like a wine glass to awaiting lips. Their eyes hooked.
With bated breath, she waited. Breathless purrs escaped her mouth. She tilted her head back and a dizzying sensation overcame her as he extended his obscenely long tongue, curled at the tip, and delivered frenzied licks to her engorged, slick pearl.
“Feels good, baby?” His warm breath bathed her pussy in soft puffs.
“Yesssss….” She hissed and snatched fistfuls of sheet, toes curling downward as his beard brushed against her ass with each twirl of his sumptuous tongue. He slowly closed his eyes and varied his speeds like some sort of sexual pleasure-generating machine.
“You’re soakin’ wet, baby. You have no idea how much you’re turning me on right now.”
She vibrated against his kiss and he squandered not a single second to press his palm against her stomach and secure her to the bed as she writhed about, with her orgasm mere moments away from bursting free.
“Oh, shit. Shit!” That all-too-familiar heat wrapped in rapture goodness she hadn’t felt in so damn long spun within her. Pussy throbbing, curses tumbling out her mouth, she let go of her watery release. She retreated from herself, her core ignited as she sailed the enormous wave of ecstasy. “Aries!” The last of her orgasm twitched and juddered from her core, stumbling out softly like a happy drunkard landing onto a soft bed before passing out cold. Time had once again played a trick on her. She rolled about, lethargic, barely able to move stiff muscles that burned with tension. Stretching her leg and arms, she smiled listlessly, the world around her fuzzy.
“Mmmm…” A deep, guttural, deliciously sexy moan drifted from his mouth a mere centimeter or two from her ear. Aries lay on one side of her, his big, strong arms wrapped around her waist, squeezing her to him. His heat and essence surrounded her. She allowed him more access to her breasts as he sought them with an eager palm. Each of his hands cupped them just so, massaging them softly, then with far more force. His soft lips dragged along her shoulder as he pumped his hips against her ass, then administered a kiss. Leaning forward, he grabbed the condom wrapper and heard him rip it open while she kept her head resting on her folded arm along the pillow.
Soon, the bed dipped and he said, “Turn towards me,” his husky voice breaking the peace. She rolled over and faced him, feeling things deep inside her heart, an all-knowing recognition of profound care, concern for a human being who’d entered her life with no warning and no apologies. Aries ran his thumb along his lower lip as he studied her, his amber eyes burning with intensity. He coaxed her to lie flat on her back, then grabbed a pillow from near the headboard and shoved it beneath her ass. Her thighs automatically parted. Perhaps it was gravity. Perhaps it was her hot and tawdry ass in need of a good drilling. She swallowed a pile of giggles as the silly thought crossed her mind. And then, she stiffened.
“You okay?” he asked with a smirk, the kind that crawled beneath one’s skin and got on the final nerve, riding it hard.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” The man’s cock had gotten noticeably longer and thicker. She’d thought he had a wonderful package earlier in the evening, but she’d had no idea. The parcel wasn’t an envelope at all, but a damn Amazon Prime box for a big ass exercise bicycle, assembly not required. The fucker was a monster and she couldn’t tear her gaze away. His six-pack abs flexed as he breathed slow and hard. Strands of wavy, jet black hair framed his groin. He held his dick in his palm, the massive hand failing to accommodate the generous girth. And by the look in his eyes, he knew he had a beast between his legs, too. Aries’ proud smugness said it all.
Son of a bitch! You mean to tell me he wasn’t even completely hard? Oh, my God. This is either going to be very good, or extremely awkward. I wish I would have used my vibrator this morning. I’d be a bit more loosened up then. Shit!
She kept her poker face, and before she could form another thought, he’d knocked her thighs apart, settled between them, and began to gyrate and dry hump against her love. She hated how she loved it… The way he moved, the way he smelled, the way he handled her. His hair