Sweetheart

23

A/N

Oh? What's this? You really thought I'd leave you hanging?? Ofc not my loves. Here's pt 2 from Aaron's pov. 🙄

Aaron
October 2020

I stare at her body with hungry eyes, licking my lips as though I could pre-taste her on my tongue. Tiny goosebumps travel across her body, showing me just how much she wants me. I suppose I look the same.

Her lips part slightly, waiting for me to move. My hand is spread on her cheek, stroking the soft skin there with my thumb, erasing the traces of red lipstick she had on her cheekbones.

Lizzie leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. When she opens them again, I fall into those pools of amber honey. I can't resist anymore. My lips crash on hers, moving in even waves to accommodate her rhythm.

With my body, I push her back against the counter, pressing against her, feeling the warmth emitted by her whole body. When her chest smashes against mine, a delicate moan escapes her. A jolt of electricity shoots to my dick, and I groan, involuntarily pressing further against her skin. Fuck self-control. We've waited enough.

I grab the back of her thighs and hoist her off the floor, on the counter. As her skin hits the surface with a neat smack, she gasps. I don't give her time to speak though, as I steady myself between her open legs and slide my tongue in her mouth, tangling with hers.

I separate our mouths and dive in the crook of her neck, anything but gently biting it. Lizzie tilts her head to the side, allowing me to earn more space on her skin. "Aaron..." she breathes, my hands riding up her thighs and finger digging in her flesh.

Reluctantly, I move my lips from her reddened skin. "If you want me to stop, you have to tell me," I tell her.

Her hands come on my face. "I'll be damned if I ever say no to this," she whispers, and then her mouth is on mine again, hands clutching my shirt so tightly it could rip. I wouldn't give a fuck if she ripped my shirt to shreds, so long as I can have her hands all over me.

I grin, gazing at her flushed face. I quickly get rid of my shirt, her hands burning on my chest as she flattens them on it. "Come closer," I tell her, making her scoot even more towards me.

Her legs dangle on my sides, sometimes stroking my hips. I make the straps of her bra fall down her shoulders, and she helps me by slipping her arms out. Before I can say a word, she unhooks her bra and lets it fall between us.

My eyes get instantly stuck on her exposed breasts. They're fucking magnetic. I stare for a moment too long at how her chest heaves with her breathing, her rosy peaks teasing me and begging for my mouth to wrap around them. "God, I love your tits," I mumble, kissing her mouth as she chuckles.

I slide a hand from her torso to one breast, filling my palm with it and playing with its peak, making her gasp in my mouth. I'm not going to go easy on her. I don't do easy.

I grasp the fabric of her underwear and pull. It tears with an irritating sound, but I keep pulling until there's nothing but lacy shreds in my hand and nothing on her body.

Lizzie pouts. "I liked those," she says.

"Me too. But I like your cunt even more," I reply, and sink to my knees, giving her wetness a long, deep lick. Her whole body trembles with shock. A gorgeous sound escapes her. That's my cue. Looks like I'm going for a swim. I bury my head between her legs without giving her time to realize it.

As a result, her hands fly to my hair and tug on the locks, while her heels dig into my shoulders to keep me steady against her cunt. Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I'm in fucking Heaven.