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Chapter 3 • Confessions

Maila's POV

Aaron pounds away mercilessly. This was going to be fast, rough and to the point. I didn't mind it one bit.

I clutch his head against me and desperately attempt to keep my lock around his hips. The water makes it very difficult, so he slips his hands under my thighs to keep me upright.

"I'm a grown ass man, Mai," he assures me. "I got ya."

I giggle and bite his lip,"Prove it," I growled.

He raises his eyebrows, considering my challenge. He leans in and briefly locks our lips together. Molding his lips hard against mine, leaving me breathless. Then, he leans away from the wall and, to my surprise, steps out the shower.

"Stephon, where are you--"

He gets down on his knees and slowly eases me down onto the floor. It was cold, making my back arch away from it. I look up at him and he flips me over onto my stomach. He lays atop of me, and entwines my fingers with his, holding them against my chest. My red hair has come undone from its bun, dripping down my neck and across my face. Sticking to my skin because of the mist from the hot shower.

Stephon nudges his chin into the dip of my shoulder, his mouth by my ear,"I'll show you a grown ass man," He growls. Holding my hands tight, he slams into me.

"Fuck!" I cried out. My body is a little sore from yesterday. Its a little sore from yesterday. We did have sex in a tight space, and then the rest of last night. Why wouldn't I be? I don't think I can take any more. I attempt to move my hands away, but he just tightens his hold on me, slamming harder into me, his groin smacking against me.

"Giving up already, bootyhead?" He teased, planting a wet kiss on the line of my jaw.

I close my eyes and bite my lips, attempting to forget my fatigue. He's right. I don't have stamina. I should've listened and have a little patience last night.

"I'm sore..." I moaned as he grinded against me, swiveling his hips in fast, small, circular motions. I can feel my insides tighten, weakening. Can I take another orgasm?

He laughed, flexing his hips untill he was to the hilt. He keeps still, leans down, and bites into a shoulder blade. My fingers squeeze his and I curse out. He smiles against my skin,"Maybe I want you sore." He mumbles, his voice small.

I couldn't help but smile a little,"Why?" I asked incredulously.

"So everytime you move, you remember the reason why you're sore." He confirms, his tone posessive.

Oh.

So he continues his torture. Pounding away as he held my hands prisoner. I moan almost the entire time, my cheek layed against the floor. He whines in wide, circular motions, making sure to get me in every way possible. Making sure to  have me sore, as he said. I don't know how I feel about that, but I didn't too much about it. He trails his tounge up the curve of my spine then blows on the line of fire, making me shiver. He plants kisses all over my back, occasionally biting into my skin. It was just pain and sensations everywhere.

After a moment, he release my hands. I prop myself up on my elbows and his hands immediately sweep under to cup my breasts.

"So touchy..." I mumbled.

He smiles against my shoulder, kisses it, then leans over. I turn my head to him, meeting him halfway. Our kiss was chaotic, hungry, and, in a way, playful. It made me giggle against his lips.

He nudges me with his nose, gesturing me to move my face to the side. I raise an eyebrow, but oblige. He plants a deep, thoughtful kiss on my cheek. A big smile spreads across my face, but I wonder idly what was on his mind.