Macy
I’ve been here many times.
Obviously, not specifically with Aaron. I mean, more specifically here—faced with “the big decision.”
Sex? Or no sex?
And really, what am I waiting for?
Not marriage. I never plan to marry.
Not love. What a joke that is.
Lapping at the tip of the Aaron’s cock, I contemplate this while staring into his eyes.
Maybe I’ve been waiting for the person who’ll make me not want to wait.
Mission accomplished!
Am I ready for a ride? Fuck, yeah!
I’ve never been this turned on. And I just came.
I’ve had high school romances and fumbling college experiences, but I’ve never felt this passion—no, this need.
I want him in me. I want him in me so much that I feel like I need it.
That’s new. I need sex.
And fuck, he’s a beautiful man. Even his cock is beautiful.
Taking one last long lick, I release him and lean forward for another passionate, deep kiss.
Crawling up to straddle his hard cock, I lower my pussy to rub my wet lubrication all over his length.
Just like that, he sends me over the edge. I slip and slide easily against him, and each time his tip hits my clit, it sends a static zing through my entire body.
Lifting up slightly, I break our kiss to reach between my legs.
Grasping his length, I pull the tip into my folds and swirl it around, hitting my clit some more and thoroughly drenching him.
“You’re such a tease,” he quips,
Looking up, I see he’s watching where we join with a look of profound anticipation.
“Am I now?” I throw my head back and sink down on him a little.
He’s big. The stretch feels like it might be daunting, but that notion soon evaporates into something...
Else.
Something new. So new that at first I can’t quite tell what it is or where it’s coming from.
Yet I hear myself sighing, a little satisfied, a little overwhelmed...
And a lot happy.
It’s getting clearer, though I never expected it to be like this—like filling a hunger I didn’t know I had.
Or starting to fill it.
Whetting a new appetite, at least.
He’s wrapped his arm around my body to pull me forward and draws my nipple into his mouth. That sucking alone makes me want to come.
His cock feels thicker than I even expected from the sight, feel, and taste of it. But I’m starting to see that as a welcome surprise.
Going up and down, the pleasure of him inside me forces a moan from my lips.
His fingers have travelled to my clit, and he sets a merciless pace, playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I start to pant as I grip his shoulders harder, moving up and down. I’m not taking in more than part of him each time, but, holy fuck, does it feel incredible.
The feeling of being stretched and filled and touched in a way I never knew was possible, in places I’m just learning now were waiting, starving, filled with an appetite I can’t believe is still being whet.
For a moment, all I perceive is the plain reality—Aaron’s cock slowly sliding out and then back in, still slow. But the feeling’s like nothing I’ve felt, like nothing I expected—it transcends what I could describe physically, or anatomically, or at all.
Well, I could say that I let just a little bit more in this time, but with that little bit more, the mundane fades even more.
It’s like a flower of pleasure, blooming, growing larger and larger, starting around Aaron’s shaft and traveling slowly out of me, then back in. But it’s expanding more and more to take over every fiber of my being.
Yeah, it’s feels really fucking good.
Like, shockingly good.
I can admit confidently, without exaggeration, it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
My own deep moan brings me back to the present moment, and I try to concentrate on the mind-erasing bliss of Aaron’s cock in my cunt, not letting the power of it override my senses this time, but actually feel it for what it is—to feel every bit of its awesome power.
And I feel all of it, channeling the intensity with an uncontrollable moan which wavers in pitch like no sound I’ve ever made.
I can feel every rigid inch of him as I sink down. With what his fingers are doing, it gets to be too much for my purposeful concentration, and I can feel my orgasm building again.
Reaching behind me with my left hand, I grasp his hard cock at the base.
I’m a little over halfway, and the feeling running through me is almost too much to handle—yet I never want it to stop.
I arch my chest toward him, and he eagerly draws on a nipple as I slowly work up and down on him, sinking lower each time.
I’m so wet, I can feel my juices dripping down to the base where I hold him.
Lightly running my fingers over his balls, I know he’s close like me.
His thumb doesn’t relent, and I think it’s making me tighter, which I’m sure is making him harder.
Such a vicious, wonderful cycle!
Eagerly, I work him into me until I feel my pussy hit my fingers. Releasing his cock, I sink my weight onto him.
I want to savor this for a second.
He anticipates my mood and wraps both his arms around me, cupping my ass. Our foreheads meet, and our breath mingles.
We’re both panting as we stare into each other’s eyes.
And here I am—and there he is.
There’s no need for poetry or the abstract to process it anymore. The look of warmth and happiness and appreciation in Aaron’s eyes is all I need to ground me like a gorgeous anchor.
I’m now locked in to the moment and the marvelous feeling of Aaron’s rock-hard cock filling my appetite, as thoroughly whetted as it was.
There’s no stopping the bright wide smile I can feel lighting up my face.
Even without a mirror, I can see it reflected in Aaron’s smile as he arches into me, pushing with a degree of weight and pressure that’s so fucking perfect that he must’ve fucking measured it.
I can’t believe how perfect it is.
Goddamn.
Phenomenal.
My clit lights up like the center of some massive detonation that’s about to light up the sky and the whole universe.
But it stays, there, like a still frame, not ready to go off until I let it.
“Ohhhhhhhhh.”
The feeling of Aaron’s cock is getting more intense each time, even though it’s only going in just a bit more, and a bit more.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
I’m loud, but I can’t seem to help it as the air’s expelled from my body by his cock’s invasion.
I watch his muscles tense and shift as he drives into me. My hands drop softly from his shoulders to beside his head.
Feeling ready to try an experiment, I slide my body up him and feel the tip so close to coming out before slamming back down on him.
He gasps wildly, and his body twists, and I just fucking revel in my newfound power.
And I use my power to quicken the fucking pace a little.
We both groan and growl together, then separately, taking turns going silent until the sound can’t be denied any longer. And the pace gets faster.
I ride him frantically, pulling off a little less each time, keeping him deeper for longer as I get ready to hit the play button at last.
Well, maybe not quite yet.
“Yes, baby. Ride me.” Aaron licks and sucks at my nipples again, this time with a new intensity—a desperation.
“That’s it. Show me how you need me.” I never thought I’d say that fucking sentence in my life, but the words come from someplace primal, almost like they’re meaningless.
He’s still, sucking my tits and using them as leverage to push me down harder on his cock.
And harder.
“Harder.”
And harder.
“Fuck, harder. Harder!”
And harder.
“Oh, goddammit, give me all you’ve got!”
And harder.
And just like that, all my appetites are sated, and a feeling of peace and stillness sweeps over me.
If this is a climax, this is the calmest, quietest one I’ve ever…
“Ohhhhaaaaaahhhh. Ahhh!”
Fuck. Holy fucking shit.
I’m not anchored anymore, and the world’s shaking…and instead of a flower, it’s now a fucking firework—many, countless, colorful, bright, and deafening fireworks.
Aaron groans behind me, breaking through to my orgasmic mind and body.
He’s still inside me. My muscles clamp around his thick shaft as I jerk violently from the force of the aftershocks.
He lifts under me, jerking and twitching inside me as he comes on a long groan almost simultaneously.
His steel-hard cock remains buried deep inside me as I collapse onto his chest, panting.
We’re both a bit winded, believe it or not.
His arms are wrapped around me securely, and his fingertips are running a warm, loving trail along my arm and back.
My instinct, at this moment, is to say thank you to Aaron.
I choose wisely to ignore that impulse.
But as my heart slows down along with our breathing, I find another way to show my appreciation.
“Not bad.” I smile at him. “Not even a little.”
Reaching for my head with both hands, he leans up to give me a slow, lingering kiss.
“That was fucking incredible. You are fucking incredible.”
I guess my inexperience wasn’t showing too much.
I lie back down on him and just relax, enjoying the feeling of him softening inside me until we separate, just slightly as the gentle sound of waves crashing and Aaron’s heart beating slowly lull me into sleep.