Finding Sunshine (15 page)

It’s the perfect afternoon.

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“Are you sure you want to do this here?” Aaron teases, staring up at me from where I’m straddling his naked chest. We’ve spent the last fifteen minutes groping each other on his bed like teenagers.

I want—no,
need
—more.

“Aaron.
I need you
,” I whisper, raising my arms and pulling my shirt off, tossing it aside. “Plus, it feels kind of naughty, being down here in the basement having sex on your sofa bed.” I smile, running my hand along his neck.

“I like naughty.” He grins broadly up at me, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

After an early dinner of a delicious homemade chicken pot pie, Aaron and I headed down to the privacy of his room and his bed.

Executing a drool worthy ab crunch, where I can’t help but touch his flexing muscles, Aaron sits up and wraps an arm around my waist. The action brings my sex into contact with his hardness. I gasp at the primal feel and grind myself down onto him.

Aaron’s breath catches and he breathes out, “Fuck,” before sliding his hands past the waist of my boyfriend-style jeans and into my pants, grabbing my bottom with a rough squeeze.

I groan as he holds me captive against him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as my sex liquefies in pleasure.

“Would you like me to spank you again?” he asks hotly, rubbing and squeezing my backside.

“Yes,” I groan.

“
Are you sure?
” he whispers in my ear, nipping at my earlobe.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly, struggling against his hold to rub our bodies together. I watch as his eyes darken, a sign of his desire that I’m becoming very familiar with.

Pinning my center against his hardness, he asks, “When I spank you, should I bend you over the end of the bed, or hold you over my knee?”

“Aaron, please,” I hear myself whimper agitatedly.

I need to move.

Answering my plea, Aaron begins slowly—
torturously
—rocking me against his body, bringing me closer and closer to climax.

“How does my woman want me to redden her perfect ass?” he asks, squeezing me roughly. I wouldn’t be surprised if I have imprints of his fingers there tomorrow.

And I love it.

Tucking my face into his neck, I nip at his ear and whisper, “Over your knee.”

“
Yes
,” Aaron growls, his voice betraying his interest. “Maybe I’ll bend you over my knee, and spank you until you come. Could I make you come just by smacking your gorgeous ass?”

“Probably,” I laugh shakily, filling with need as I imagine his strong hands swatting my backside.

“I know you like to be finger fucked. So maybe I’ll spank you until I’m satisfied, then finger fuck you hard and fast until
you
come,” he says, his voice teasing.

The images he’s conjuring up have me nipping at his shoulder and gripping his hair tighter, and soon we both moan with need.

Aaron then moves his hand from my jeans and, taking my arms, pulls them slightly off of his shoulders. I can now see the dark blue of his eyes and the passion sparking in them. Reaching behind me, he unclasps my bra with ease and after slowly peeling the straps down my shoulders. Shedding it quickly, it soon joins our shirts on the floor.

His hands glide slowly up my waist, until they are cupping my breasts. I sigh with pleasure and lean into the feeling.

“
So beautiful
,” he whispers, gently squeezing and pulling my nipples, making me moan. Spurred on by my reaction, he continues his wonderfully torturous pulling and twisting.

"Y-yes," I gasp, my sex flooding and pulsing with need as he draws an erect nipple roughly into his mouth, sucking deeply.

“Aaron,” I moan loudly, leaning into him and running my hands through his thick hair, my nails scratching at his scalp. Aaron uses his teeth to tug on my nipple harder, making me gasp and cream with want.

“Please,” I beg, running my hands along his shoulders and rocking our sexes together.

“Please, what?” he asks, releasing my breast. Fisting my hair in one hand, he tilts my head to nip and suck on my neck, leaving his mark on my skin. “What does my woman want?”

“You,” I breathe, moving against him. My aching nipples rub against his hard chest, making me gasp. “I need
you
.”

I cry out in surprise as I’m suddenly flipped onto my back, with Aaron looming over me. His heated gaze tells me that he has me exactly where he wants me.
Under him.
At his mercy.

He leans down and takes my mouth in a wet, leisurely kiss, allowing us to taste each other completely. I restlessly run my hands along his shoulders and use my legs to pull his body closer.

Releasing my mouth, Aaron begins trailing kisses along my neck and on the tops of my breasts, where he mumbles, “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

“Me too,” I say, reaching down to stroke his hardness through his jeans.“I mean—I can’t wait to tast
e—
you.
”

“Is that something you like to do?” he asks, moaning at my firm touch.

“I guess?”

“That isn’t an answer. You need to be honest with me,” he says, pulling my teasing hand away. “I don’t want you to do
anything
you don’t enjoy doing.”

“
I
　enjoy doing it,” I admit, grinning. Then I add tentatively, “I just don’t think I’m very good at it.”

“I have no doubt that you’re talented at anything you put your mind to. But as they say, practice makes perfect, and you can practice on my cock anytime,” he says, grinning down at me with a teasing glint in his eyes.

I reach up and weave my fingers through his thick hair, pulling him down into a plundering kiss.

“That’s very generous of you,” I reply breathlessly against his lips.

“Anything for you, Sunshine,” Aaron says, moving down to suck on the spot on my neck that has me moaning loudly. “Is your pussy wet for me?”

“Y-yes!” I gasp as he moves his hand down to cup and stroke my denim-covered sex. Teasing me, like I had done to him.

“Do you like that?” he asks, sucking on my neck while he rubs his palm over my core.

“Yes,” I moan, moving against his hand as we discover a slow rhythm. “Please, Aaron.”

“Tell me what you want me to do, Sunshine.”

“I want your mouth on me,” I laugh nervously.

“You want me to eat your pussy until you come, gasping and screaming my name?” he asks, a sparkle dancing in his darkened blue eyes.

“Yes!”

“Tell me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to make me
come
,” I say, grinning up at him.

“My good girl can do better than that,” he says with a grin, moving to taste his way down my torso. My muscles quiver with every delicate flick of his tongue.

When he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he looks up from where his chin is resting on my pelvis and says, “These have got to go, Sunshine. I need you naked.”

I reach down to unsnap my jeans. Pulling down the zipper, I begin trying to wiggle out of them. Raising himself up to kneel on the bed next to me, Aaron takes them by the waist and pulls them all the way down, along with my panties, in one smooth motion. He then helps me kick them off and tosses them onto the floor.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he says almost reverently, moving his body back between my thighs.

My heart leaps in my throat as I watch him gaze, for the first time, at my completely naked body. I’ve been naked before in front of men, but this feels different somehow—
more intimate
. His eyes seem to burn into my skin, as if he can see straight through to my soul.

“God you’re gorgeous.” He lowers himself down to kiss my hip and nip at the sensitive skin, sending a tingle of pleasure through me.

For several long minutes, he teases me mercilessly licking, kissing, and nibbling on my inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where I need him most.

Where I’m aching for him.

Finally, he moves his hands and spreads my thighs open, nuzzling my sex and saying, “You smell like sunshine.”

His warm breath on my wet skin makes me shudder, and I reach down to tangle my hands in his soft hair. Raising my knees to place my feet flat on the bed, I rock my pulsing core into his face, silently begging him.

“Tell me what you want,” he says in a teasing tone that has me growling in frustration. The puff of warm air from his laughter only makes my desire become almost painful.

“I want my man to feast on my vajayjay,” I tease back, pushing my sex suggestively into his face.

“Whatever my woman wants, she gets,” Aaron laughs, sliding one hand under my bottom and lifting me up further. He uses his other hand to spread my folds before his mouth descends.

I gasp and cream as he sucks and nips my nub. I feel his chuckle reverberating against me, adding to the sensations I’m already lost in.

“
Delicious
,” he whispers hoarsely, lapping and sucking up my juices. Arching my back and fisting his hair, I attempt to move closer.

Aaron’s rough tongue probes my sex, while both wondrously and painfully he pinches and tugs on my nub.

“So close,” I gasp, feeling myself tighten in anticipation of the pleasure to come. I whimper in protest as my bottom is lowered back onto the bed.

“Don’t stop,” I beg breathlessly.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” Aaron coos, moving his hands to pin my hips to the bed. He uses his tongue to tease my nub in hard, fast strokes that leave me gasping for air.

Goddess, his tongue is strong!

Heat flashes through my body, and I fist his hair and cry out his name as I come hard and fast. Aaron continues to work my nub, prolonging the pleasure as his fingers enter my drenched sex and my inner muscles continue to twitch.

“You taste so good. If I’m not careful, I’m going to become addicted to your pussy, Sunshine,” he says, moving back up my body.

“That’s fine by me,” I affirm, giving him a smile.

Framing my head with his forearms, Aaron kisses me hotly. Letting me taste myself on his lips, he explores my mouth with his hot tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck and move my legs to circle his waist, pulling him in closer. I moan when I feel his hard-on pressing against my stomach.

Golly he feels good!

“Should I spank or fuck you now?” he asks, rubbing our bodies together pleasurably.

“You can spank me later,” I say with a grin, tilting my hips up into his encouragingly.

“Sounds like a plan.” Pulling away, Aaron crawls back down the bed and stands at the end of it.

I raise myself onto my elbows to watch him strip. The zipper of his jeans is slowly pulled down. His large hands push them over his narrow hips and along his muscular legs, taking his boxers down with them. Aaron slowly bends to pull his feet out of his jeans, taking his time. Standing up, he rummages through the pockets of the discarded pants to find a condom, and tosses it onto the end of the bed. The clothing falls to the floor.

“Is this what you want?” Aaron asks, stroking himself several times. I can see his excitement leaking from the tip as he fists his manhood. It twitches and pulses in his hand.

“Yes,” I say, raising my knees so my feet are flat on the bed and spread my legs in invitation.

Picking up the condom wrapper, he tears it open. I watch breathlessly as he slowly slides it down his hard length.

His eyes are predatory as he crawls slowly up the bed.

Coming between my thighs.

Covering me with his body.

Moving his weight from his hands and onto his forearms, he presses his body gently onto mine. I reach for his hips and moan, as I feel his hard length press against my aching, wet sex.

Moving against me in painfully leisurely strokes, he asks, “Does this feel good?”

“We’d both enjoy it a lot more if you were inside,” I say with a smile. Reaching down to stroke his hardness, I direct the tip into my aching core.

Aaron grabs my hand, and then pushes his way slowly inside, forcing my inner muscles to accommodate his thick shaft.

“Like this?” he asks on a groan.

“Yes,” I say, grabbing his bottom and attempting to pull him further inside.

“Fuck. You feel good,” he gasps in my ear, once he’s buried deep. He grinds our pelvises together, sparking pleasure in my nub.

“Please,” I beg, attempting to get him to move.

“What do you need?” he asks, chuckling.

“
Move
,” I say agitatedly, smacking his bottom in frustration.

“Hey now. Remember, I’m the one that does the spanking,” Aaron laughs. He pulls back slowly, almost coming out completely before he slams himself back in, creating fireworks throughout my body.