His lips moved against hers, and Kate kissed him back, her arms firmly around his neck. Aaron's hands were starting to move all over her body, sweeping over her curves. They paused at her breasts, and he moaned at her lips as he cupped them. She moaned in response, which made him slide the jacket off of her shoulders. He pulled away, looking at her, and just shook his head.
"You're killing me," he noted, opening the closet door and hanging up his jacket, before going further into the room.
She followed, sliding her heels off, and Aaron sat on the edge of the bed. She padded towards him, naturally walking between his spread legs as if she did this every day, inched her skirt up a little, and climbed onto him, straddling his lap. They both moaned when she brushed against his erection, only her panties and his trousers separating them from touching there.
"Liz," he growled, and kissed her again, his hand coming up to her hair. His hand gathered it up, pulling lightly as he kissed her. She gasped, feeling as though every nerve ending in her body was coming on. She'd never been with someone who was brave enough to pull at her hair, but she...she was loving this.
She could barely breathe as he continued to kiss her, keeping her hair taut, and her hands went to the tie around his neck. She quickly undid the knot, sliding the ends from his neck, about to toss it away when his hand left her hair and clamped over her hand that held the tie. "We might need that," he said, breaking the kiss. She nodded, and he brushed his free hand over her jaw, before pulling her in for another kiss.
He placed the tie on the bed beside them, and then his hands were at her blouse, sliding it free from her skirt. The buttons were long undone, and he slid it easily down her arms and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in a bra and her lace camisole.
His mouth moved down, going to her neck. He sucked lightly at the soft skin there, and Kate gasped, wondering if he'd leave a mark. She lightly moved away, and he looked at her with mild surprise. "You didn't like that," he began, completely pausing everything.
"No, I did," she managed. "I just want to make sure you don't leave a mark."
His eyes darkened, and his finger came up to trace over her neck. "What if I wanted to?"
"You're out of luck," she whispered, and he leaned back in, his lips brushing her ear; he moved so close that his barely audible words were crystal clear.
"What happens if I leave one?" He asked, and her whole body shivered; in that moment, he could have done anything, and she would have been hard pressed to protest.
"As many as you leave, you get in return," she managed. "In the same spot."
She could see him considering it. His eyes were still on her neck, and he grunted, visibly displeased. "You win," he said, his hands going to her hips, pulling her more firmly onto his erection. They both gasped, and Kate relished the look of pleasure on his somber face. "I will be leaving marks," he noted, his eyes meeting hers. "But they'll be where no one would see them but me."
She felt so close, just from his tone, from the way he was dominating her. She kept his gaze, not turning her head away. "Like I said," she breathed. "You'll get back any you give."
He chuckled, a sound that was wicked, yet made her want to hear him laugh. "Good girl," he echoed from earlier. They'd paused, and his eyes were languidly traveling over her body, not hiding the way he was focusing on her breasts, still covered in lace, and her thighs, straddling him.
His hands landed on her thighs, lightly rocking her back and forth, the friction enough to drive her nearly wild. His hands were rough on the soft skin of her thighs, and she wanted to drive him as crazy as he was driving her. She could tell he was getting a lot of enjoyment from this impromptu ride as well, but she wanted to up the ante. Her hands went to the hem of her camisole, and he moaned; he could tell where this was going.
He held her gaze; his hands continuing to rock her hips back and forth, over his erection. Kate pulled the camisole slowly over her head; his eyes stayed glued to hers. She reached behind her for the bra clasp; his gaze flitted down, he licked his lips, and then he looked back at her face.
She swallowed from the intensity of his gaze, and her fingers were suddenly too clumsy to undo the bra. Her back was arched forward, bringing her breasts closer to his face, and one hand slowly slid up her thigh, towards her waist. The motions had stilled. Kate rested squarely on his erection.
Both hands were now on the bare skin of her waist. Kate's hands fell away from the bra clasp, and she watched him. He was caressing her almost reverently, his thumbs sweeping over her rib cage; sliding beneath the stiff wire of her bra to caress the underside of her breasts.
He bit his lip, and his hands slid around her in one fluid motion; he had her bra off in seconds. Her breasts, larger than average, were still completely covered by his giant hands as he cupped them, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
"Oh, Liz," he moaned, his hands going back to her hips to grab tightly; he lifted her up, and then she was deposited onto the bed, on her back. He stripped out of his dress shirt in a ridiculously quick manner; shrugged out of his t shirt, and then he stood in front of her, just in his dress pants, and, oddly, his shoes. He kicked out of them, his socks as well. Kate rose up on her elbows, watching as he slowly undid his belt. She swallowed as his pants fell to the ground, leaving him in boxers. She could see the clear outline of his erection; and what she'd felt beneath her hadn't been an exaggeration. He was quite a large man.
He climbed onto the bed with her; she spread her legs, and he naturally moved between them. She wrapped her legs around him, and he lowered his head to her breasts.
Her eyes rolled back as he sucked at her breasts, tugging at her nipples until she was gasping. Her hand came up to grab his hair, pull it as he'd done hers, trying to keep calm, but his ministrations were making her wild.
How long had it been since she'd had sex?
She couldn't even remember at this point. Probably a year ago. She'd had a brief fling with someone when she'd been undercover, then she'd never seen him again, naturally.
One thing was for sure...no man had ever made her feel like this before even getting all of her clothes off.
Aaron continued to suck at her breasts; she knew he was leaving marks, and his hands were gliding down her body, tracing each landmark as they reached it, lightly touching her stomach before descending further.
She shivered when his hands landed on her thighs, and she outright moaned when one finger reached to touch her panties. They were soaked through already.
She could feel him smile against her breasts, and she shuddered as his finger slid her panties aside, playing with the curls beneath them. God. She almost froze, wanting to clamp her legs together. When was the last time she'd shaved down there?
She breathed through the panic, especially when he didn't show any sign that he minded. The same lone finger slowly moved past the curls, flicked at the tender bud beneath them, causing her whole body to jerk, and then slid inside her. It was soon joined by a second finger; Kate moaned, loud and long.
"I knew you'd be like this," his voice said, and she felt so dazed it seemed like it was coming from far away. His lips came to meet hers, and he kissed her long and deep, and Kate tried to cling onto him, but his fingers started to move inside her; he was plunging in and out, hard and fast. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, and her panties had been shoved to one side, but were still on. Her breasts bounced wildly as his fingers pushed harder and deeper. She tried to hold on, but her body was already responding to his touch, and she could feel an orgasm building.
"Aaron," she gasped against his mouth, and she could feel his smile.
"Say my name again," he said, his voice almost harsh, and she moaned it long and loud.
"Aaron," she cried, and he pounded his fingers into her, until she shattered beneath him. She cried out, again, and she could feel his eyes on her face; he'd pulled back to watch her orgasm.
She breathed deeply, trying to return to normal rhythm, her eyes fluttering open to see him above her. "Aaron," she repeated, and he smiled wickedly. She soon knew why; he only waited for her orgasm to recede before his fingers started to pump her again; her second orgasm came harder, and faster.
She felt weak as he moved off of the bed, grabbing his wallet from his pants pocket. She tried to push herself onto her elbows, but she was still too dazed from the second orgasm, and she merely watched as he slid out of his boxers; she swallowed at the sight of him. He'd grabbed a condom from his wallet, something she appreciated, but she moved forward, sliding off of the bed to her knees in front of him.
Kate Callahan had never knelt before a man to give fellatio before; she was willing to make an exception for the man who'd made her come twice before even thinking about his own pleasure.
She clasped his dick firmly in one hand, her other caressing his balls, and she could feel his reaction. Her mouth slid onto his dick, sucking hard, and fast, just as he'd done with her, sliding back and forth. She kept her eyes tilted up, so she could see him, and his hand landed on her head, again gathering in her hair to pull it. "Liz," he rasped.
He tasted salty, but it wasn't bad. Kate slid her tongue around him, her tiny hand pumping him, and she could tell he was getting closer, when his hand gently nudged her head back, and she pulled away, gazing up at him. "I really enjoyed that," he panted. "Thank you."
"I was just returning the favor," she replied, licking her lips. He moaned again, and reached down, easily lifting her again to place her back onto the bed. He slid her panties down, letting them fall somewhere on the floor, and she watched as he opened the gold packet, and slid the condom onto his member.
Her skirt was still bunched at her waist; he didn't remove it and somehow, that was more erotic as he again moved between her legs.
He paused before entering her, his dick poised at her entrance. "Are you still okay with this part?" He asked, and she nodded. He raised an eyebrow, and she almost purred.
A man who knew how to make a lady come, and made sure to get consent at every step?
"Yes," she said. "I'm sure."
Her whole body tensed as he slid into her; he was a large man, and she was tiny compared to him. He went slowly, watching her face, and she could tell he was being careful to not go too quickly. Her heart warmed at the concern he was showing.
God, why did this have to be just a hookup? She couldn't live without ever experiencing sex like this, with a partner so caring, again.
He'd slid into her up to the hilt, and Kate's hips were spread as wide as they could go. He fit snugly, but he fit.
His fingers traced her rib cage, slid over her nipples. He was taking his time, giving her body some time to get used to him.
"You okay?" He asked, and if she didn't know better, she'd almost say his voice sounded tender.
"Yeah," she said, shifting her hips a little, and they both gasped at the feeling. She shifted her hips again, making him move inside her, and the only thing louder than her moan was his.
His hands clamped on her hips, panting, shaking his head, and she stilled the movements, taking pity on him.
And then he began to move. Slow and steady at first, but easily increasing the pace. Kate bit her lip, trying to keep from crying his name, but as he went faster, she found herself gasping his name.
In and out. She'd rarely been fucked like this, by someone who really knew what they were doing. Slick, warm, hard, punctuated by the sounds of skin against skin.
In and out.
She could feel his motions gradually becoming looser, more frantic. She could see the look of concentration on his face, and his fingers slid between them. She moaned his name when they brushed against her clit, and her orgasm didn't take long at all; between the dick between her legs, slamming into her, and the finger on her clit.
It was like he didn't give himself permission to come until her body was shuddering around his, and she again screaming his name.
He shuddered into her, and she felt every vibration as he drained every last drop.
He collapsed over her, body still braced on his elbows so as to not crush her, but he was still heavy; so heavy.
Kate leaned up and gently kissed his neck, feeling something too close to an emotion that wasn't allowed budding in her chest.
She quickly pulled back, and Aaron slid off of her after another moment. "Want a shower to clean off?" He asked, voice gruff, extending a hand to her.
She nodded, taking his hand, and letting him pull her to her feet.
They didn't even make it to the shower before their lips were pressed together again, and his hands were frantically moving over her body.
Somehow they made it under the hot spray, and as the water soaked them, getting in their eyes, his fingers pumped into her, making her come again…
They moved back to the bed; he found another condom….
And again…
His mouth was on her clit, making her absolutely lose her mind and any sense of reality.
And again…
He was pounding into her for the second time that night, hours later, and he finally shuddered to completion.
At that point, they were too exhausted for Kate to even contemplate sneaking out as she usually would.
She closed her eyes, and they both slept.