feeling of Macy pulling back with her mouth, and his hard-on sliding over her tongue, before she pushed forward again and swallowed the same amount of his length. He lowered his head to watch her, and brushed aside her hair as she worked on him. “Oh yeah…yeah, suck it,” he breathed at her. “Suck it good. God, that is so f…ing good…”
Aaron let her go on that way, feasting on what was without a doubt the most delectable thing she’d partaken of this evening. Macy thought he had indeed proven to be the perfect host; the perfect, horny host. His piece was so thick, she was stretching her jaws as wide as they would go to take it all in, and so long that the tip of it was reaching the back of her throat and she wasn’t even swallowing it all. She felt a delicious shuddering in her loins at the knowledge of what the thing in her mouth would soon be doing to her down there.
He put his hand on her cheek and slipped his rod from her mouth. “You look so f…ing sexy, sucking me like that,” he said. “But here, do it like this now…” He leaned back and put his head down on the pillows and spread his wondrous nakedness out before her, taking his root by the base and holding it up to her. Macy lifted his massive leg and lay down, setting his leg back on top of her, tucking herself beneath the mighty trunk of his thigh. Lowering her face to his crotch, she licked and swirled her tongue around the head of his bludgeon of flesh, making it give forth another bead of male nectar which she licked up. Aaron moved his tender crown back and forth across her lips as if he were painting them, then he slipped it between her lips and let Macy take his length back into her mouth.
With one of Aaron’s legs surrounding her and the other spread out at an angle on the bed, Macy had full access to both his shaft and his sac, and she took full advantage of it. She sucked all that she could of his erection without gagging, while taking her fingertips to his most sensitive man-parts in their pouch of delectable, warm skin. She took utter delight at having his huge maleness in her mouth and sliding up and down on it with her lips and tongue; no matter that it would make her jaws ache later, this pleasure was more than worth the little bit of discomfort she’d have, and she would more than appreciate how she got it. Sounding as if he were in a sexual trance, Aaron called down to her, “Suck my balls. Lick my balls, suck ‘em…” Macy more than happily complied. His entire sac, like his staff, was too large to get in her mouth all at once. Remembering the moist feeling she’d had in her panties all night after emerging from the wine room, she knew how much white male syrup his testes could produce. It excited her to know he would soon be filling her depths from these big, succulent berries again. She licked them round and round with her tongue and filled her mouth with them, one after the other, feeling him squirm on the bed with what she was doing to him.
“Suck my dick some more,” Aaron groaned. Macy did not obey—at first. She first returned her attention to his man-club by swirling her tongue around the base of it that she wasn’t able to swallow because of his massive size. He made an incoherent sound as if she were torturing him with pleasure, which encouraged her to do now as he had asked and move her mouth down over the pulsing pillar of his erection. She sucked him again as deeply as she did before, making him clutch at his nipples again with eyes shut tightly. “Damn, you can suck that thing!” Aaron gasped madly.
He lay there, prone on the bed with one leg wrapped around Macy, until finally the urgency in his tool was too much for him. He reared up on his elbows and said, “Bring your beautiful ass up here, and let me stick it in you again.”
Macy let him slip from her mouth with a smile. His tool came out as stiff as steel and slapped wetly against her face. She giggled a bit, imagining it making a “sproing!” sound when it emerged. She looked up into his totally lascivious expression and climbed back up the bed, lying down beside him and parting her thighs to welcome him. In a flash, Aaron was on top of her and eased his slippery hardness into her yielding pink wetness, fusing them together. They moaned as one with the rapture of his pole going into her all the way to his balls, and he bore down on her and began to hump her, pumping deep and hard.
Which brought Macy back to where she was: lying under Aaron and letting him screw the living daylights out of her. She had never felt anything in her life to compare with his body pressing her down on the bed and his hard-pumping piston working his sweetly beautiful lust inside her. It was a truly epic screwing he was giving her, a screwing that made her slide her hands up and down his back and over his shoulders and neck and tighten her thighs around his hips, begging him to stay on top of her and move in and out of her just the way he was doing forever. “You like this big dick in you, don’t you?” Aaron grunted into her mouth. To her wordless moaning of ecstasy, he groaned, “Yeah, you like that. You’re so tight, I love sticking it in you. Yeah, I love sticking my dick in there. That’s so f…ing good. Take that dick, that’s it… Take it…ooohhh, yeah…”
Macy’s world melted into a dream of raw sex. Aaron plundered her with his hardness, hammered her with his hairy crotch, crushed her with his weight and muscles. He possessed her with his body. She wondered if she would even be able to move when this all-surpassing sex was done. If she couldn’t, she had no doubt that when he took her again, he would simply move her arms and legs to where he wanted them when he mounted her again. And again…and again…
“I’m gonna come again,” he said, hissing like the dragon that he was inside. “I’m gonna give you another load. Oh, yeah, I’m getting close. I’m gonna shoot another big load in you…” A thrilling feeling raced through Macy, snapping her out of her delirium, focusing her feelings into readiness for when the moment struck him again. In another few dozen strokes, it happened. He beat himself inside her as if his tool were a weapon of the gods, and again there was the most urgent throbbing from his shaft and the burst of warmth deep, deep inside her. Aaron held himself in her that way, pouring out from his blunt and throbbing tip what Macy knew was another torrential flood of seed. She locked her hips around him, telling him with her body to keep their bodies together for as long as he could. He was a long time pulling out. They both wept a little inside at the feeling of his softness slipping from Macy’s passage. But Aaron was not finished yet.
Panting, moaning, Aaron kissed his way down Macy’s body, his tongue lingering at her breasts and circling wetly around first one of her nipples, then the other. He sucked her nipples deeply, making her spasm with shocks of electric pleasure, then continued raining kisses on her in a sensuous path along her stomach and abdomen. When he reached her pubis, he rubbed his nose in her thatch of dark hair, inhaling the mixed scent of her womanhood and his maleness. Then, he moved down beneath her muff and parted the fleshy petals that lay there with his slippery whiteness already oozing from between them like the filling in some sexual confection. Aaron brought his tongue forward and inward to find the pulpy sensitivity that was the center of Macy’s pleasure, and began to flick and lick at it. She responded instantly. She twitched her body and arched her back rhythmically along with the strokes of his tongue on her buzzer of woman-flesh. He brought her higher and higher with every stroke, until at last she pushed her sex into his face and exploded inside. Her orgasm was a shock wave of euphoria that rolled through her body. She cried out, clutching at the bedspread and pillows, as if her limbs would fly from her body at this upheaval of pleasure. Then her body stilled itself, coming to a purged and utterly satisfied rest, and she drank in the sensations of Aaron licking and kissing her lower lips, slowly and sensuously, knowing that he had fulfilled his promise of earlier in the evening. He tasted the mix of his seed and her juices and made a delicious sound between her legs. “Mmmm…” He kissed her sex again. “We taste good together. I’m going to have a lot more of this.” He gave her another lick. “That’s too damn good.”
In a fog, they ended up cuddling on the bedspread. For a while, how long they did not know, they held each other, kissing long, slow kisses, playing with each other post-coitally. Aaron fingered and strummed at the slippery, wet place where he’d been between Macy’s legs, while Macy pulled at the softened largeness at his crotch. They kissed and kissed, intoxicated with each other as if they had raided the wine room and each had downed a whole bottle.
After some time, Macy spoke his name softly between kisses. “Aaron…”
“Yeah?” he said back.
“You know something?”
“What?”
“Your body is incredible. Just absolutely incredible. I can’t get over it.”
“You’re not supposed to get over it,” he said, pecking her lips. “Unless you’re riding me, which you might be doing later. You’re supposed to be under it while I screw your brains out.”
“It’s all good,” said Macy. “I just can’t believe what a fantastic body you have. God, you are incredible.”
A little jolt of pleasure went through him at her tugging his root a bit harder. “I see you approve of that too.” He pecked her nose, then her lips again. “You really know what to do with a dick, you know that?”
“You give me plenty to work with,” she replied with a tiny laugh.
“Well, I’m glad you’re having a good time with my body and my equipment,” said Aaron. “In my work and my business, my body has been my best advertisement. And the better shape I stay in, the more I get to do what I love best. I love to screw. There’s nothing better, no better feeling in the world than using what I’ve got down there. I love it better than anything. My dick never quits. It gets hard, and it stays hard and always comes back for more. I never, ever get enough. The only thing as good as screwing is screwing again.”
He pulled her closer and took her mouth in a soul-melting kiss. Macy felt as if she were in free-fall while lying there on the bed.
When he parted the kiss, Aaron kept her just as close as they had been in it, and said, “Now, can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” Macy replied.
“Am I your first Nathairfear? Have you ever gotten laid with one of us before?”
Macy smiled into his almost painfully handsome face. “Actually…yes, I have. You remember I told you about the ones my father did business with. There was one of them—a younger one, a ‘rising young executive’ type…”
“And I know just how much he was ‘rising’ too. I know how many times he ‘rose’ every time he got you into bed.”
“That’s true.” Macy grinned. “This is the way all of you are, isn’t it? Inhumanly gorgeous…”
“…and inhumanly horny. What can I say? It’s our gift.”
“And it certainly keeps on giving.”
They clinched together again, kissing and laughing.
“Well, I’m sure as hell going to keep giving it to you,” said Aaron. All f…ing night long. As a matter of fact…I want you to stay the weekend.”
Macy raised her eyebrows, surprised—not unpleasantly, but surprised. This night had become far more than she was expecting, and now it was becoming even more than that.
“The weekend?” she repeated.
“Hell yes, the weekend. I want you in this bed and all kinds of other places. I want to bang you all the way into Monday morning. It’s my birthday; say yes.”
Macy chuckled. “Well, I know from experience that you can do exactly what you say you can do…”
“Damn right, I can. Don’t even think of leaving here ‘til Monday morning. You’re mine for the weekend, and we’re going to go down on each other, and I’m going to screw you senseless until then.”
“You’re used to people doing as you say, aren’t you?” she teased him.
“Yes, I am. And I’m used to banging non-stop. So, you might as well be ready to have my dick in and out of you for the next couple of days.”
Macy peered down the little bit of space between them to find the part of Aaron in question just as hard as it felt in her hand. She gazed back up at him and sighed. “I’m ready.”
“Then lie back and open those beautiful legs,” Aaron said with another kiss. “I’m going in again…”
Aaron rolled Macy onto her back, and she submitted completely. She moaned with a renewed ecstasy at being penetrated deeply by him and feeling him set himself down on top of her once more.
It was not just once more, though. Aaron topped and drilled her to another breathless orgasm there on the bedspread, then ate her out to an equally breathless climax of her own. Then, he dimmed the lights with a switch that he had on the nightstand—naturally, he would have a means of controlling the lights without having to get out of bed—and they climbed under the covers where he mounted her and plunged himself into her yet again. After emptying his honey sac into her womb this time, he climbed off her and strummed her love bud until she burst into a further orgasm. And still, he was not done. Somewhere in the small hours before dawn, after Aaron shut off the lights and let the room go dark, they lay like spoons, like the one sculpture in his gallery, and he slid into her from behind, urgently pounding in and out of her while fingering her joy button. This time, her climax came only seconds after his. Macy felt like the female dragon in the other sculpture, falling and spinning down through the sky with the male, talons and tails joined together until their ultimate release.
Finally, they lay tangled together in sheets both warmed by their bodies and moistened with the product of their loins. The last thing Macy heard before sleep closed around them was Aaron groggily saying, “You are such a f…ing good lay…”
Macy did not know when she had ever felt so exhausted with satisfaction at closing her eyes and dropping off. Her last waking thought was that tomorrow, Saturday, would be more of the same.