"Suppose I don't want to hear it," I sneered, trying to shrug her off me, "and forget this."
Aerie stared at me, her dark obsidian eyes intense.
"Your nipples could break glass," she retorted, a smirk dancing in the depths of her eyes.
My eyes shoot down to look, and I sighed angrily. My body is a slut. A massive freaking slut who hated women with dark eyes and lips I would die for.
"They're traitors," I say, trying to shrug but unable to due to the length of the broom pinning me.
Aerie sucked in a breath and laughed.
"Amara never told me you were a pervert."
I lick my lips, trying to keep the angry words from spilling out.
"And?" I counter quietly, keeping my voice even, "So what? I make no apology for enjoying sex or getting horny from being pinned to a wall."
Aerie drops the broom and then steps in close to me, kicking the broom out the way. She's a head taller than me. Slowly she raises a hand, places it along my jawline, and rests it there. Her eyes look wonderingly at me, hesitant yet curious.
"For Amara, we need to get along. Wouldn't it be easier to get along if I made you cum whenever you wanted?"
Heat pulsed to my groin, a lightning strike of danger at her suggestion.
"You seem confident," I say factually, torn between moving her hand away or melting into it.
It's been a long time since I had slept with anyone, and it was so unremarkable an experience last time that I barely remembered it. I don't think I even came.
Aerie sensed my hesitation.
"I have toys," she said, almost as if negotiating a business plan, "I've never had any complaints."
I scoff.
"Really?"
Her eyes burned into mine, serious.
"Really."
Swallowing the thick lump that had risen in my throat, my mind raced with thoughts. My pussy had other ideas.
"So you came to make amends, refused to leave, and now you want to negotiate to make me cum, because it might make me sweet towards you so that Amara's happy?"
She smiles, amused. Her hand caresses my jawline, and then her fingers move to trace my lips. I have the overwhelming urge to open my mouth and let her slide them inside. Pressing my lips firmly together, I lift my chin, and her hand fell away.
"You're also my type," she tries to clarify, gesturing to my entire body, "Petite. Slender. An ass."
I frown.
"Are you calling me an ass?" I laugh, surprised.
She shakes her head, her eyes moving down the length of my body.
"Turn around," she tells me, but her voice is soft.
My brain glitches, overwhelmed with the need to comply. I was intrigued and mystified by Aerie's brazen and breezy attitude. I was feeling detached enough from her to consider having her hands on my body. I turned, my heart hammering in my chest like a fist.
"That's what I was talking about," she breathes, and I throw a look over my shoulder.
She's not touching me, yet I feel like her gaze is fire along my skin. The danger loving side of me preens, and I stick my ass out to her, my eyes never leaving hers.
"If you're going to touch me, you have to be good at it," I tell her bluntly, "I want you to eat me. Would you like that?"
Aerie blinked and looked away, surprised by my willingness.
"I'd...very much like that," she told me.
"Undress me then."
Her face flushes, but she goes to obey, lowering the band of my shorts with firm movements. I was used to having my top torn off first. Aerie was, however, focused on my lower half, tugging my shorts down with military concentration. I swallowed. My arousal felt like it was bursting. I was throbbing so bad, and I knew I was soaking wet. Aerie stared at my knickers and then leaned in, her tongue licking a firm stripe on the material covering me.
I gasped, a zap of pleasure shooting through me. Admittedly, I hadn't expected one action to move my body so much.
Pausing, she looks up the length of my body, a silent question in her eyes.
I nodded a little too eagerly for her to continue, and she bowed her head dutifully, resuming to tug my knickers down. They dropped to my ankles, and Aerie threw them to the side before parting my legs. A finger caresses my folds and then edges its way inside me. Closing my eyes, I press my lips together, feeling my pleasure pool wherever she touched.
"You're so wet," she says, almost as if in wonder, "you may have to sit on my face later."
I opened my mouth to ask about 'later', only for a moan to shoot out of me as she inserts another finger. My legs felt weak. My sex life has never been the best, but something about Aerie was making every moment electric. Her fingers pushed in slowly before a wet, firm tongue settled on my clit. She sucked gently, as if in greeting, and I suppressed the need to buck my hips into her face. Her tongue was magical.
"You taste amazing," I hear her breathe breathlessly, her fingers thrusting harder, "so fucking good."
My legs shook.
"I can't stand," I whispered, somewhat urgently, "I'll fall."
Aerie looked surprised for a moment but stood up. She went to kiss me, and I turned my head before she could. It's essential to keep this strictly as a fuck only arrangement. She gets the message.
"Bed?" She asks.
I nod.
"Bed."
Leading her to my room, I consider if we should stop. Feeling my heart continue to race, we make it to my room, and I'm breathless. Her body comes behind me, and her lips trail along the back of my neck.
"Do you want to?" She asks, her voice sending a shiver through me.
My body does want to. I can hardly disguise the fact my lady parts were so excited I was dripping.
I get on my bed, throwing caution to the wind, and I parted my legs.
"I apologise in advance if I clamp my legs around your face," I say, relaxing fully into the pillows, "make me cum, bitch."
Aerie smirks, but her eyes are hungry and gazing between my thighs like I was a fine three-course meal. It's a new experience to be looked at like that. As if my vulva looked like it had won a Michelin star.
My cheeks started to flame hot as Aerie settled herself between my legs. Her arms went underneath my thighs, pulling me into her face and holding me in place. Her mouth kissed me. Everywhere. My hips bucked once, urging for her to drive the pleasure home instead of teasing me. Instead, she pulled her head back, planting a gentle kiss on my inner thigh, and trailing kisses on the sensitive area.
I moaned in need, physically needing her fingers to be inside me. Aerie continued her slow torture of kissing before taking a firm hold of my thigh, stilling it from moving.
"Your legs shake a lot," Aerie states, her voice amused.
Heat flashed through me, embarrassed. It was something I had no control over.
"It's because you're teasing me," I hiss, but the venom in my voice is completely lost as she fastens her mouth over my clit.
I nearly reached cloud nine right there, and it wasn't peaceful. My body shot so fast into high gear that I felt panicked for a moment, flustered. I was going to cum too soon, and Aerie hadn't even started properly yet. Her hand pushed my hip down as they began to buck, threatening to fuck her tongue. She hummed as if in delight, her tongue lapping greedily.
She can fucking eat. She's not timid about it and is full-on eating. Her entire mouth was in my business, and my body screamed in pleasure as rolls of heat mounted together into one colossal mounting wave. I felt my arousal start to peak.
"I'm going to cum," I gasp, warning Aerie.
She nods, still dutifully buried in my pussy, but then pulls away.
"Not yet," she tells me.
I moan and realise my nipples feel sore due to how hard they are. I want Aerie to suck them.
"Only if you suck my nipples first," I tell her, my hips bucking as she lazily traces my folds with her finger.
Her eyes fixate on my nipples, fire blazing in them. She obliges, straddling my waist and taking a nipple in her mouth with enthusiasm.
"I have...something," I manage to tell her, my back arching, "in the box."
I point to the box on my bedside table, and Aerie's eyes light up.
"A toy?" She asks.
"Yes,' I confirm, "for you. "
She frowns.
"For me?"
"It's new...I want to see you use it with me..."
Aerie leans over me, fixing me with a stern look.
"What is it?"
I pause, but I was too greedy to cum that I didn't care.
"A double-ended dildo. It has a thick end."
Aerie swore, reaching over me to grab the box and then grinning when she saw it.
"You've got condoms for these, right?" She asks, and I reel with gratefulness that she asked. I pointed at the drawer, and she grabs two condoms before revealing the large double-ended dildo to me. It was orange and huge. I had brought it to celebrate my new house, but my need for being filled was urgent, and I wanted Aerie to enjoy herself too.
I watch as she prepares the toy, quickly pulling her leggings and knickers off. I'm pleased to see that she's wet too, and even more pleased when I see her push the head of the dildo inside herself. My pussy throbs, desperate, and I'm extremely happy to oblige when she asks me to align myself to the toy so she can insert it for me. It's the thicker end of the dildo, and I groan as she pushes it deep inside me. She thrusts her hips gently, figuring out the depth and rhythm between us. Her fingers find my clit, and she circles it as she picks up a steady rhythm.
My entire body tenses, feeling my orgasm build again, and Aerie shakes her head at me.
"Not yet," she gasps, "a little longer."
I moan. The dildo between us was hammering me now, and I gape at Aerie, stunned by how hot she is fucking herself on me. She's feral, rocking her hips on me with fierce concentration, like a drill Sargent. She still has her shirt on, too focused to take it off.
"Fuck," she grunts, and I moan in reply, hopeless, "This is the best. You're amazing."
She reaches forward, grasps my breast, and looked over me hungrily.
"I want to see," she tells me, "I'm going to cum. Cum with me."
My body pulses, glad for the go-ahead, and I buck my hips against her, wanting the entirety of the thrust of the dildo as I came. It edged upwards, building, and a firm circular motion on my clit from Aerie and I was gone. I came hard. My hips thrust harder into Aerie than intended, but she ground into it, hungry, and I could feel the strength in her thighs as she came. My orgasm unspun fast, releasing like a coil. My legs shook hard, tensed, and then flopped.
Aerie extracted the dildo, shaking, before tossing the dildo to the side. She panted.
"You are the best fuck I've ever had," she tells me gently.
I smile, too tired to say anything. I'm still recovering from the aftershocks of my orgasm running through me.
"Let's do it again," she says.