Alexander

 

 

 

I could stop.

Part of me wanted to stop. Just watch Aria writhe from my lack of touch. Hear her beg for me to fuck her. Feel her greedy hands try to grapple my jeans to get at my aching cock.

I slid my fingers in my mouth as I stared down at the most beautiful creature in the world. My tongue eagerly lapped at her sweet, almost creamy flavor. She smelled of sweet wine with a hint of the beach and tasted like nirvana.

“Alex,” Aria said with a raw voice, shredded from ecstasy.

This was the moment. Everything I had been waiting for with the woman of my dreams. I should be tripping over myself to tear off my pants and fumble with a condom. But I stood, struck by the moment and emblazoned by her. My heart thumped loudly in my ears and all I could think was building this captivating misery until it could only, naturally, tumble into euphoria.

Aria’s hands, agitated, moved to her tits, pulling at her tight rosy nipples. I watched with no plan but to savor the moment. It’s torturous for her, for me, and it’s glorious with that agony.

“I want you, Alex. Please, fuck me,” Aria said as she moved her hands to her thighs, pulling them back to show me her dripping pussy. And that gave me some satisfaction. I made her weep for me.

My eyes flickered up from watching her lips drip onto her fingers. She was flush, begging me still with her eyes. “You just want me to shove my cock,” I cupped my hand over the hard bulge in my jeans, “into that sweet, greedy pussy? Is that what you’re used to, Aria?”

She didn’t know what to say. Her eyes drifted down my body and off to the corner as she contemplated my words. If she said yes, then that meant she accepted the bare minimum from a man. The basic act of sex was something most adults could do. And Aria was worth more than that.

If she answered no, then that meant her mouth didn’t water and pussy didn’t clench at the thought of me deep inside her.

“Anything you give me, Alex, will be better than what I have ever had. It already has been.”

I slipped. My eyes fell shut as I reached into my pants and stroked myself. She was to blame. I wanted to stay focused, not touch myself until I had to. Until it was time to put on a condom. But she always knew how to catch me off guard with her words.

“I could paint you,” I said as my eyes opened, falling on the rise of her chest down to the smooth skin that surrounded her belly button.

She nodded and a slight breeze swirled in the air as she sat up moving to my pants. I couldn’t imagine anything better than this. Her fingers trembled and groped as they tried to break me free. I touched her head and curled her silky hair in my hands. My thumb and forefinger rubbed a few strands and I thought how delicate, how beautiful, and how easily pulled apart.

What was I doing? Aria deserved better than me shoving my dick in her mouth, as luscious as that would feel. When she did accept my cock, it would be after I made her earn it.

“I think it’s time to stop, Aria.”

Her hands halted and those beautiful chocolate eyes stared up at me in surprise.

“But, Alex, I thought you wanted to fuck me? I don’t understand.”

I put my finger under her chin and pulled her up. My breath hitched as she easily did what my body commanded, sitting up on her knees. My lips crashed onto hers. If my lips were deep and searching, then Aria’s were maddening.

My control was crumbling with every lick of her tongue. My arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. There was no premeditated, slow, mind-fucking plan to drag this out until she screamed for release. Her lips, with their plump debauchery, had me groaning and thrusting and finally, pushing her on the bed.

I didn’t think, I acted. I reached in my front pocket and pulled out a condom. That was the one thing about this day that was well thought out. Since I met Aria, I made sure I had at least three in my pockets at all times.

My black T-shirt, jeans, and navy boxer briefs were on the floor in seconds before I began to rip the wrapper. Having practiced many times at home, for fear I would embarrass myself when the day finally came, I rolled on the condom in very little time. Then I crawled until I was on top of Aria.

She tried to reach up and kiss me but I shook my head. “No, I want to watch how you take my cock as I enter you.”

Her legs widened at my words and I could feel the tip of my cock press against something warm and so very soft. I rocked my hips and realized I was slowly entering her. It felt incredible but better than that, I saw as it all played out on her face.

Aria groaned the deeper I moved inside her and when she finally fit tightly around me, it was me who had to stop.

“Fuck, you feel better than I thought,” I said as I closed my eyes and dropped my head to her chest.

I needed a minute or this would end before it even began.

“Alex, please, don’t stop. You feel so good,” she moaned, making it worse.

Now I really couldn’t move.

Her lips curled. “Dream girl?”

“Yes, you are the woman of my dreams. Therefore, you are my dream girl.”

“I like that.”

I did too, and slowly, I began to move. The heat from between her thighs and how she gripped me…. I didn’t expect to last long.

And the way she squirmed made my impending release turn from a crawl to a race. I had to grab Aria’s hands and pin them down with my own. After a moment, I decided to change our position and pulled her back to the edge of the bed so I stood between her thighs. I lifted her legs so they shot up and over my shoulders.

That was better. I could watch her, feel her, and make her come anytime I wanted. Moving my thumb to her clit, I slowed my thrusts. Even though I really wanted to speed them up because her pussy was so nice to slip and slide in and out of.

“I’m going to have you come all over my cock,” I said and felt her pussy spasm.

That was my answer because Aria’s words were nonsensical groans now.

It didn’t take much from playing with her until I could feel her tighten around me.

“Come for me, dream girl,” I told her and she obeyed like the breathtaking woman that she was.

“Oh, yeah, Alex. Fuck me,” Aria said through gritted teeth as her head flung to the side and she arched her back.

This was irresistible. Watching her submit and tighten around me was too much. My balls tensed and I had to drop her legs as I bent over letting my orgasm take me.

The rush was intense and better than any orgasm I had ever had. I jerked my hips twice more, pushing into Aria a few more times before the fantasy ended.

I tried to support my body above hers as my muscles gave way. My chest tightened as I felt her arms and legs circle around me.

Aria was more than a dream; she was that first intake of air on a warm spring morning. She was the moment when I first walked up to The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh and noticed the tiny strokes of oil, astonished that it created such beauty. Aria was that most powerful experience that had me chancing the feeling again, despite knowing it couldn’t be duplicated. She’s that sensation, only I get to hold it, touch it, and revel in it anytime I want.

“Now I know why people seem to like sex so much,” I mumbled into her neck as her throat rumbled with laughter.

I wanted to bury myself in the soft skin right below her ear but she moved and I rolled away to give her the space she required.

“That was epic,” she said and my smile was so wide I didn’t even care how goofy I looked.

“It was. Fully agree.” I nodded staring at the ceiling before turning my head to her. “So, when do we do it again?”

I was being honest. What happened, just now between us, was mind blowing and I only wanted to stay in this bed so I could fuck her until we both passed out from exhaustion.

“Hold up, cowboy. We need to rest in between. Besides, it’s going to take you a bit of time to get hard again.”

I turned on my side and traced her body with my fingers. When I got to her nipples she gasped. But it was when my fingers drifted down and sunk into her still swollen folds between her thighs that I realized she didn’t need time to get back in the mood.

“How did I get so lucky to have you in my life,” I said and never meant it as a question. Despite her answer in the form of another orgasm on my fingers.