Scream For me

Aaron moved one hand from where it rested on my thighs and pushed two fingers into me.

I cried out and writhed on the couch as he finger fucked me and licked and sucked my clit. At the same time, his attention to my clit and my g-spot divided my attention, making the orgasm subside for a moment, but the pleasure increased and more than doubled, and I moaned and squirmed as Aaron pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

The orgasm erupted inside of me, pleasure exploding at my core, rocking through my body in waves of ecstasy. Aaron moaned against my pussy as I bucked my hips and the deep reverberations of his voice hummed through me, only intensifying the orgasm that crashed into me like waves on the sand.

I gasped when I finally came down from my sexual bliss.

Aaron withdrew his fingers and kissed his way up my body again, planting his lips firmly on my mouth. I tasted myself on him when he slid his tongue into my mouth.

He was still wearing pants, and I reached for his belt. It took concentration to undo it while my body quivered with the aftermath of my orgasm, and his tongue in my mouth made it hard to think about anything at all, but I managed to undo his pants, and I reached into his boxers. His cock was thick and hard, the skin scalding hot and smooth as I gripped the shaft. He groaned when I ran my fingers up and down his shaft, pumping my hand up and down harder and faster. I mimicked the sex I wanted, and Aaron gritted his teeth.

He pulled away from me and stood. He pulled down his pants and kicked them off, and I stared at his body. He was perfect in every way, a body sculpted by the angels, an Adonis, sent to earth for mere mortals like me to drool over, to dream over, to ache for.

“Come,” Aaron said and took my hand. He pulled me up and led me through the apartment. I was here every day of the week, spending time with Ben, but with lights dimmed, the darkness pushing against the windows outside, and the two of us walking naked through the house, it wasn’t the kid’s home I knew during the day. It had become an adult’s playpen.

For just a second, I imagined what it would be like if Aaron fucked me on every surface.

Aaron didn’t let me think about much for too long. When we reached the master bedroom, he lifted me onto the bed, and I yelped when he dropped me onto the mattress. His muscles bulged and rippled under his skin as he walked to the nightstand. His hard cock bobbed as he walked.

I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to feel the size of him, roll my tongue over his thick head, and take him in as deep as I could.

He took out the foil of a condom and ripped it open. He rolled it over himself with practiced ease and climbed onto the bed with me. The mattress dipped under his weight.

When Aaron hovered over me, my legs fell open for him, and he pushed into me. I groaned with pleasure as his thick cock slid into me, and my body stretched to accommodate him. As if he was well aware of his size, he stopped moving when he’d pushed into the hilt so that I could adjust. I trembled around him, gasping, my breathing shallow and erratic.

His dark eyes locked on mine, his lips parted, his breathing as hard as mine.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

I blushed. He was buried inside me and commenting on my looks.

I didn’t know what to say, but Aaron moved inside me, and I stopped trying to respond. I cried out when he pulled back and pushed me again.

He moved slowly a few times, his strokes sensual. He planted kisses all over my face, and I relished the warmth that came with his attention. Aaron didn’t just treat me like a piece of meat, fucking me so that he could get off. He was warm, sensual, and present, making eye contact, kissing, and complimenting. It was different than I’d had before, even when I’d been in a long-term relationship.

Aaron picked up his pace. He moved faster and faster, pounding into me. He bucked his hips, and I cried out and moaned in rhythm with his fucking as he stroked in and out of me, his speed increasing yet again.

I gripped his chiseled shoulders, holding on for dear life as he rode me. As he held himself up, I felt the muscles move, and another orgasm started at my core. The orgasm racked my body, and I came undone at the seams. Despite the pleasure rolling over me, Aaron didn’t hold back. He continued pounding into me, and I cried out and moaned as the orgasm only intensified.

Aaron pulled out of me when I finally came down from my second orgasm. He gasped as hard as I did.

Aaron lay down on his back, and I clambered onto him without a word I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I wanted. We were in sync as if we’d been doing this for years. I felt as if I’d known him my whole life, and we were connected as lovers, not as strangers, or employers and employees.

When I sank onto him, Aaron groaned and gripped my hips. I rocked back and forth, stroking him in and out of me, and Aaron clenched his jaw. His brows knit together, and pleasure riddled his face as I rode him harder and harder. I leaned forward, bracing myself on his chest, and my breasts jiggled. Aaron pushed me back harder, pulled me further along than I could go alone, pushing himself deeper and deeper into me.

The orgasm took over, and I trembled and shook over Aaron. I tilted my head back and cried out as the pleasure took over. Aaron rocked me harder and harder back and forth, his hands on my hips, and a moment later, he curled upward as his abs tightened into a glorious six-pack, and his cock jerked and pulsed inside me with his release.

We rode out the waves of the combined orgasm until the pleasure finally withdrew, and we were left behind, together, trembling and gasping and our skin slick with sweat.

I rolled off him, and we lay side by side on his bed, breathing hard.

God, everything about him was as incredible as I’d imagined it would be. A pang shot into my chest.

I couldn’t do this and enjoy it as much as I did. Hell, I couldn’t do this at all. He was my boss. I was Ben’s nanny.

I turned my head to him.

“This is just one night, okay?” I said.

Aaron frowned.

“I’m serious. This isn’t going to be anything more.” “Okay,” he said.

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“Right,” Aaron said. “Two people who needed a release. It’s out of our systems now.”

“Right,” I agreed. “One night we can forget about.”

It was a lie, of course. There was no way in hell I would forget about this night. That wasn’t the point, though. The point was that I’d just done the one thing I probably shouldn’t have done.

And I liked it so much I wanted to do it again.

Oh, I was in big trouble.