I heard him finally opening the condom. “Lay on your back. I want to watch your face as you feel me enter you.”
“Fuck.” All of this was almost too much. He was up on his knees and then stroked himself long and slow while he made sure he was slick. He watched me, his hand on himself and his eyes locked on mine.
He pushed my thighs up, then lowered himself so he was lined up at my entrance. His eyes never left mine as I felt him push into me. There was a moment of exquisite pain; he was thicker than his fingers, but I relaxed around him and then settled quickly into intense pleasure. He stopped and looked at me, and I gave him a slight nod as he moved further into me. Any discomfort was now gone. It was now a complete pleasure, which made me just long to have more of him.
As he started to fill me more, I let all the feelings wash over me. Every bit of him that stretched me took another piece of my heart. Every movement he made was now purely pleasure. River closed his eyes briefly and made a long, deep moan. “You feel so good.” His voice was gravelly and filled with lust.
He slid deeper into me, then opened his eyes again until he bottomed out. He waited and stared at me, being careful not to hurt me. He leaned over and kissed me. He swallowed my moans as I settled into the intense feeling of River entirely buried in my ass. Every nerve ending in my body was focused on our connection. “Take me.”
He didn’t need much more encouragement than that. He slid out of me and then filled me again. His strokes were unhurried and deep, and he changed his angle so he would intentionally hit my prostate, which shattered me each time. I was completely lit up, and every thrust sent pulses of pleasure through me. The pace he set was hard but not brutal, and every push was deliberate, giving us both pure ecstasy. When he took my mouth again, his tongue was silky smooth and warm. I couldn’t kiss him enough. I couldn’t have him deep enough.
He changed the rhythm to something smoother. His cock moved inside me with great care, and he started making long, slow strokesinside of me. This man wasn’t fucking me, we were sharing emotions, we were making love. Every time he bottomed out, it felt like he was exactly where he should be. He kissed me and kissed my neck. Then he held still, and we really looked at each other. We both realized there was so much more happening.
“I can’t much longer, Aaron.” I nodded at him, and then he pulled himself out completely. “I want to feel you entirely. Is that ok?”
“Please.” He removed the condom and then drove back into me. I watched his face and saw him slip into pure lust. He pounded into me, and I was along for the ride. “Aaron, having you gripping me.Fuck.”
“Fill me, River.” Hitting that spot, my body was all sparks as he rubbed against it repeatedly. The rhythm changed, and I grabbed my knees, ensuring every possible inch was inside me. I couldn’t get him deep enough. I felt him swell, and then I could feel the heat of his orgasm as he emptied within me.
While River continued to drive into me, riding out his climax, my body reached the pinnacle and slammed into me without my cock being touched. He wrapped a hand around my shaft and milked every shudder from me. I was breathless as I covered us both with ropes of come. I was afraid I was about to pass out. My heart was pounding excessively hard. When the spasms stopped, I lay there spent.
“Never before has it …” I managed through gasps for breath.
He leaned forward and put his forehead against mine, nodding. “Aaron. Never.” It came out hoarse. He slid out of me, and I hated the empty feeling. He moved next to me, his leg draped over my hip, his arm across my chest. He pulled tight against me. He always claimed me like he had no intention of letting me go.
Chapter thirty-three
River
I was gone for him.Was this the perfect time to tell him?He gave me his body. I knew he hadn’t been with a man like that in at least a decade. Not even with the asshole ex with whom he had planned to spend his life. He had told me that, and now I shared that with him. I hadn’t had any penetrative sex in at least fifteen years. To me, it was too intimate. I never wanted to be that close to someone. Now, all I wanted was to be that close to Aaron.
I wrapped myself around him, not wanting to break contact. We slept that way for who knows how long. My stomach reminded me that I hadn’t eaten much today. I didn’t want to move, even though my stomach was growling. Where I was seemed perfect. I looked around Aaron’s bedroom. A cat bed was the corner that looked like a dragon. Two tails hung over the edge. It appeared the dragons moved into the bedroom while we were asleep.
His bed was made of logs like mine, which held a king mattress, and the furniture was dark wood. There was a leather chair in the corner with a bookshelf covered in various things, including pictures. It was like a log cabin, and Italy made this décor together. It was everything I would have done if it were my home.
He suggested that we spend weekends out here, and he seemed so natural. I was on board one hundred percent. If I were honest, I would be here all the time, but it made sense to be in the city during the weeksince most of our business was there. We’ve both changed our work lives to be with each other. I think that is a big sign that this was serious. At some point, Aaron had moved, so he was on his side, his knee up a little. It brought back the image of when I prepped him. My body was at once on board. I wanted to change positions and have him fill me. My stomach growled again.
“Charlie,” I whispered. It didn’t seem to wake Aaron, but I saw the blue tail disappear and a little head poke out of the bed. Then I saw Daisy’s head right next to him.
I tapped the sheet where Aaron was. Both landed on his back. I wiggled my hand back and forth, which I had taught Charlie to mean dance. They started to stomp their feet and flap their wings.
“Are there dragons dancing on me?” Aaron asked, face partly in the pillow.
“Maybe?” I chuckled, pleased that my plan worked.
“Are you happy with yourself?”
“Oh, I am happy with myself. I am also delighted with you and your ass.” I leaned over and pressed my lips to the side of his face. “Okay, Charlie. Daisy. Go to the other room.” They took off and headed out the door.
He rolled over and pulled me to him. I would never get tired of his kisses. I could feel his arousal against my thigh, and I was sure he could feel what he did to me, too. If I gave in to my body every time it responded to this man, I would never get out of bed, so I enjoyed knowing we were both throbbing. “Can we eat? I am starving. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and this body needs fuel.”
“That is a fantastic idea.” He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “Are you going to join me?” He turned around to ask.
“Yeah, you are like a sculpture that has come to life.”
“I don’t think so, but I am glad you enjoy what you see. You should look in the mirror, though. I keep telling you that you take my breath away.” I felt awkward and looked down. I don’t know why I had so much trouble accepting compliments.
I got up and followed him down the hall. I realized this is another thing that I do now. I walked around with my boyfriend naked. Man, what a life.
