Your eyes flutter open to the sound of someone moving next to you, and you frown as your mind starts to wake up, putting pieces of last night together to help you figure out where the hell you were. When you finally come around, you remember everything embarrassing about the night before; the fact you'd got stood up by someone you hadn't even met, and then going to Taron's to cry it all out.
"Oh, shit," you whisper to yourself, placing your hand over your eyes in shame. You wriggle beneath the covers, assuming you were in the spare room, then more starts to come back to you when you realise you can feel every fibre of the sheets caressing your skin, and you quickly peek under the covers to see your naked body.
"Oh, fuck!" you gasp, hoping you didn't make a fool out of yourself in front of Taron.
"Hello to you too," Taron's voice croaks from beside you. You snap your head to look at him in shock, the top of his torso catching your eye immediately, his skin looking so inviting yet again. Again? Of course, now it all makes sense, oh yes, all the puzzle pieces were falling into place as you remember Taron taking you in, then to his bedroom, and you two having the most amazing sex. A shiver runs up your body as you remember his hands roaming your body, and you have to hold back a moan as you look up at his smiling face.
"You thinking about last night as well?" he asks, a lustful glint in his eye.
"Maybe," you reply as a blush creeps up your cheeks.
"Want me to refresh your memory?" he smiles, moving towards you under the covers. One of his hands lands on your stomach, then traces circles as he moves up to your breasts, then back down to your hips, moving around your pubic area teasingly.
"Yes," you breathe, finally answering his question.
"Close your eyes," he whispers, resting his lips against your cheek.
His fingers now walk up your inner thigh, then jump to the next one to do the same, slower this time, purposely making you squirm beneath him, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you try and shuffle your way down to his hand.
"Stop moving," he chuckles, nudging his nose against yours.
"I really need you," you exhale, your voice thick with desperation.
"Look at me," he says, suddenly sounding serious, and you open your eyes, "say that again."
"I really need you," you repeat, almost breathless. He licks his lips slowly, then two fingers slide inside you, his thumb finding your sensitive nub straight away.
"Tell me what you need me to do," he groans, the feeling of how wet you were already making him stiff against the outside of your thigh. He leans down to your face, kissing your cheek softly while you try and form a sentence in your mind to reply with.
"I need you to go faster. Deeper."
He does as you say, his hand pumping as fast as he can, pushing his fingers in up to his knuckles, then he adds another finger, and curls them up as he pulls them out.
"What now?" he asks. A staggered moan leaves your lips, and you slide your hand between your bodies to take a hold of his hard cock, pumping him slowly. You run your thumb around his tip, then spread the first few drips of his excitement down his shaft, and he hisses at the feeling.
"I need you to put that tongue to work," you pant, and he gives you a wink before kissing your lips and taking his hand away from you, licking his fingers clean. He moves down the bed, throwing the covers to one side, and you bring your knees up for him to settle in between your legs, but as he ducks down he hooks your legs over his shoulders and kneels up, bringing your lower half with him so that only your shoulders and head are left in contact with the bed. You straighten out your arms to try and steady yourself as Taron looks down your body at your shocked face, and he takes a deep breath before attaching his mouth to you. His hands grip on to your hips, holding you up in position as he devours you, and you almost scream at the sensations running through your body. There was no escape from it, his tongue was alternating from being inside you to flicking over your clit, and every now and again he'd pull back with a loud sucking noise, quickly pushing his face back into you afterwards, making you shake.
"Fuck! Taron! It's too much!" you cry out, unable to pull back at all. His eyes crease at the corners as he smiles at you while his tongue works around your nub, and you know he's not going to ease up. Your arse starts to shake as you feel yourself tightening up, and your legs jolt his shoulders as you let go, the feel of Taron's tongue delving inside you only prolonging your orgasm. He finally disconnects from you, his mouth red and swollen after his hard work, and he gets a hold of your calves, gently lowering you down his body, your pussy dragging down his chest and over his member.
Before you can even take a breath, he's sliding inside you, filling you completely and making your hands grip fistfuls of the sheets beneath you. His hands land either side of your shoulders as his chest rocks back and forth above you, his eyes fixed on yours as he watches your face contort with pleasure, and eventually you release one hand to place on his torso, feeling his muscles as he moves. You run your hand up and down his toned body, then up and around to the back of his neck, gently pulling him down to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips easily as you moan at the sensation of a new angle.
"Taron..." you mumble against his mouth.
"Yeah?" he replies, still kissing you sloppily, the tang of your own taste still lingering on his tongue.
"Ah!" you groan, his hips thrusting into you quicker, "...later."
"Mmkay."
You start to lift your hips to meet his, your skin slapping against each other loudly now, spurring you on even further. He was almost slipping out of you completely, but he pushed back in harder, your juices mixing and making everything slick, making a small patch on the sheets and spreading to his balls as he smacked into you. He pushes himself back up again, needing air as his breathing quickens, and with a few more pushes he's done, his cock twitching inside you as it spills everything. He rides it out, then finds another jolt of energy, getting you to come undone beneath him yet again, your walls closing in around him tightly as you call out his name. He soon collapses beside you, his chest heaving as tries to get his breath back, and you chuckle lightly as you turn to look at him.
"Alright there?" you breathe.
"Just about," he laughs, "what did you wanna say earlier?"
"Can't remember. Not even sure of my own name right now," you shrug.
"Well I definitely know mine after the amount of times you said it," he smirks.
"Think your neighbours heard?"
"Oh, definitely. There's a single guy next door, he's probably having wank right now."
"Glad I could be of service then."
"Well I'm not! You're mine!"
"Am I now?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Absolutely. Completely and utterly mine," he growls with a wink.
"I can live with that."
"Good," he smiles, then stifles a yawn.
"Close your eyes, think we've earned a lay in after all that," you say, stroking his hair back.
"Hmm," he hums, closing his eyes.
When Taron wakes, he automatically reaches out for you, but only finds an empty space next to him, and he opens his eyes fully to see an empty room. He frowns a little, upset that you'd leave him, but gets up and walks out to the kitchen to find you standing in one of his shirts from the pile on his chair. It was a little wrinkled, and baggy on your figure, but when you stood in front of the window, the sun shone through it, highlighting your hidden curves underneath. He bites his lower lip lightly as he walks up behind you, the soft curve of the bottom of your arse peeking out from the hem, and he places his hands gently on your cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze to make you squeal.
"Taron!" you laugh, "you scared the hell out of me!"
"Don't leave me alone in bed then," he whispers against the skin of your neck.
