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If I’d managed to whimper an affirmative reply, I couldn’t know. I just
guessed that whatever my answer had been, it satisfied Aaron. Because his
fingers moved up and down my folds, coating everything in my pleasure,
turning my blood into molten lava.
“If I slide my fingers inside your pussy, I’m going to lose control,” he
told me in a deep and inky voice. A warning, a promise. “Is that something
you are ready for?” His thumb started circling my clit, almost bringing me to
my knees.
My back arched. “Aaron.”
His voice lowered even further. “That’s not an answer, baby.” His fingers
increased their pace, making me light-headed. “Do you want me to get you
off and hold you until you fall asleep?” His other hand rose to my breast,
teasing my nipple. “Or do you want me to claim it with my cock?”
So commanding and yet so fucking thoughtful. Cherishing me, ravishing
me. He was everything I needed. Everything my body craved and my heart
had been missing.
For what I would soon learn was the last time tonight, I told him what
he’d demanded to hear. The truth that I had kept under key deep inside. “I’m
ready, Aaron.” I brought my hand to his, which was partly covered by my
panties. “Take me. All of me.” I tightened my hold on him and pressed both
our hands against my center. “Claim me.”
Aaron didn’t lose any time. One of his fingers slid inside me in one swift
motion, a moan forming in the depths of my chest at the blissful invasion.
God. It had been so long since nothing but my own fingers had been
there.
“You are drenched, baby. All for me.” Aaron kept thrusting inside,
adding a second finger and bringing bright little spots to the backs of my
eyes. “All of you, mine.”
Something started unraveling, cracking me wide open. Tilting my body
toward the edge. “Aaron. This … this is too much.”
Panting. I was panting as I lost control over my own body.
“It’s not too much. This is what real feels like,” he murmured against my
neck as his other hand grazed one of my breasts.
I was so close to toppling over. A million different sorts of sensations
cascaded down my body, spreading from every point where Aaron was
touching me. Tattooing my skin. The way he thrust his fingers inside of me.
Or how he played with the tips of my breasts. The rocking of his hips against