It was like biting down on a soft cherry tomato, and the power she had over that king of a man made her pussy pulse and rain. Aries wailed in ecstasy. He gripped the small pillow so tight, his knuckles were white as snow. His body shook and he grabbed her neck and squeezed, sending her over the edge. Her own essence rained down her inner thighs, but before she could fully register the unexpected orgasm, the man’s was licking and sucking hungrily on her bud. She hadn’t even seen him move, and in one fell swoop, she was on her back in an awkward position, with his head buried between her heated thighs and his hands beneath her ass. Running her fingers through his hair, she came once again, and her body pulsed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
They tore and grabbed at one another, song after song playing, blending into their obsession and hunger for one another.
“I love you, baby!” he blurted out, his voice rough, his touch rougher as he entered her. She screamed at that initial thrust… the one that took her breath away… the one where she knew the man attached to that obnoxiously large dick meant business, and he loved her – every bit of her, from her eccentricities to the pain she kept deep within.
“Ahhh!” She wrapped her legs around him and held on tight. Each thrust was harder than the last, choppy and abrupt, ruthless and all encompassing. Their slick bodies writhed against one another. Bags toppled over around them, as did the old radio that played the scratchy country music hits. They came again. Together. In unison. And it felt almost planned, as if they’d discussed it beforehand but it was just their bodies and spirits in agreement. Everything felt right. Perfect. Like love.
They lay there tangled together, breathing hard. Hot. Sweaty. Bobbie Gentry’s, ‘He Made a Woman Out of Me’ was the soundtrack of the moment. They swayed slowly against one another, dancing horizontally to the music. Then, he slipped away from her, like the last, subtle note of the song, and began to rummage through a bag that had been kicked over during their lovemaking.
“Do you know that we’ve never discussed your tattoos?” She laughed lightly as she fingered strands of hair out of her face and sat up. “You have so many.”
“Yeah… I like ’em. Got my first one when I was sixteen. It was of a cross with clouds.” He pointed to his forearm, showing her the faded yet well done tattoo. “Haven’t stopped since.” She studied him as he moved about, his broad back covered in an inked black jungle. The scales of justice stood out, with Lady Liberty at the center. His arms were covered in detailed illustrations of barbwire, flames, and a rather sinister devil, along with gorgeous, half-naked women and several motorcycles.
“I’ve always wanted one, but I’m a chicken.” She stroked her bare ankle then wiggled her toes.
“You just need a little push. Gotta live a little.” He winked at her, holding something in his fist. She hoped he wasn’t about to pull a cruel prank, like present her with a wild mouse, or some shit like that. That sort of mess is right up Aries’ alley, too. He plays too much sometimes.
He began to scoot about as if searching for something. On his chest, beneath the fine black hair, were his mother and grandmother’s names in italic font, a large motorcycle, and then, of course, the baby feet tattoo with Aiden’s name and birthdate beneath them. Next to that was a roaring lion—a tattoo cover-up job over his ex-wife’s name. Aries got on his knees, stark naked, muscular, hairy, tatted up, and looking fucking sexy to his rotten core.
“What?” She cracked a smile and looked up at him. “What is it?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I love you so much, I need you to, uh…” He hung his head. When he looked back at her, his eyes were moist.
“Oh, Aries,” she whispered. “what’s wrong, baby?” She snuggled against the crook of his neck. He rested his chin on the top of her head and held her, running his knuckles gently against her back. The same hand that was holding something he hadn’t shown her yet. When he pulled back ever so slightly, he was smiling, yet a smile filled with sorrow.
“I just…” He swallowed, hesitated. “I just wanted to know if you’d marry me. That’s all.”
“That’s