Aaron knew he was holding back. He was desperately clinging onto some semblance of control. It wasnât that he didnât want to completely lose himself in her but he had truly never let go in that way. As much as she was subtly pushing him towards that with each bit of teasing, he didnât want to rush the moment. Even though the prospect of this aspect of their relationship had only become a possibility in very, very, recent moments - he did not want to treat it with any less respect than he did her. Aaron wanted to worship her, reflect the deep feelings he was holding for her in every kiss and touch. Right now, his body wanted to betray all that and utterly lose himself in her. If he wasnât careful, he might miss out on their first moments together in a frenzy of intense passion. Not that he thought she would be at all opposed to that idea. Every gentle urging towards action and moan that slipped from her lips made it hard not to give in to the unspoken demands. Still, he wanted to savor her as much as he could whilst also not leaving any doubt for how much he wanted and needed her. There was no hesitation in the traditional sense, only a mindfulness of how he wanted her to feel. This wasnât something to be rushed. This wasnât some eager encounter that needed to rush to the finish line at the first sign of either of them being satisfied. He intended to put her previously touted stamina to the test in more than one way.Â
As soon as he felt her movement he was happy to go with her as she rolled them. Aaron settled on his back to take in the new view. He looked up at her with a mix of amusement and intensifying desire. There was something deeply attractive about her display of strength and power. He had felt the strength in her muscles beneath his fingertips as heâd grasped her thighs and now heâd gotten to have a small taste of the power behind them.Heâd felt it before, of course, but in the context of a fight for both of their lives. The scramble and ferocity. This was something else entirely and he was more than happy to be along for this particular ride. He didnât resist as she mimicked his previous movements and drew his hands up above his head. A smile lingered on his lips, amused at her teasing game. Aaron groaned softly as she took hold of his length. She hardly gave him a chance to recover as she whispered her command in his ear. She couldâve asked him to do anything and everything and he wouldâve done it for her. Aaron was fairly certain she knew it too. He was far too caught up in her to care. Soft sighs followed as she trailed kisses down him until she finally sat back. As she rose up on her knees he looked down between them, watching as she slipped down on him and he disappeared inside of her. The visual combined with the physical sensation had Aaronâs head pressed back into the mattress, eyes falling shut for just a moment. It took every ounce of his self control not to move his hands from where sheâd left them. His eyes quickly settled on her, not wanting to miss a fraction of a second of his new view. Somewhere in the back of his mind a young Kenny was having his mind absolutely blown. If he was being honest, the present moment Aaron was also experiencing the same. Best show of his life.Â
He watched her, utterly mesmerized as she moved on top of him. It was hard for him to decipher if the physical enjoyment of her movements or the visual of watching her wandering hands over her own body as she rolled her hips, clearly enjoying herself was driving him more crazy. Aaron was more than happy to oblige her as she gave permission for him to move his hands again. To her credit, it had been longer than fifteen seconds but regardless he wasnât about to disobey her. Immediately, his hands came forward to slide up her thighs to settle on her hips. The feel of her hips rolling underneath his fingertips sent a shiver of pleasure through him. âGod, look at you,â his voice barely a whisper as he took in the whole picture of what he was enjoying. Slowly his hands trailed upwards, enjoying the ability to have such unfettered access to her skin. âYouâre so fucking beautiful Roxie,â he managed to murmur out between the sighs of pleasure as he slowly ran his hands up her body. He cupped her breasts tenderly squeezing in line with how sheâd grasped his hand earlier. Thumbs moved to lightly tease her nipples. Touching her as she rolled her hips caused him to moan softly. His hands slowly trailed back down. One settled on her hip and grasped there lightly. He didnât bring his own hips up to meet her or urge her on just yet. She slowly picked up her own tempo and he was frankly enjoying watching her work at her own pace, her hand pressed to his chest as she used him to brace herself. His other hand slipped down further, pressing against the crook of her hip and inside of her thigh. Thumb stretching down to rub against her clit, providing her that little bit more of stimulation for her as she continued to ride him.Â
In another instance, maybe Roxie would've ordered him to keep his hands to himself for longer than fifteen seconds. Maybe she would've actually restrained him just to see how long it would take him to free himself and disobey her. Maybe she'd say 'not until I've had my way with you' and have him weak before letting him have his turn. All of those versions sounded immensely fun but as she settled into her rhythm above him, as she took all of him inside and saw - and felt - him react to her, she knew she'd need him to have his hands on her before long. Everything about this evening from the second she returned in only a towel and his jacket felt like it was a preamble to an inevitable end. She'd been overcharged since the dance began, she needed the friction. She needed him to touch her. She wanted him. She had him. Having his rapt attention, she made sure to stretch languidly and showcase her body as she traced trails over her own skin. It wasn't in an effort to take opportunities away from him, more a chance to provide a roadmap of directions he could take though he was more than welcome to forge his own paths. Her hips moved to an internal soundtrack, picking up pace every now and then but easing into a slow roll from time to time. As she rose she'd contract her inner muscles, squeezing his length as she climbed until just the tip remained and then she'd take him all the way back inside. As her pleasure built, she encouraged him to participate. She knew she'd given him the smallest command possible and he'd outlasted it by a few minutes but in case he was testing his own resolve she made sure he knew to take some initiative. Roxie was glad to find out he was eager, a triumphant smirk gracing her lips as his hands went from being beside his head to immediately on her thighs. Then her hips. She sighed happily, those hands had certainly been a focus of interest especially after he'd written on her skin the night before.
She could feel his fingers clenching at her hips, his body reacting to her just by touching her. The look on his face and the physical reaction combined pulled a soft moan from her throat as she continued her ride. What she was once again ill-prepared for was the utterance from his own lips. Thankfully his hands started to climb as she heard him. God, look at you. Her head fell back as she enjoyed his fingertips gliding over her skin with a louder moan, giving her the chance to hide her misty-eyed reaction to the deeply sincere statement. Roxie enjoyed how it made her feel. It was great, incredible even, and wildly unfamiliar to her. Usually if she was in bed with a man this quickly it wasn't this way. And she knew she could never truly compare her previous times with this one because this one came with a whole host of unseen and recently discovered and yet to be discovered context. And an attraction that felt more like instinct than anything else she could reasonably describe. There'd be time later to unpack how quickly she went from not trusting the man making her feel so incredible to letting him make her feel that way and more. To trusting him with her in such a vulnerable way and welcoming it gladly. He'd pinpointed her most closely guarded weakness and he was using it the way it was meant to be used - and she wasn't certain he knew he was doing it. She'd tried to kill him just a couple of days ago and now she couldn't even fathom how she could ever have done it. Not the man who was looking at her like she was an angel. "Aaron," she moaned, her walls tensing around him involuntarily as he massaged and toyed with her breasts though she couldn't be certain it wasn't because he'd called her beautiful. She glanced down to follow his hands' movements as he trailed back down her body, her hand braced against his chest. Her gaze moved up to meet his as she anticipated his goal as his hand slipped to her thigh and his thumb found its way to her center. She rolled her hips intentionally slow as he pressed his thumb against her clit, a deeply satisfied groan on her lips as the new pressure stoked the growing fire.
Roxie had been aching for him to touch her in many wonderful ways but by far, him feeling just how wet and engaged for him specifically was the top of the list. His thumb against her clit drove her so far passed the threshold she couldn't see the line anymore. If there was any plan to even try to slow herself down now, it wouldn't be on her accord. And if he did, then he had more of a tease in him than she might've immediately considered. Also a morsel of cruelty if he were to bring that particular party trick out now. Maybe later. She'd been halfway there before he had her pinned to the door and had he decided to keep her there, she'd be just as enthused. She knew he was just as excited for the direction the evening had taken, her arousal was just far easier to conceal. She was sensitive and receptive and eager. "We have all night," she breathed almost as a justification for letting herself lose her grip on the game and an encouragement for more, her hips moving in earnest against him as she angled to make sure his thumb was pressed tightly against her clit every time she seated herself back on him. Roxie sighed and keened, hips jerking erratically every time she found a particularly sensitive angle. "Aaron," his name fell from her lips not having the brainpower to form any coherent sentence so she simply settled on his name. Maybe he could read her mind, they were already insanely in tune with each other at this point she wouldn't be surprised. Though mindreading was absolutely unnecessary as her body practically screamed how close she was. Pushing off of his chest, she continued with a less measured tempo and instead focused on riding hard as she leaned into an angle where he was reaching perfectly to send her over the edge. With each impact, she moaned harder, shorter. Picking up speed. Her now free hands moved up her body, one hand on her breast and the other tangling in her own hair as she stretched before him. "Fuck. Fuck." Her muscles tightened hard around him, stars beginning to burst behind her eyes, "Aaron!"











