#nuest aron

            You struggled against the bonds that kept your wrists tied to the headboard. The scarf wasn’t too tight, but your fingers itched to feel their way across his body. And by the smirk on his face as he slowly kissed his way to your belly, he knew what you wanted.

            “You know I hate being tied up,” you pouted, squirming under his touch.

            He kissed above your belly button and looked up to you. “Not even for me?”

            You huffed. “You’re so mean, Aaron.” Once again you pulled at the fabric that kept your arms above your head. “You know I like touching.” You licked your lips, beginning to feel how dry they were becoming, and a shadow casted over his pupils at the sight.

            His fingers lightly toyed with the hem of your underwear, teasing you. Aaron looked thoughtful, considering releasing you and letting you have some free reign. “But you also like being touched, don’t you, pretty?” He didn’t miss the way you bit your lower lip in a way that was just barely visible. He reached up and pressed his thumb over your lip, pulling it from your teeth. “You’ll damage your pretty mouth if you do that.”

            You closed your lips around his thumb and ran your tongue over it. Aaron let out a small curse before pulling his hand away and crashing his lips to yours. You habitually tugged at the scarf binding again, the desire to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders overwhelming. “Aaron, please?” you murmured, your breath ghosting over his face when you separated. He hovered so close to you, he might have as well as swallowed you right there.

            “Are you going to stay still for me?” he asked. You nodded quickly, adding to the lightheaded feeling spiraling in your skull. He studied you for a moment, taking in the desperate look in your eye. He could always tie you up again, he decided. So he took a moment to unfasten the fabric around your wrists, letting your arms drop to your sides. “Remember,” he warned, “keep still, pretty.”

            Aaron travelled down your body again, picking up where he left off at your tummy. Slow, light kisses trailed south to the hem of your underwear. He peeked up to gauge your reaction when he licked you through the thin material. Your fingers gripped and pulled at the sheets beneath you. The more he licked and palmed at you, the more effort it took for you to keep still like you promised. He definitely wasn’t making it easy for you.

            With both hands, he spread your legs to give him more room to tease you. He toyed with the hem of your underwear before snapping it against your skin. You yelped, lurching forward and flinging your hand into his hair. You instinctively recoiled and tried to pull away, but he tsked and moved to kneel over you once again.