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“You’re naked with that heat between your legs pressed against my thigh while you kiss and touch me,” I pointed out. “What is there to not like about that?”
Aria rolled her hips, her lips parting slightly as she did. As one of her hands floated down toward my hip, she replied, “I wanted to be sure.”
“That look in your eyes tells me you’ve got a plan for us this morning.”
Her hand moved in from my hip, curled around my cock, and squeezed. “I think it’s good to a have a plan. Don’t you?”
The corners of my mouth tipped up into a grin. “I guess that depends on what’s on the agenda. Why don’t you tell me about it?”
She squirmed against my thigh, her grip tightening around my length, and her nails on the opposite hand biting into my flesh. After she ran her pretty, pink tongue along her upper lip, she countered, “Wouldn’t it be better to show you?”
“So, a demonstration?”
“I like the word exhibition better, but you can call it what you like.”
Last night, Aria had revealed that being so forward and honest about whatever was on her mind never came easily. She seemed to believe I was partly responsible for that change in her, but I wondered if it had been there all along.
Watching her now, listening to what she was saying while she moved her body on top of mine, it seemed impossible she’d kept this all bottled up for so long. Why hadn’t she been able to be herself?
I might have taken the time to consider an actual answer to that question, but the reality was that I couldn’t quite focus on anything other than what she was doing to me and how fortunate I felt to be the one who got to see this side of her.
My dick was so hard it hurt, aching for her to stroke me or put me inside her. Whether she used her mouth or her pussy, I didn’t care. But as my hands balled into fists, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back much longer.
I had a feeling Aria knew what she was doing to me, because she stayed exactly how she was and watched me without a word and a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
Two could play that game.
Unclenching my fist, I reached for her breast. Cupping it in my hand, my thumb stroked lightly over her nipple as I lifted my thigh slightly to apply more pressure against her clit.
Aria bit her lip, a useless attempt to stifle her moan.
And when I knew I’d gotten her in the same state she’d brought me to, I didn’t even attempt to hide my smile.
Recognizing I was going to take her where she had seemed intent on taking me to first, Aria pulled her torsoback just far enough where I couldn’t reach. Then, even though she kept her legs parted over my thigh, she scooted down my leg, stopping just above my knee.
The next thing I knew, I was watching as she lowered her mouth to the tip of my cock. She pressed a soft kiss there before swirling her tongue around the head. The muscles in my abdomen were twitching with anticipation. There was the overwhelming desire to curl my hand around the back of her head to hold her in place as I thrust my hips up and fucked her mouth. In time, we’d have that.
For now, I wanted her to be able to give whatever she felt keen on giving. And it seemed she realized at that moment that I intended to hold back. Because she smiled at me appreciatively before she delivered.
It was a new exercise in restraint once Aria got started. No more than a few minutes into it, I was worried I might not last long enough to enjoy all that Aria’s talented mouth was capable of.
Fuck, she was incredible.
Everything was perfect. It was wet with lots of suction. Aria was moaning, her hips moving against my thigh, and she was focused on what she was doing. Eager to deliver something exceptional.
Aria alternated her pace—fast, slow, fast again. She used her tongue, her lips, and her hands. Her enthusiasm mixed with the wetness between her legs on my thigh took things to the next level. She built me up expertly.
When I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer if she continued, I did an ab curl and reached for her. I dragged her up my body.
“Paxton!” she gasped. “I wasn’t done. What are you?—”
“Sit on my face,” I demanded, urging her there.
With her understanding of what I wanted, Aria took a seat on my face, and I went to town. My fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass while my mouth devoured her, tasting and loving every drop.
Her body shuddered over mine, her fingers sliding into my hair. “Oh,” she moaned, her hips bucking as I offered a slow swirl and flick of my tongue over her clit. I did it again before I returned to sucking and licking.
God, she tasted incredible.