Kingdom

36 | take a break

"Sex shapes the body, truth shapes the mind."

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Aaron laid me on my back against his sheets, kissed my neck and sucked on my hard nipples. Everything he did felt so good- his lips on my neck was my ultimate weakness. I was struggling to catch my breath, all flustered when he wasn't even doing much. To my surprise, Aaron backed away from me. I was fully bare to him. With one hand, he spread my supple thighs to take a hot, appreciative look at the wetness waiting for him.

"Touch yourself," Aaron ordered.

"W-What?"

Aaron gave me a sly grin and repeated, "I want you to touch yourself. Show me how you do it when I'm not here."

Blushing, I covered my smile as if I wasn't just sucking his díck and calling him papi a couple minutes ago.

Aaron gently ran his fingers against my pússy and my hips rose instinctively for more of his touch. "Think of those nights when I'd stay out late..." he continued, teasing my clít with his index. "When you'd come out from a shower dripping wet, craving me, but I wasn't there lick on your sweet pússy. You ain't got nothing but your fingers, bae. Show me how you use them."

I bit my lip, more turned on by his words as I grew breathless. "You're dirty."

"You love that about me," he countered lowly. "Ain't that right?"

"Mhm," I watched him with lustful eyes.

Aaron brought my middle and ring finger to his mouth and sucked to get them wet and ready. Then he lowered my hand down to my pússy and I rubbed myself, temperature rising as all his attention gravitated to the circular movements of my hand.

"Tell me what goes through your little mind when you're hórny," Aaron demanded sexily. "Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself."

Shutting my eyes, I did as he said.

"I... I think about you, your lips..." his juicy fúcking lips... I sighed, "the way you look at me... how bad I want your díck inside me." With my other hand, I pinched my nipples the way I'd done nights before. My imagination took over. I was fervent with desire, moaning and crumbling underneath his raunchy stare.

"Damn, Liz," he whispered.

My eyes opened to see him stroking himself and it was the hottest thing ever; watching Aaron get hard from seeing me. His smooth skin was gleaming from massage oils. In the yellow light, his hard muscles were more prominent and defined. I watched the jerking motion of his hand. Slipping two fingers inside myself, I brought them back out and rubbed the wetness over my clít, spreading my pússy lips for his eyes to see. Aaron's mouth parted slightly from arousal and then I repeated the action, earning a soft groan. I watched his facial expressions; the desire in his dark eyes, how he bit his bottom lip, the way moans sounded coming from his raspy voice.

Then I sunk my fingers in deeper, feeling liquid ecstasy drip out of my pússy and onto his sheets. My eyes were closed again when I felt him move my hand away and replace it with his full lips. Then he reminded me how skillfully he could work me with just his mouth.

His tongue deserved an award.

He deserved all the diamonds and gold in the world. It never ceased to please; with the way he toyed with my clít lusciously. I tried to control my trembling legs as my hands desperately fisted at the sheets.

"I'm so close... oh, shít, yesyesyes," I moaned aloud.

Aaron devoured my pússy, sucked my pulsing clít between his lips. In one slick move, he pushed my knees up- thighs to my chest. My eyes watered from the intense pleasure. I felt myself starting to let go, but he stopped before I could even get a chance to touch my orgásm.