TJ Michaels

Aaron flipped open the phone and held it out to her, then changed his mind, realizing he would have to release her hands.

“Tell me the number,” he ground out. His erection, pressed tight against his zipper, bordered on pain.

“What? You want me to think now?” she protested.

A self-satisfied smile spread over his face. So she couldn’t think, eh? Good. He’d make sure she was flat-out mindless as soon as the phone call was made. She would think of no one but him. Not Trefor, not Marc. Nobody. Just him.

Deliberately teasing her, grinding his cock against her fluttering belly, he said again, “The number, Reya. Tell it to me.”

She spit out the numbers between gasps. He keyed it in, and held the phone against her ear while his mouth played with her skin.

“H-Hello? Hi, this is…oh god!” she screeched, when he’d given her a full, open mouthed lick from her collarbone up to her ear. “T-This is Reya Daines. Sorry, I, I’ll need you to…Jesus!” He bit the sensitive spot on her shoulder. “I c-can’t make it to my dive appointment. Please have Shelly down in Hopkins take the crew out for me. She’s on stand by, thankfully.”

Aaron disconnected the call, tossed the phone into the grass next to her duffel and pulled her hard against his body. She felt so good, and he’d missed her so much he just couldn’t hold himself back or away from her any longer.

“Baby, I’ve missed you the past couple of days. Take your shirt off. If I do it, I’ll rip it to shreds.”

“Then rip it,” she whispered. Her gray eyes, so much like his, gleamed with passion.

He grabbed the top of her shirt and buttons flew in all directions as it fell open and hung loosely about her shoulders. He fell on her like a parched man who’d just discovered a fresh cool drink of water and kissed her everywhere his lips could reach. Her lush, swollen breasts boasted nipples like chocolate candies, her skin like silken cocoa. And it was all his.

So attuned to her arousal, he felt every shudder, every quiver as he all but devoured her until she was a moaning, whimpering mass of want. Kneading her breasts in his large hands, Aaron’s mouth moved from one to the other, tasting, sucking, until her knees knocked together.

“Aaron,” she gasped. “Oh, god, baby I need more. Please…”

Down on his knees now, he unbuttoned her camo pants and slid them down to her ankles. Her strong fingers tangled in his hair as her body undulated like waves breaking over a sandy beach, rushing and eager for fulfillment. He’d always been into the Barbie doll type, but after Reya, he could never go back to such skinny fare. The flare of Reya’s ample hips held him in thrall, reaching east and west below a trim waist. And so luscious, he wanted nothing more than to slide into her until she was stuffed full of him.

“I love your body, Reya, your wide hips, your big firm ass. And your stomach, all lean and toned. A man would kill for your washboard abs. But…” he paused, kissing a path down to the cropped mound of her woman’s place, “Most of all, I love your pussy. It’s like a Dove ice cream bar. Dark chocolate on the outside, creamy and sweet on the inside.”

His mouth slid between her dewy lips, latched onto her clit, and sucked for all he was worth. She screamed.

When her knees buckled her caught her, lifted her high and ground his jean covered erection against her wet mound. Slamming his mouth down over hers he savored her deep moan as she tasted herself on his tongue. It was the most erotic dance he’d ever experienced. But his woman was insatiable. She wanted more, and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

“Aaron, oh baby. Please. Now.” Her words pulled at his gut. She was ravenous, starving. Her fingers reached down to massage the bulge in his pants, and then a harsh groan emanated from deep in his chest as she unerringly yanked open his belt and unbuttoned his jeans in short order.

“I want you. Deep. Right now,” she breathed, each word sending a jolt of sensation directly to his much-too-tight balls.

“You want it? Then take it.”