Duty(55)

“Why do you think I bought it?” I tease him, unsnapping the shorts I'd changed into for dinner. “I was hoping to see you adjusting your trunks all afternoon.”

“Oh, you had me doing that for sure,” he says, unsnapping his jeans and pushing them down, his cock bobbing as he frees it. He's already half-hard, and I feel warm tingles between my legs looking at him as he pulls his shirt off. Reading the desire in my eyes, he pulls me close and kisses me, his hands pushing my shorts off. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls me tighter, his fingers sliding inside my panties to squeeze my ass.

Aaron lets me go and steps into the shower stall, one of the most luxurious parts of the whole room. It's big and glass-walled, with twin shower heads that you can adjust, and Aaron turns on the water, washing himself while the steam starts to obscure the walls. “You joining me?”

His question breaks my paralysis, and I quickly pull my clothes off and step inside, sighing happily as the warm water runs over my skin. The afternoon was warm enough, but once the sun went down, it got a little chilly, and winter is coming soon enough. Aaron's glistening, the water running over his chiseled body, and I feel my desire increase as I see his cock rise up to full hardness as he looks at me.

“You know, no man has ever made me feel sexy, desired, and respected the way you do,” I tell him, taking his cock in my hand and kissing him. I pump his shaft slowly, until he takes my wrist in his grip, stopping me. “What?”

“I want to wash you first,” he says, smiling.

I nod and step back, reluctantly letting go. Aaron takes the soap from the dish and rubs it between his hands, then he sets it aside and starts with my forearms. In long, sweeping strokes, he rubs the suds over my skin, working up my arms to my shoulders and then down my back, massaging with his thumbs as his fingers work their magic. I relax into the feeling, luxuriating in the pampering. I push back into his hands slightly when he reaches my waist, but then he stops, chuckling. “Not yet.”

He kneels on the granite floor of the stall, taking the soap again and washing my legs, rubbing my calves and up the inside, my anticipation building as he brings his soapy hands closer and closer to my *, cleaning my thighs. I'm trembling and gasping, and I put my hands on his head, urging him. “Please . . .”

Aaron hums and sets the soap aside, rinsing me and his hands before running his fingers up my hamstrings and grabbing my ass, pulling me to his mouth. His tongue parts the wet lips of my * easily, trembles of ecstasy erupting deep inside me as he licks me all the way up to my clit before flicking his tongue over the tip, fireworks of pleasure exploding behind my eyeballs with every sweep. “Aaron.”

He stays on his knees, supporting me with his strong hands as I lean against the glass wall of the stall, unable to fully stand as his tongue licks and nibbles on my *, teasing my clit over and over with quick little caresses that threaten to make me collapse. It feels so good.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” I moan, pulling his head tighter against my * as he licks harder and faster. I thought at first he wanted to just tease me, but he's showing no mercy, his tongue swallowing me whole. His hands and fingers squeeze my ass, and when I feel his index finger press against my *, I moan deeply. How does he know? In my darkest, deepest fantasies, I've wanted him there, and as his finger slips inside, I groan, hungry for more.

Aaron hums, licking my * while his finger slides deeper inside, wiggling and loosening me until I'm trembling, so close to coming I can barely see. “Please.” I'm begging, wanting that last taste. “Please.”

His tongue flicks on my clit one more time, and I come, my ass tightening on his finger as I suck him deeper inside, needing him to complete me. I groan and hold his head close while I ride out my orgasm, my legs trembling as he supports me the whole time, sucking the warm, steamy air into my lungs and letting it out as sounds of pure pleasure.

When it finishes, I sigh happily, looking down on him. “That was a first.”

“How was it?” Aaron asks, looking up at me. His finger is still inside, and I squat down a little, grinning.

“I've always wondered what it’d be like for you to f*ck my ass,” I tease, willing him in deeper. “Think you can go to the final frontier?”

“If we wash afterward,” Aaron says, grinning. “I never tried before because I didn't want to scare you.”

“Honey, you never scare me,” I growl, standing up. Aaron's finger slips free, and I turn around, sticking my ass out at him. “Just go slow. It’s my first time. Do we have any lubricant?”

Aaron nods, and we shut off the water, drying quickly before I saunter across the room toward the bed, wiggling my ass from side to side as I feel his eyes locked on my body, making me feel powerful and desired. I reach the bed and lie down, spreading my legs and beckoning. “Don’t make me wait.”

Aaron comes over then stops, going to his bags, where he takes out a tube of lubricant. “It's a bit old, but it should do the trick,” he says, showing it to me. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't,” I promise, taking his cock in my hand and pumping it slowly. “I’m not a dainty little princess, remember?”

Aaron smiles and gets between my legs and lifts my hips until my * is exposed, trembling in the cool room air as he slides a pillow under me so I’m slightly off the bed. He squeezes a little bit of lube onto his fingers and rubs it into my *, and I moan. It feels good. “Oh, yes . . .”