The Stars | Aaron Hotchner

Chapter 31: Of Neptune Part Three

When your voice was shaky, the only word in your vocabulary being "Aaron" and a series of mewls, moans, and squeals, he gave you reprieve by migrating down to your entrance, gently probing the opening. The ring of muscles gave way easily as he dipped his tongue in, wiggling it around and eliciting a strangled garble from your throat.

Drawing from your first time together, and from knowing you, he figured he needed to up his bedroom talk game.

He pulled back, forcing your thighs wider and lowered his voice, though it was already rough from everything that had happened. "I bet you love it when I violate you like this, spreading your legs wide... and it's all for me, isn't it?"

God, you fucking loved this man. It's like he knew exactly what you needed and wanted in, and out, of the bedroom. You sobbed with the overload on your senses and you knew you were close. Your thoughts all returned to Aaron, desperate for his praise and to show your love for him between your heaving breaths.

"Yes yes, only for you, love— so good, make me, feel so, so good..."

Crescents were clawed into your thighs as he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue probing deeper and further as you opened up to his skilled tongue. You couldn't believe he recently learned all of this, even as you did as he promised, his name on your lips with every breath as he built up the pace of his thrusts, fucking you with his tongue. You were sure things were already as great as they could possibly be.

But then you let yourself look and he was on his knees with his ass propped in the air as he ate you out and he was surprising you yet again as he curled against your g-spot as you had the bright and clear thought of fucking him from behind with a strap and then you were seeing white as you experienced the the most intense orgasm one could only dream of.

Your fingers curled into his hair as your walls convulsed around his tongue, still pistoning into you as he drew out your climax. You felt him moan against you as you gripped his hair, confirming he liked to have his hair pulled, just like you.

Time stood still as the only thing filling your head was pleasure, and you vaguely felt Aaron cleaning you up with his tongue. Your arms gave out under you as you rode the rest of your high, legs shaking until he gently straightened them to rest on the bed. Your head was filled with cotton and your throat was growing sore as the haze of your orgasm cleared up. When you were able to see straight again, your heels were gone and Aaron was kneeling as his gaze travelled your form.

His chin shined with your essence, clear slick mixed with your cream. It was an oddly attractive sight, and you grew aroused again as his tongue darted out to lick it off. Whatever he left behind, he stared you in the eyes with hunger as he collected the rest with a swipe of his thumb, emphatically sucking the last of your fluids into his mouth.

Before you could even process what you were doing, you slipped your leg between Aaron's and used your training to flip him. He bounced a little against the mattress at the sudden impact, and you used his moment of disorientation to guide his hardened length into you.

You groaned in unison as you sunk onto him, your weak legs sliding apart on the sheets and inadvertently slamming your hips against his. It wasn't exactly a terrible idea, but you were definitely still too sensitive and uncoordinated to ride him as promised. You let him know you needed a moment, and he accepted, using the time to tuck a pillow under his head to watch you and take a breather himself.

Though you couldn't move your hips, you craved Aaron's kisses and leaned over to get what you wanted. You hissed when he bucked further into you, but he immediately apologized.

"Shit, are you okay, babe?"

You nodded while still wincing, "Yeah, just, don't move yet, please."