Page 80 of One Timer With A Wingman

The front door opens and I try to keep my noise level down. But Aaron inserts a finger inside me and begins to pump. Hot sparks erupt inside me as he licks me and fingers me at the same time.

“It’s too much. I can’t stay quiet,” I pant breathlessly. “Please, Aaron, I’m going to come. They’re all going to hear.”

“I’m not stopping, Briar. I don’t care who hears. You’re mine and so are your orgasms,” he declares.

I don’t know what I did to deserve Aaron Murray. Right now, my body feels greedy with need as he pushes me over the edge. All I can focus on is the ecstasy that awaits me. When he picks up speed with his finger and tongue, I cry out, forgetting where I am and who is listening. I fall into bliss as Aaron pushes me over the edge. But the orgasm doesn’t sate me. I need more right away, so as I come down from the orgasm, I pull him beside me. He takes me into his strong arms and I bury my face in his neck, taking in the scent of his skin. I open my eyes to see his cock bobbing against his stomach. I sit up and straddle him.

He takes hold of my breasts in his hands and tweaks my nipples with his fingers. My back arches from his touch. The pregnancy has made me extra sensitive. I reach down to guide him inside me and I begin to move.

Aaron groans. “I missed being inside you.”

“I didn’t think our fling left an impression,” I say to him as I rock my hips against him. This is my insecurities speaking. I can’t seem to hide them from him right now.

“Punta Cana was the best sex of my life, Briar. I thought you felt the same way, but then you made it clear we should keep quiet about our fling, so I followed your lead.”

He isn’t wrong about that. His hips thrust as he moves deeper inside me. It’s a weird convo to be having during sex.

“It was the best sex of my life too,” I confess. “Obviously you know that from all the orgasms you delivered.”

He gives me a proud smile. His face scrunches as he shifts and buries himself deeper inside me.

“No more talking,” he grunts.

“Ah,” I cry out as my hips move in rhythm with his. I lean forward on him and my breasts rub against his bare chest. They aren’t small anymore so they have a bounce to them too. Aaron grabs hold of my ass and pushes me down harder on his cock. My eyes fall shut as ecstasy takes over. The bed is bouncing and the headboard is hitting the wall, but I don’t care about any of it. Aaron’s cock is rubbing me in all the right places. I cry out, falling over the edge. Aaron falls with me, spilling inside me. The feeling of him coming spurs me on. I feel myself squeezing his cock tight. The look of ecstasy on his face is almost too much. I fall limp on his chest and he holds me in his arms as we both catch our breath. He kisses my temple sweetly and stays buried inside me. After a good ten minutes of us just reveling, I move beside him and yawn.

“Have I fucked you tired?” He laughs.

I laugh too. “I’m afraid so.”

I fall asleep in Aaron’s arms, where I feel safe.He’s perfect,I think. But nothing is ever perfect. Still, I am too weak to stop whatever is happening between us. Instead, I allow myself to fall deeper.

I wake to the sound of Aaron’s alarm. My back is pressed to his front and he has an arm draped over me. I press my behind into his cock and feel myself growing needy.

“I could get very used to you waking up next to me,” he says. His words cause a sense of elation and fear in me, but right now something else is driving me. I press my behind into his cock again. He’s got morning wood and the thought makes me very wet. He reaches around and dips his hand between my thighs. He rubs his finger along my seam.

“So wet.” I feel him rubbing up against my behind.

“I want you inside me,” I moan half-asleep.

He moves and guides himself inside me from behind. With one hand he holds on to my hips as he thrusts inside me, while the other hand is still between my thighs. He’s rubbing my clit in circles while thrusting inside me. We are both breathing fast in no time. My heart ricochets as he drives me higher and higher. We are hungry for each other, just like we were back in paradise when we thought this was a fling. Only now we are more. We are familiar. I know the sounds he makes when he’s close to coming.

“I’m so close,” I say to him.

He increases pressure on my clit with his thumb as his cock rocks inside me. I go off like a rocket, pressing and rubbing unabashedly against him. Thrusting harder and faster until I feel him stiffen and come inside me. The sound of our breaths and my heartbeat is all I hear. When I cry out, Aaron groans and presses into me harder.

We fuck until we are both breathless. Aaron turns to pick up his phone. He checks the time.

“Shit. I’m going to be late for morning skate.”

“Sorry.” I wince.

“Don’t ever be sorry for wanting me. Sorry I have to run.” He leans on top of me and kisses my mouth. Then he is searching for his boxers on the floor. He slips them on and puts on the T-shirt he was wearing under his sweater last night.

“I’ll be in touch later,” he says.

“Have a good skate,” I yawn.

He leaves. I hear the guys walking around getting ready to leave, but my sleepiness overtakes me and I fall back to sleep.

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