I screamed when, for whatever godforsaken reason, that triggered my orgasm. The wail that escaped me was compounded by heavy grunts as I carried on grinding my pussy into his face, uncaring and oblivious, unashamed to chase my pleasure at that moment, more than I’d ever been in my life.
As I soared, he carried on, teasing me and taunting me, not stopping until I was a panting mess and was pulling away from him.
I arched up, evading that goddamn motor mouth, and I sobbed out, "No more, Aidan, no more!!!" When I saw his evil smirk, I wagged a finger at him. "No more orgasms." Then, realizing what I’d said, I quickly muttered, "For five minutes."
His smirk turned into a grin. "I don’t know, I’d hate for you to think that I didn’t listen to your needs." He grabbed the tie and pulled it tight, making me arch higher. "Get that pussy back on my face."
I moaned. "N-No."
He growled and I sobbed, but I almost flopped down, and this time, I realized he’d done something that meant his tongue was straight on my clit because the tie was digging into my labia in a way that hurt, but it made blood gather throughout my sex, making me hyper aware of the area as I squirmed on him.
There was no pretty way to describe the sounds that flooded around the room. If anyone could hear, they’d think a cat in heat was being bred or something, but sweet Jesus, the man’s mouth was a crime against nature in the best possible way.
As he dragged on my clit with his teeth, I yelped and that set me off so hard and so fast I sobbed as I rocked against him, using his fucking nose to help prolong the delicious agony.
When he thrust a finger inside me, managing to work one into my slit, I growled when he pushed down hard on the front wall of my pussy. All the while, he rubbed down against it, until I felt the weirdest sensation.
A squeal escaped me, and this time, I didn’t just try to haul ass, I nearly flung myself off him as the weirdest urge hit me.
It was like...
Jesus.
No.
I didn’t need to pee.
But he wasn’t letting me go, so when I moved, it just increased the pressure of his finger against the front wall of my pussy.
I felt it.
The second it slid free from me, I felt it and I blushed bright red then blanched with mortification. It poured out of me in a high pressured spurt, and that was when it hit me and I almost sagged with relief, never mind painful pleasure.
It wasn’t pee.
I’d squirted.
Onto his face.
His face.
And from the sounds Aidan was making, he was into it.
Big time.
I’d never felt like a meal before, but that was exactly what was happening here. I was being eaten out. What other guys had done to me was the dieting equivalent of having your pussy licked. This was a full on banquet. I was appetizer, entree, and goddamn dessert. Maybe even after-dinner coffee too.
As he munched on me, I felt electric sparks start at the base of my spine, and then it came again. That weird feeling, and like he knew, the fucker, he pressed another two fingers inside me. The added pressure had me screeching, but there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. He ground them against that pleasure spot, the one in my ass pushing down hard too, not stopping until I felt the release and I felt it trickle onto his face.
I’d never been more mortified and more turned on in my life, and those were two such discordant reactions that I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Aidan did.
Before the embarrassment could hit, he got busy, sending me to the stars again, engaging my mind and not just my body.
I was suddenly soaring around a solar system that he’d built for me alone, and all the while, I knew just how fucked up this man was because his tongue had to be part-Cyborg.
When minutes, hours, decades, centuries later, he let me back down again, I realized I was sobbing. That was why he’d stopped. Big sniffly gulps had escaped me as my sensitized body shuddered through another orgasm.
After pulling out of me which triggered another mini-climax, his hands came to my ass cheeks and he helped me move.
My thighs were like spaghetti, limp and overcooked, and every muscle in my body ached like I’d endured a four-hour HIIT class.
When I flopped on top of him where he wanted me, making my sore wrist ache slightly with the force of the move, his cock prodded my slit and took my mind away from such plebeian thoughts. I felt it, felt the thickness of it, knew what that felt like inside me, and I realized something weird.
I wanted him to fill me up.
I wanted his come inside me, dripping down.
I wanted it...
Jesus.
I wanted to put my pant suit on and have that cum dripping down my thighs as I met his parents.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
He wanted to brand me, and I just wanted to be full of him.
As his cock nestled into my slit, his cautiousness now spoke of how sensitive he knew I was.
Even though he was to blame for my current state, I couldn’t stop myself from crying out, "Aidan?"
"Yes, baby," he hummed, sighing with relief as his cock made its way inside me.
"I-I-I l-l-l-ove y-y-you," I stuttered out as the stark heat of him made me burn up again. I didn’t need him to reply, just needed him to know the truth as I shivered then, a little helplessly, before I pushed myself into a sitting position, using his hard chest and abs to hold me up.
I couldn’t ride him, but I could rock, and I could squirm, and I could feel from the thick pulse inside me how ready he was to burst.
His hands came to my hips, and he helped me grind into him, which was exactly what I needed.
I couldn’t handle my clit being touched, couldn’t handle him rubbing my nipples or doing much with any other part of me, but the way my pussy clung to his shaft was just enough to torment us both.
Panting and sore and tired, I carried on, grabbing onto that thick shaft that was made just for me, not stopping until he hollered his pleasure too.
When his cum filled me, I knew it was impossible, but I’d watched way too much hentai not to think of all that seed dripping down inside me, and I groaned as a tiny orgasm hit me hard, dragging at his cock, milking him of every drop.
Then, when I flopped onto him, and his arms came up to hold me, he gave me the greatest gift of all.
He kissed my temple, and whispered, "I love you too, Savannah."
And that was when I closed my eyes and napped.
Twenty-Nine
Aidan
I let her into the shower and cleaned her up, but I used the nozzle to direct where I needed her clean.
That pussy was staying full of my cum, and she seemed to be into that as well because she didn’t redirect the shower stream.
When I grabbed another necktie, one that wasn’t wet, she let me tie it in the same way even though it wasn’t long enough for full coverage and would pull on her waist.
"The second it gets uncomfortable, tell me."
She blinked sleepy eyes at me. "I’ll tell you."
She wouldn’t. She liked it.
I didn’t tie this one as tight so it was more manageable for at least an hour, but knew I’d have to check on her and make sure that she was doing okay.
The prospect of dragging her into a bathroom at my parents’ home and ‘checking’ on her made my dick twitch, but there was no way she could handle more.