Independent
Note: Hellooo, this was in my drafts for SO long but here it is.
Warning: Clit play, Oral, edging, orgasm control.
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“Keep going.”
“Shut up.” You panted; your head tilted back against the muscular shoulder of your husband. Pushing against it, your teeth buried into your lip. Hot and sweaty, your flesh stuck to him.
His hands rubbed up and down your arm, the only comfort he’d give you as he sat and watched. In and out, your fingers curled inside of yourself.
Lustful eyes glossed over your body, eyes that stuck to you harder than your own skin. “You wanted to start without me. You should be able to finish by yourself too, don’t you think?” Aamon stated smugly.
His cocky persona and light touches were driving you insane. Your hair was messy, your opposite hand gripping the sheets. “You were late, Aamon.” You cried; your body filled with pleasure.
It’s been like this for half an hour. Aamon came home late from work after promising some time alone. He had to stay a bit later and you couldn’t wait any longer. When he came home and saw you, something in his gaze shifted.
Now you find yourself listening to his demands; your rear placed on his lap as your back pushed against his chest. Warm breaths fanned your ear, his words coaxing you until it became too much. Each curl of your fingers had you dizzy from the thoughts spinning in your mind.
Heat added to your waist; soft fingertips brushed against your skin. Eyes fluttered closed in upcoming frustration; you knew what was to come. You knew he’d stop your fingers any second and tell you to repeat. Ecstasy leaked over your hand, dripping onto your thighs.
Again, Aamon uttered what seemed to be his favorite phrase. “Stop.” The words left your heart beating as your fingers relaxed inside of yourself. Your own walls ached for more as your head rested against Aamon’s.
Lust weighed heavily on your mind. For a moment you debated on finishing despite his words, wondering just how far he’s gone. It would be endless to know him.
As breaths left your lips, your deep thoughts made you ignorant to the look in Aamon’s eyes. It wasn’t until one of his hands left your side did you realize he’s been quieter than usual. “I don’t like this.” The Paxley uttered, his voice low.
You raised a brow at the tone, your head tilting to look at the fingers tracing down your stomach. “Watching you makes me feel left out.” Aamon whispered against your ear. The way his words fell from his tongue helped you know what he was feeling.
“Are you pouting while edging me?” You asked, a bit appalled.
Aamon laid a kiss on your cheek, his hand reaching down to your own. He pulled out your fingers in a careful manner, watching as your own arousal fell from your touch. Your eyes trailed his face as he lolled out his tongue, your fingers meeting with the soft muscle. He sucked slowly, enjoying your taste in such a lewd display.
Soft lips surrounded your fingers while his tongue pushed between them. Determined to lap up every ounce of you. Heat added to your face, your hole quivering over nothing.
“I’m not pouting, my dear.” Kisses traced down your hand before gently easing you off his lap. He laid you down flat on the bed before placing another kiss on your lips. Ash blue eyes roamed your naked body with greed. His expression made no effort to hide his hunger.
Aamon got off the bed, disappearing from your vision. The ceiling above you took your attention as your heart pounded in your chest. Your thighs pressed together in anticipation as your skin grew sticky.
When Aamon sat by your side again, his expression was different. On those soft lips was a sly smile, one that told all that was in his mind. Twirling on his finger was a thick black blindfold you both purchased as a joke.
Didn’t feel like much of a joke anymore.
Anxiety swelled in your throat. You pushed it down, swallowing hard as his slim hands placed the blindfold around your eyes. “If it gets too much, what do you say?” Aamon cooed, his words brushing against my ears before laying a kiss.
“Red.” You pushed out, your heart racing. Naked and exposed, your body laid beneath him. Sweat traced down your bare chest, a thin line sliding past your nipple.
It was pitched black; your eyes shut out from the sight above you. Hands touched you, adjusting your legs. Palms groped the fat of your thighs, spreading them then placing them on what you assumed was Aamon’s shoulders. A shudder struck through your body, his lips laying close to your labia.
Each side received a kiss before his tongue traced down your inner lips. The wet heat had your legs wrapped around his body. Teeth grazed one of the pieces of skin, pulling it slightly before sucking it. He did the same to the other side, relentlessly teasing you in ways you couldn’t predict.
You felt Aamon push away a bit, allowing you to catch your breath until feeling something drip down on your clit. Aamon’s tongue lolled out, letting his spit coat you.
“How does it feel?” The Paxley inquired, mesmerized by your breath quickening and the shake of your thighs. He nuzzled against one of them, in awe of your reactions. Pressure added to your clit as his finger circled over the bud. The sensation coated your nerves, as lewd wet noises cluttered the air.
He deliberately slowed his pace, leaving you desperate for more. Your hands dug into his head feeling the soft silver locks between your fingertips. Sweat dripped down your flesh as you pushed your head deeper into your pillows. His scent coated the sheets, overwhelming your senses further. Without your ability to see, everything felt sudden and intense.
Moans flooded from your lips, your mind not able to register Aamon’s question. After a few moments the touch stopped. Heavy breaths left your lips. Air struggling to push through. Before you could catch your breath, a sudden ache hit your clit.
Swollen and raw, the bud throbbed from the touch. Your head bent back as another moan shook from your lips. “Answer me, dear.” Aamon whispered before placing a kiss on your inner thigh.
Another flick had your legs clutching around his body. “I-It feels good.” You huffed, feeling another wave of pain and pleasure hit you as he flicks your clit again.
“Good, remember to answer me, ok?” Lips surrounded your clit, the suffocating sensation making you shudder. Heat surrounded the bud before he sucked the pain away.
Ecstasy washed over your body, your hand clutching the sheets beneath your free hand. Aamon let go of your clit with a small pop before sighing. Everything felt so intense that you didn’t realize he asked you another question.
“Why don’t you learn?” Aamon uttered, blowing against your clit. The cold air made your body tense up before the royal flicked your clit again.
Over and over Aamon continued, “Count for me.”
Lips quivering over words, you slowly counted each impact done to your clit. Soft kisses laid across your burning flesh. Aamon’s hands slowly roam your body. One rubbing your lower stomach while the other gripped the fat of your ass.
After counting for a while breathlessly, Aamon spoke. “Good girl.” He praised, air fanning over your swollen clit.
Aamon looked down at your clit, his eyes dazed with lust. It consumed his mind every sensation he held filling to the brim. Seeing your body twisted in pleasure, moaning his name as your fingers curled inside of you.
In that moment he wondered how warm your insides were. How much were you leaking all over your hand? Those thoughts swarmed his mind to the point his own erection was getting hard to deal with. Only you were naked. Aamon was still fully clothed in his work attire. His hair a mess from your touch as a light sheet of sweat coated his skin.
Dark eyes followed your body seeing his saliva drip down your clit. Aamon’s hands palmed your ass, spreading your cheeks apart to watch the saliva drip to your hole. Seeing the entrance quiver from the liquid almost made Aamon go insane.
“Did it feel that good? Touching yourself instead of waiting for me.” Aamon’s words were complimented by his thumb tracing down your clit. You felt the touch graze the swollen bud, trailing down to your aching hole.
For a second, the touch picked up, only for Aamon to spit into your hole. His thumb pushed inside of you, putting his liquid deep into you. Feeling the finger pushing past the first ring of muscle made your toes curl. “N-No not w-without you, Aamon.”
Your words made the royal hum. The knuckle of his thumb pushed fully inside of you, slowly being dragged against your walls.
Hot breaths left your lips as his thumb pulled out. “Look at you, quivering over nothing.” You couldn’t see it, but you could feel his stare on your cunt.
Aamon took his index and middle fingers and began to push them inside you. His fingertips brushed against your walls, curling as he thrusted. The pacing was irregular. He’d go fast until your moans picked up then slowed down to hear you whine.
The blindfold over your eyes made each touch feel too real. “You haven’t earned it yet, my dear.” Aamon uttered, feeling your thighs struggle not to suffocate him. You were close, again, leaving your body twisting with pleasure and agony as your climax stutters.
Fingers stretched inside of you. Pulling apart slightly before thrusting out. Each time the tips of his fingers would brush the edge of your entrance before curling back inside of you.
Aamon’s hand grazed against yours. He clasped it before gently moving it to your thigh. “Hold your legs up for me.” He demanded, his tone angelic to the ears yet soaked in licentious intent.
Shaking, your hands wrapped under your thighs, obeying Aamon’s command. His fingers entered you again slowly, watching as your hole greedily sucked him back in.
Your body moved on its own, desperately trying to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Each one made his palm smack against your clit as your cunt drooled over him. Sticky, your arousal clung to his hand and your clit. Erotic ties between you and Aamon.
As your breathing quickened, so did his pace. Your head was pressed into the pillows. Darkness shrouded your gaze as every inch of your body was set ablaze. Your cunt ached. Your clit begging.
You were just at the tipping point. Your pleasure begins to unravel until everything comes to a stop. A whine broke through your throat. Begs escaping your lips as Aamon’s fingers pulled out of you.
Your hole squeezed around nothing as everything felt sensitive. Hard nipples and swollen lips. Each part of you was overstimulated. The slight chill in the air was enough for your clit to throb as Aamon’s hands roamed your body.
“Is it enough? Every inch of you has now been touched by me.” Aamon huffed, his own heat rattling in his chest. You felt his tongue trace up your leg, planting a small kiss on the side of your foot.
Firm hands massage your thighs as your hands let go of your legs.
“Need mmm.” You slurred, your own words struggling on your tongue.
You felt one of Aamon’s hands leave your body before hearing the pull of a zipper. The weight on the bed shifted, making you anxious for his next move.
“Do you think you're in a position to demand more, my love? After all, you broke the rules.” His words made goosebumps raise across your skin before feeling something hit your clit.
A low groan left Aamon’s lips as one of his hands pumped his cock. Gently, he slapped his erection against your clit, causing you both to shudder in pleasure.
“I’m s-sorry A-amon.” Both your legs were placed on his shoulders.
Slowly, his erection dragged against your clit. A low moan left the royal’s throat as he thrusted against you. Your back arched with each movement, your clit brushing against the underside of his cock.
His tip would hit the bundle of nerves over and over as you leaked on his cock. Begs left you as your head was clouded by nothing but the wet sounds echoing in the room.
Fingers pushed into your flesh, leaving slight bruises on your thighs. Moans spilled from Aamon’s lips from the way his erection slipped against you. His precum oozed from his tip, staining your skin.
He held you up with ease, watching as your chest bounced with his movements.
He was lost. Absolutely dazed by the pleasure you made him feel and how beautiful you looked. Skin glazed in sweat and erotica, mewls leaving your pretty lips. All of it was a sight Aamon committed to memory.
Each thrust brought you back to your tipping point. Your cunt unable to take anymore as your cum drenched his cock. Your back arched, Aamon’s fingers digging into you deeper before his cum dripped down your stomach. Some stuck on your chest, staining your flesh with his own lust.
Heavy pants filled the air, both your heads light. Aamon lowered himself onto you for a kiss. His tongue dominated yours with care; his hands coming up to rub up and down your hips.
Before you could fully settle down, Aamon’s words caressed your ear. “Are you ready for the real thing, my dear? You’ve earned it.” You didn’t need the blindfold off to know it was his tip pressed against your entrance. Nor did you want this to end.
This was exactly what you were wishing for when seeing Aamon arrive home before hoping you’d get caught.
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