Chapter 16
She raised herself further and pressed her body into his, running her lips across his jawbone. He put his head back into the couch and enjoyed her touch – her hands running under his shirt and up to his ribs.
She brushed her lips across his and he arched into her. She pulled back.
"Don't touch" She said, smirking at him, dipping her head and nipping his earlobe and pressing her body into his. Pushing his shirt off over his head she resumed kissing across his collarbones. Her hair was lightly tickling his chest and he left out a soft sigh as she ran her hands across his skin.
She moved back up and kissed him, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. Gasping slightly his hand flew to the back of her head pulling her closer and kissing her deeper. Again she put both hands on his chest and pushed up off him
"Uh-Uh… don't touch" She smiled and dragged her nails down the side of his waist and gently hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. Rolling her hips side to side she met his gaze.
"Are you going to be good?" She asked, mock curiosity on her face. He nodded, playing along and raising his hips slightly, allowing her to draw his sweatpants down. Left in just his briefs he put both hands by his side, resolving not to touch her.
She climbed on his lap and straddled him, her hair falling over her face as she dipped her head and kissed his ear again. Rolling her hips lightly on his groin she kissed each side of his neck gently dragging her fingers in lazy patterns on his skin.
"Some days I can't help myself but sneak into the bathroom and touch myself thinking about you fucking me" She whispered in his ear. Her voice was a lightning bolt, electricity shooting straight to his groin.
"Can you tell?" She murmured "That some days at the round table, I'm not biting my cuticles, I'm tasting myself because all I could think about was you leaving bruises on my skin?"
"Jesus Christ Emily" He moaned raising his hips lightly, trying to grind himself harder into her, determined to keep his hands by his side.
"What?" She smiled, winding her hands around his neck leaning closer into him, arching her back, establishing a slow rhythm against him, rolling her hips. "You want to touch me? You want to fuck me, feel me cum around you?" She kept her voice light and delicate, pressing soft kisses on his lips.
When he didn't reply she stopped, pulling back off him and meeting his gaze.
"Well?" She said, raising an eyebrow and pouting her lips slightly.
"You're going to pay for this" He said, grinning at her – defiant.
"Oh I'm counting on that part" She said, a wide grin splitting her face as she trailed her hands down his chest again.
Climbing off his lap she got on her knees on the pillow in front of him, settling herself gently between his legs, running her fingers up and down his thighs. She trailed her lips across the seam of his briefs, noting that he was hard and straining beneath them. Breathing gentle air across the outline of his cock she watched it twitch beneath the fabric.
Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his underwear she pulled them down enough for his cock to spring free, bouncing against his stomach. She gripped him by the base and met his eyes. He was staring intently at her, clenching his fists into the couch, staying still only by sheer willpower.
She licked him slowly from base to tip and he let out a deep sigh his head falling back on the couch, eyes closed. She wet her thumb and used it to rub gentle circles on the underside of the head of his cock – watching as his face relax in pleasure. Alternating her speed and pressure she used her other hand to trace lazy circles on his inner thighs, watching his face and body twitch and flex under her hands.
She kept her fingers feather-light on him as she watched his fingers tense, the knuckles white. She licked the droplets of precum as they appeared, and each contact with her tongue made him cry out. She smiled to herself as she watched his composure crumble bit by bit under her touch.
Raising herself up again she kept a grip on him as she leaned close to whisper in his ear again.
"I want to taste you – I want you to fuck my face" He turned and kissed her ferociously, biting her lip and trying to keep his breathing even. She broke the kiss and looked him in the eye – his gaze was almost painful "You just have to say please" she smiled.
His tongue darted out to lick his lips as his eyes darkened. "Please" He sighed, deep and throaty as she applied more pressure to just the tip of him. She raised her eyebrows and nodded, the smirk still on her face.
He was on her before she could blink, wrapping his arms around her so hard it almost hurt. He stood up, kicking his pants and underwear away as he twisted his fingers in her hair guiding her mouth towards him. She opened obligingly as he slid his cock into her mouth, his whole body flexing with the warmth of her.
He thrust slowly at first, just grazing the back of her throat.
"Look at me" He groaned and she did, from under those long lashes. Increasing the speed of his thrusts he tightened his grip on her hair slightly, holding her head still.
He stopped thrusting and let her take control – she took him deep in her throat, gagging lightly on him, causing tears to spring to her eyes. When she pulled her mouth off him her eyes were watering slightly, and he thrust back into her mouth with a smile.
She clasped her hands behind her back and kept her eyes on him as he gathered the hair off her face and into a ponytail, guiding her as she worked on him. He clenched his toes into the carpet as she flicked her tongue on him and felt the tension in his abdomen as his orgasm approached.
"Cum for me Aaron" She whispered, meeting his eyes and opening her mouth again. He obliged her, spilling himself into her mouth as she swallowed him gladly. She didn't stop flicking her tongue on him until his cock had stopped twitching. Pulling back and looking up at him, she wiped a drop of his cum into her mouth with one finger, grinning.
"Jesus fucking Christ" He gasped, falling onto the couch – his heart racing.
Emily, still fully dressed, climbed onto his lap, kissing his cheek.
"Stress gone?" She asked lightly, a smile playing across her face.
In response he kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue as he pulled her closer to him, hands roaming beneath her shirt again. Reaching up he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, gently enough to expose her throat as she let out a small moan.
With his other hand, he dipped beneath the waistband of her pants, fingers pressing deep against her, he licked her throat as he quickly slipped two fingers inside her – making her cry out.
"You think about me leaving bruises Emily?" He asked, establishing a deep rhythm inside her, moving fast as she squeezed her thighs around him.
"I think about this – I think about making you squirm and scream on me" His hand in her hair kept her still on his lap as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, using his palm to grind against her clit.
"fuck" She whimpered, her body twisting as he sped up, biting into her neck and collarbone, feeling her clench around him, growing hotter.
"You want to cum Emily?" he asked, staring at her until she met his eyes and nodded.
"I think about leaving you on the edge all day, keeping you just like this, needy and begging me for it until you can't take it any more" He said, raising his eyebrows and slowing his movements, leaving her teetering on the edge. "now what do you say, Emily?"
"Fuck Aaron, PLEASE" She gasped, hands clawing at his skin.
He obliged her, resuming deep strokes inside her until she came with a scream. He felt her clamp like a vice around his hand as her whole body spasmed.
He kept his fingers inside her, moving gently back and forth until she opened her eyes and met his.
"Good girl" He whispered in her ear, the same deep, smoky growl that seemed to make her skin vibrate. She laughed, her eyes closing as she relaxed in his arms.
Moving with a speed she wasn't expecting he removed his hand from her pants and scooped her up, walking towards his bedroom
"I'm not finished yet" He said, tossing her onto the bed.