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"I like women, Emily. I just have a preference towards men. Lately, though, they've been pretty disappointing."

Emily scoffed, taking a shirt off the rack and holding it to her chest. Maggie eyed it up and down, and nodded approvingly. "There isn't a single color that looks bad on you, and it kind of pisses me off," Maggie sighed, shaking her head at the brunette. The striking red tone of the long sleeve, curving neckline was definitely a keeper.

Emily laid it over her arm, starting her pile for the night. "Thank you," she laughed. "But seriously, what's tugging your sleeve to ask about sex?"

Maggie sighed, looking at the long skirts in admiration. Her eyes trailed, and she eyed a yellow one, a beautiful golden tone that flared at the bottom. "I need more. I have had two situationships as an adult, and," she whispered the next part with a dramatic face, "neither could make me finish."

"That is a sad, sad life."

"Yeah, imagine having to live it."

They wandered off into other conversations, before they also wandered off to a Spencer's, the store. With bags in hand, Maggie had gotten a few jumpsuits and skirts, some short ones which she could wear outside of work and some that she could wear for work. Emily had only gotten two shirts, for the purpose of going on this trip. Truthfully, she didn't need any clothes but really wanted to hangout with her friend. They had missed each other.

As they neared the back of the store, they hit the sex toy section. Emily and Maggie were no strangers to sex, even telling each other about their masturbation habits, and their sexual partners.

Looking at a dragon dildo, Emily pointed to it with an impressed look on her face. "I'm into a lot of weird shit, but that seems like a little much," Maggie laughed, and Emily raised her eyebrows.

"You've always made it seem like you were vanilla, what kind of kinky shit are you into, Mags?"

Emily was not going to be the first to reveal her cards. She told her friend a lot, but nothing to the likes of her true sex life. Her intense need to dominate, her love for submissive women. She loved Maggie, but she was afraid that she would place judgement.

"I think I figured it out, why none of my flings could never get me all the way there. I think it's the pain, like masochism? Obviously not domestic abuse, but I wouldn't mind a belt or someones hands around my throat, you know?"

After a second of silence followed because Emily was a little dumbfounded, Maggie glanced at a pair of furry handcuffs. "Are handcuffs ruined for you because of your job?"

Emily laughed, nodding. "Yeah, but other forms of restraint are a thing. Handcuffs aren't end all be all."

Maggie's fingers twiddled with a pair of nipple clamps, and she raised her eyebrows at Emily. "They're pretty nice, I've used them before. But God, if you're getting any sex toys please don't get them from here." Emily knew a better place.

"What about you, Em? Are you more vanilla?"

Emily chuckled, and realized that Maggie was probably a little more open-minded than she'd give her credit for. Emily decided that once they were in a private place, she would entail exactly the things she'd been keeping from her.

"Wait, how did you get into this?"

They sat in Maggie's car, the sky now almost setting, and Emily had done a LOT of explaining. She'd explained that her own "fling" was actually her submissive, and that's why she was so shy and secretive about it.

"I did a lot of digging online, trying to find people who had similar interests. I found a few groups, and I got in touch with someone who was a manager of a BDSM 'club'. From there, I just kept meeting people and started really enveloping myself in the community."

Maggie nodded, mesmerized. "So, is this club only for dominants?"

"No, it's for anyone. Everyone has to have someone to vouch for them, though. You can't just walk in, and you go through a bunch of testing and background checks. It's pretty serious shit, and you have to sign an NDA."

"Would you..." she stopped her words slowly, "vouch for me?"

Emily took a deep breath in, and looked at her friend. She was not one to socialize, or ask for favors. She's not irresponsible, nor a person to take advantage of something like this. Emily thought for a second, "Are you serious about this?"

You two were cuddled on his couch, and thankfully alone for the night as Jack was at a sleepover. Your hand was on his knee, and his slung over your back as you were cuddling. "I mean, in general... I think."

Aaron nodded, before you got nervous and kind of rambled. "Although don't most people have sex at night? I've heard people who have sex a lot kind of do it whenever, wherever, though. So I'm not sure I'd ever ask the other version of that question."

At this point, a smile held on his face as he turned his head towards you. This conversation clearly made you nervous, and he didn't want you to be. However, that didn't mean you being flustered wasn't super adorable.

His once still hand rubbed your back soothingly, and your eyes now searched his beautiful brown ones. "Well," he sighed, and your heart beat into your chest. "I suppose it's whenever you are comfortable enough and want to do it, there is no timeline. Some people have one-night stands that turn into relationships, and some people wait for marriage."

You nodded gently, and laying your head back onto his chest, getting closure to your question. "And when you're comfortable too, not just me," you mumbled into his chest.

"Sweetheart, I have trusted you and been comfortable enough with you for a bit now," his thumb was now swiping across your back more consistently, with a little more pressure. He was worried this statement would make you feel forced to do something, so he very quickly added in:

"However, we are in no rush. I love spending time with you, and learning everything about you. Getting to know your body and the pleasure portion of our relationship is in absolutely no rush, sweetheart. Please do not feel any pressure when I say that I am comfortable. We take this at your pace, no questions asked."

Your entire face was now dug into his chest, burning red. Not able to help yourself, you let out little giggles, taking the one hand not on his knee and holding it over your mouth.

"Here I am being all lovey-dovey and you're giggling," he laughed, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry," you pushed out, with giggles taking over your whole body. "You're just so cute."

"Also, questions are important. I have to know what you like," you finished giggling and continued speaking, adjusting yourself to wrap your arms around his abdomen. "Do you mean what I like sexually? Or like my favorite color?"

"Your favorite color is emerald green, anyone could ask me that and I'd answer it no problem. Now if someone asked whether you're dominant in bed, I haven't got a clue."

Oh.

Oh..

"Do you want to talk about this? We can have a serious conversation about sex, if it's something you're comfortable with."

Your thighs were burning from rubbing them together so much, but the blanket over your lap was hiding that from Aaron. "Honestly, it's been on my mind a lot,"

"The conversation, I mean, not like, jumping your bones." you continued.

A smirk covered Aaron's face, and his fingers stopped rubbing your back. "So you're telling me you don't want to have sex? Or haven't thought about it?" he had such a shit eating grin on his face, and you could tell by his tone.

"Aaron, if you ever want to get in my pants you better take that shit-eating-grin off your face," you laughed, looking up at him.

A pause went by, and as you locked eyes, he leaned down gently and placed a kiss to your lips. It was a simple peck, but assurance that he was going at your speed.

"Okay, I'll go first. In my previous relationships, I was always pretty dominant, but it was mostly vanilla, casual, missionary. When I have stressful days, I definitely tend to be rougher. That doesn't mean I will, and if you need me to be gentle, I will absolutely oblige. I just notice my own habits if there is no preference given. I'm down to try pretty much anything except watersports or scat play, but I'm pretty open."

Wow, he thinks you want gentle.

"What have you liked in the past? Do you have any favorite positions? Any specific foreplay that really gets you off? Any fun kinks I should keep in mind?"

At this point, you were getting nervous.

You'd done stuff, sure, but only with guys your age. And never went all the way there. You'd wanted to, sure, but when a guy cannot give head or find the clit, there was no way he'd make sure you cum during sex. You weren't willing to risk that yet.

You untangled yourself from him, and scooched back slightly. You bit your lip, and sat sideways on the couch, facing him, criss-cross. "I have a confession." you sighed, and he turned towards you gently.

"Tell me, sweetheart,"

"I haven't had sex before. I definitely have an idea of what I like, though. If it isn't things you are into that's okay, too," you rambled once again, and a slight smile littered Aaron's face.

"That's okay. Whether or not you have had sex, this is still your pace. We go when you want to go," his voice was so soft, so gentle, and he grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.

"Do you want to tell me what you do like? I want to know what makes my pretty little bird sing," he almost growled, his voice somehow still gentle. You blushed once again, and gripped his hand a little tighter. "I really like pain."

"Pain? So, a little masochist. Okay," he smiled, "what kind of pain? I'm intrigued,"

"At some point, I really would like you to use your belt on me. Maybe around my neck, or to whip me with it. I want you to pull my hair, and I want you to choke me. That ones my favorite, but no one's ever done it right. I want you to choke me all the time, in any sexual context. Even if it's just heavy making out. If we do anything super heavy, or even just have sex, I really need aftercare, I think is the term? Like, please don't fuck me and then leave immediately."

His eyes were glistening as you had taken yours from him to explain things. You often talked with your hands, he had noticed, and he couldn't help but watch your perfectly manicured fingers whiz around in the air as you explained what turned you on.

"I like names, even mean ones. Just not bitch, that's my only real limit. Sweetheart, slut, whore, bunny, baby, anything. Just not bitch."

"I can work with that."

The last sexual conversation you had with Aaron ended fairly calmly, just a little making out and some cuddling. Aaron was serious, this was your rodeo. And at the time, you didn't think you were 100% there yet. You had full confidence in Aaron, but you wanted to feel ready. Pamper yourself, dress nicely, get a good wax, and most importantly drink plenty of water.

He had also been pretty busy with work, so not much physically had advanced between you two. However, tonight was different. You were going to have sex with Aaron Hotchner, and it was going to be hot, and mind-blowing, and everything you could imagine.

"Whatcha thinking so hard about, sweet girl?"

You had been so caught in your own thoughts, you didn't notice Aaron coming into your house with a box of pizza and two strawberry lemonades.

And that is when you realized it.

As he came in with presumably a cheese pizza, because you didn't eat meat, and your favorite drink, you felt it. You loved him. Why it didn't occur to you before was a mystery, but you knew it now. You loved Aaron Hotchner.

"I'm parched," you smiled, breaking out of thought. "I've got just the thing for you, honey." He quickly sat down and handed you a lemonade, and you smiled gratefully.

A few minutes went by relatively calmly, a light conversation about your day at work, his about paperwork and how JJ had been gushing about her son graduating kindergarten. His little smile warmed your heart. You ate pizza together, and you laid your neck against the armrest, with your legs laid over his lap.

With the TV show playing numbly on the screen, you finished your last bite and set the crust back into the box. You were equally prepared that Aaron may not be ready tonight, or may not want to. Just because you wanted to doesn't mean any slight signal of hesitance from him would let anything continue.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think I just need to be closer to you," you smiled softly. At the very least you wanted to cuddle with him, be near him. You adjusted yourself, and sat next to him, pulling the throw over your legs, as you were freezing.

You cuddled like that for a while, just humming and his hand slowly tracing over your back. Your eyes drooped in and out, and you damn near fell asleep laying so comfortably against your boyfriend. He was so warm, he smelled so good, and he was your comfort person. How could you not?

It wasn't long before you felt him shifting underneath you, making an almost uncomfortable groaning noise. It was soft, but enough to wake you. It was then your ears caught it: moaning.

Not from Aaron, though. Your eyes fluttered open to the TV out in front of you, and it was a very vivid sex scene. Not porn, just very loud and clear sex. And it dawned on you.

Aaron has a hard on and was trying not to wake you. How cute.

"Aaron, are you okay?"

Playing innocent was your best bet, and if it truly was going to make him uncomfortable, you didn't want to push it.

His eyes met yours, now fully open, and he smiled softly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little uncomfortable is all," he was so sweet in his tone, his voice deeper than usual.

"Is there anything I can do?"

The very loud slapping of skin in the background was the winner of your voice in the game of volume. This was a really long sex scene, Jesus Christ.

He paused for a moment, and then instead of answering he simply kissed your forehead, holding it there for a moment. "Aaron, are you hard?"

Out with it.

"Quite, but that is not your problem. I am fully capable of taking a shower and sleeping it off."

"If that's what you want to do, I will respect that. But... I am also fully willing to help you, if you want."

"Sweetheart, only if you're comfortable. Honestly," he was clearly uncomfortable, and your heart ached at how he was more worried about you than anything.

"Can I touch you?"

"Of course you can, honey," he sighed, meeting your lips in a gentle kiss. It wasn't long before his hands wrapped around your face gingerly, holding you tightly.

You lifted the blanket off of his lap, and stared impressively at his bulge. You didn't have any expectations, but you could clearly tell he wasn't the smallest.

You rolled your hands over his bulge, immediately watching as his eyes closed and he leaned his head back. You weren't new to foreplay, thank god, so you made quick work of his pants. Soon followed his boxers, the entire time his face eager but clearly wanting to respect you.

He was holding back so much.

You moved yourself to the carpeted floor, falling to your knees in front of him. His legs were spread, and he just looked at you with pure adoration. "You're beautiful," his hand came to gently swipe your hair from your face.

You responded by spitting on his dick, and looking up at him as you did it. He was a pretty decent length, but his thickness is what had you hung up. He was a perfect girth, but you knew this was going to leave your jaw sore.

As your mouth went around him, his hand stayed on your head. He was gently petting your head, as if it was his non-verbal form of praise. Sucking dick was a lot of work, but hearing Aaron groan and rub your jaw so gently was worth it.

"God, you're such a good girl,"

Music to your ears.

You went for as long as you could, before your jaw began to ache. The entire time Aaron was whispering sweet nothings to you, telling you how good you were doing.

"Fuck, come here," he pulled you off of his now sopping cock, and led you to his lap. "We don't have to do anything more, sweetheart. Not unless you really want to," he cradled your face in his hand, the warmth radiating off of your very red and achy cheeks.

It only took a moment before he kissed your forehead. "Aaron, I want you to take me, but could we go slow?"

"Oh, of course. It would be my pleasure," he grinned, "I'm going to make you feel so good. You were such a good little whore for me, how can I resist?"

Your eyes widened, and you couldn't help the wetness in your panties that erupted at the name. Your outfit wasn't super challenging, some sleep shorts and a black t-shirt (no bra, though). Typical sleepwear, but it gives Aaron easy access.

"If at any point you want to stop, just say the word," he moans into your mouth, but pulling away quickly to hold your face gently and stare into your eyes.

"What word?" you gave him doe eyes, your mouth and lips now sopping with a mixture of saliva and precum. He wanted to simply devour you whole.

"Red."

"Classic. I like that."

Following your giggle, he grabs your hand and stands up. You were confused for a short moment, until he leads you toward your room. He was truly a gentleman.

No couch fucking today, he thought.

Maybe tomorrow.

He rolled his boxers back down again, and closed the door behind you two. "Lay down, sweet girl," he smiled at you, and you couldn't help but giggle. This sweet man was all yours, and no one else's. How lucky a time.

You were fully on your back, looking up at him comfortably in your jammies still while he was fully naked. He was quick to get on the bed and hover over you, his eyes glistening with humor.

Your giggles didn't subside even as his hands roamed your body.

"What's so funny?"

"That--"

Your voice was cut short with a gasp, as he sucked onto your neck and his fingers snuck into your shorts and quickly rounded your clit. He rubbed you gently for a moment, before asking so very sweetly if he could take off your PJ's.

"Please," you were so smitten, so love drunk and fucked out already and he'd barely touched you. It wasn't long before your underwear and shorts, and you thanked the heavens for your wax. Baby smooth.

He followed pulling your shirt gently off of your torso, and you were now fully exposed, nipples hard as day.

"God, you're so beautiful."

You blushed and smiled at him, and as he circled your clit gently, knowing he couldn't unleash his rough side just yet, he kissed you so deeply. This was not a sex kiss.

This was an I love you kiss. And you both understood that.

To truly be comfortable enough and trust each other for sex was one thing, but you had already reached everything else in your relationship. You loved each other. And Aaron was going to make damn sure you knew that.

So he expressed his love as he dove his face between your legs, and little whimpers escaping your mouth. He teased your now sopping hole with one finger, testing the waters, and slowly slid it inside.

He made quick work, circling your clit with his tongue so harshly all of a sudden, and thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt. The wet, squelching noises filled the room, and you were trying to be quiet. Your hand covered your mouth, and your other one grasping around desperately. Bedsheets, pillow, anything to tug on.

"Take your hand off your mouth," he ordered, looking up at you with a very moist pair of lips. "You can tug on my hair, you're not the only one who likes a little pain, sweetness,"

You giggled in response, which was short lived as another gasp filled the air. Your hands quickly found Aaron's hair, so sleek and soft, as he devoured you.

Each moment was a different approach, two fingers inside you, tongue on your clit. Fast and hard, or slow and gentle while he looked up at you. Each one made you feel so good and closer to an orgasm. He wasn't just good, he was amazing. It was like he knew the ins and outs of your body already.

Truth was, he was a quick learner. And he was a little nervous, this was your first time having sex. He wanted it to be good, to have fun, and for you not to regret it.

"More," you breathed out in a ragged moan, "please."

"Oh, since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse?" he then added a third finger inside of your drenched core, and moved his body up yours to kiss you.

You tasted yourself on him, and you can't lie. It was not the most magical fruity taste you'd ever experienced, but the sacrifice was made. He made you feel good.

As you two made out feverishly, his fingers still pumping in and out of you, his other hand found free space on the side of your jaw. It was slowly trailing down, further, and further, until it landed on the side of your neck.

Aaron knew that this was going to be the finish line as he felt you clench on his fingers of excitement. "Oh, my little whore really likes her neck being played with, huh?"

He started off gently, before he could hear your moans electrify from the presence of his hands. "Fuck, please," you were an incoherent mess at this point, just waiting for release.

His fingers were taken out of you, and he did quick, dirty circles on your clit as he held your throat full force. You were gonna come, and holy shit your legs were already shaking. "Please, please, let me come," you whimpered out, and he met you with another shaky but fervent kiss.

All you heard was squelching, wet noises as he rubbed you closer and closer. You had to wait for him to tell you, though.

"Come for me. Come all over my fingers, my pretty little slut,"

Your entire body shook and your face now a rosy red, you made such pretty noises for him. You were still coming, his fingers never stopped playing with your little clit. His hands wrapped tighter around your throat as your entire body hit a peak, and slowly started to come down.

He took his hands off of your throat, and he slowly licked his own fingers clean of your mess. He made direct eye contact as he did it. His ravenous side was still in full force, but seeing your tired, fucked out body made his eyebrows crease in worry.

"Are you okay? Did that feel alright, sweetheart?"

Your heart melted. He just gave you probably the hardest orgasm of your life and he was making sure you were okay. "I'm okay, and I have never came that hard.. like ever." You giggled as he laid next to you, his hand holding the side of your jaw and his thumb combing over the side of your cheek.

You stayed like that for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes. He came in for another kiss, and it was like something took over you. "Please, fuck me."

"Condom or no condom?" Aaron was slowly rubbing himself as he sat next to you, his cock angry and leaking. "I wanna feel you, you know I'm on the shot anyways,"

"Fuck, sweets, I'm gonna ruin you,"

Aaron slowly adjusted himself and was laying over you, and he knew this wasn't going to be a fast process. He wanted to make you feel it, but also not be so fucked out from pain.

Mouths together once again, he was softer this time. His fingers were creating warmth on the side of your body, just rubbing and creating a comfortability with being touched so intimately. His mouth slowly inched down, your jaw, neck, then stopped at your perked nipples.

He took one in his mouth and slowly toyed with the other in his thick fingers, and your moans were quick to come rushing out. "Fuck, as good as you feel, I need to you to hurt me. Please."

"Should I grab my belt?"

He looked up at you from misty eyes filled with pure lust, and you nodded like a little kid offered candy. "Oh, please," you moaned out as he bit down on your nipples softly.

It was only seconds before he flipped your body over, and you were now face down on the bed. You waited in anticipation as you heard some rumbling, and the metal of a belt click. You'd only gotten belted once before, and it left marks and bruises. You loved it.

"How about 5?" he asked, his hands slowly fondling your ass. He parted your cheeks, taking a long look at your leaking cunt. He was rock hard, and wanted nothing more than to fuck you endlessly, but he needed one final hoorah.

"Yes, sir,"

One.

The sting was sharp, and you gasped softly. "You're such a good girl, you know that? So fucking beautiful," he said, before the jangling of the belt came once more.

Two.

The moans that left your mouth were melancholic. Aaron wasn't necessarily a sadist, but your pleasure was ultimate to him. He was surprised you hadn't been asking him to slap you in the face with how dark you'd gone the first time.

Three.

It was starting to really hurt, and no longer in the good way. Now he was repeating sides, and you could hear him groaning to himself. Surely, if you could see, he is probably fisting his cock at the moment.

Your ass was fire red, already tainting with color. "You're taking this so well, baby,"

Another thwack hit your backside, and you wanted to cry. This was a little too much now, you couldn't take another one. You were still aroused, but you didn't know how to say you wanted this to stop here.

You flopped your hand onto the bed, searching for his. "Aaron," you breathed out, and he quickly dropped the belt to the floor and leaned down to catch your eyes. "Too much?"

You nodded, "A little, just for now. I promise I'll get better,"

He left a gentle swipe over your backside, and slowly bent over to give both cheeks a gentle kiss.

Aaron laughed a little at your comment, and quickly adjusted you to your back again. "Oh sweetheart, you don't have to get better at anything," he once again ran his thumb over your cheek.

You were in the compromising position, you had both kind of been pushing off. He was sitting with his thighs out, legs open, his dick hanging in the air. Hard as a fucking rock, this entire time. Your legs were swung over his in comfortability, but now, the realization had hung in the air.

"Do you want to keep going? We can stop here, honey."

"Take me, please," you groaned, kissing him on the lips. He grabbed your hand during this intense makeout session, and clasped them together. He wanted to hold your hand while he was going to be balls deep in you. That was cute.

"If it gets too much, tell me," he whispered, using his other hand to swipe his cock against your wet lower lips. He opened his mouth and backed away, you thought for viewing purposes, but instead he used all of his might and let a trail of spit fall onto your cunt.

He rubbed a little more, before immediately fucking into you, grasping your hand tightly.

It hurt. So fucking much, and not the good kind. It felt like your skin was tearing, and you were uncomfortably full. Why does it feel like this?

Aaron immediately took notice, and looked you in the face. "It should go away fairly soon, but if it hurts too bad I will pull out and we can just cuddle," he whispered, and you shook your head.

"Just..mmh. Need a little more time, please," you squeaked out, tears brimming your eyes. The sting of pain was still there, but the fullness was no longer uncomfortable. It felt right, as if you were complete with the way you almost felt his cock inside your stomach.

Aaron licked his fingers and quickly got to work on your clit, hoping it would wetten you up a bit and also distract you from the pain. It took all self control in him not to rut into you and immediately come. You were so fucking tight, and the way your face was glowing, he wanted nothing more than to fuck you just right.

"You can..." you breathed gently, clenching his hand still, "move," Aaron gave you a deep kiss, wishing he could swallow all of your uncomfort and give you all of his pleasure. He slowly went out, and rutted his hips back in a little harder than he would've liked to.

He started a very slow rythym, your legs were over his so he had all access he needed. Any sign of hesitation and he was to stop, he told himself. As of now, though, it seemed as if you were starting to enjoy it.

He held himself off from coming so quickly, and made sure you finished first. He was such a giver, and he wanted to make you feel good. He went a little rougher, a little faster, and your moans slowly came from your throat.

"Fuck, does that feel good?"

You took his hand that held yours, and slowly transferred it to your neck. He was a little taken aback, but slowly grinned. "Choke me, daddy,"

Aaron Hotchner had never fucked someone like he fucked you. After hearing you call him that, he wrapped his oh so beautifully large hands around you throat and fucked you into oblivion.

Your pussy was squelching, filling up the room with both of your hips smacking together. Aaron wasn't fully inside you, though. Not as much as he wanted to be. He wanted to make sure you could adjust.

His hands were all over you, now that you could take him faster. His hands at your hips, pistoning into you, whispering sweet nothings, or tugging at your nipples. He was a man poisoned by your body.

"Such a dirty girl, taking me so well," he gripped your thighs tightly, almost needing to hold on. You were so full, so overstimulated, it was a miracle you hadn't come yet.

It wasn't until his fingers landed on your clit, he fully bottomed out inside you. Your whole body shuddered, and you leaned up to lean your head into his shoulder.

"Oh, god," you were out of breath, your voice nearly breaking, "please, fuck me, please,"

"You're so fucking tight, fuck," he was now grunting, and he could feel your thighs shaking. You were going to come. He rubbed your clit faster, spreading your juices all over his fingers. "Yeah, you gonna come? All over this fat cock? Fuck, come for me,"

You moaned into his ear as your orgasm hit you like a fucking truck, and your whole body froze, then started to seize. Your thighs shook, your hands shook, and Aaron had to stop himself right then and there from coming once again. Your already tight walls cradled his cock so beautifully, he continued to fuck in and out of you, before you looked up at him, post climax.

"Aren't you gonna come inside me, daddy?"

"Fuck," he growled, before pulling out and turning you over once again. You were now face down in the bed, and he was quick to give a light slap on your ass and fill you once more. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and truly went balls deep. You were a moaning mess once again, feeling so fucking full.

"Yeah, you're so fucking good for me. So sweet, and all mine," he growled out, using his full force to fuck you. "I'm gonna cum inside this sweet little pussy. If it leaks out I'll just have to fuck it back into you, huh?"

"Oh, my god, Aaron," you were so overstimulated again, and you reached down to circle your clit once more. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum again, please, please keep fucking me,"

He grabbed your hips, letting go of your hair, and used brute force of his hips to fuck into you. "So fucking good, sweetheart," he kept whispering, and almost like clockwork, your second orgasm started. The clenching of your sore cunt is what drunk his out, his dick spasming and releasing hot ropes of cum inside you.

You laid together, sweaty bodies now having come together as one. Aaron was quick to get up though, insisting he run you a warm bath and grabbing a rag for himself.

You laid on your side, now feeling sore. Especially your ass, which at this point felt raw. It wasn't long before you heard the bath water running, and he walked back into the room with a black t-shirt on and a pair of boxer shorts.

"My, my, Aaron Hotchner, don't you look delicious," you said, almost sleepily with a smirk on your face. Still sticky, covered in cum, you were still at peace. He was yours.

"Alright, hotshot, lets go get in the bath," and as you began to sit up, he quickly hissed at you. "Absolutely not will you be walking,"

Aaron Hotchner carried you bridal style to the bathroom, gently laying you into the lukewarm tub. You hissed in pain, your ass really taking the hit. Literally.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I wish I would have stopped earlier," he said in sorrow, his eyes almost searching for forgiveness. "Aaron, I literally asked for it. It felt good," you smiled, pecking him on the lips as he was on his knees next to you. "Now if I had asked you to stop and you didn't, that would be another story."

"You know I'd never do that, right?"

You nodded, pulling your knees up to your chest and laying your head to the side as Aaron ran warm water over your back, his hands carressing you so gently.

"You did so well, tonight, you know that?" He was showering you with love, and you felt it. He gave you a kiss on the temple, and continued rubbing your back soothingly. "Lets put some lotion on your ass later, okay?"

You couldn't help but giggle.

"Are you staying tonight?" you asked wtih hopeful eyes, begging for only one answer.

"Of course, sweetheart," he gave you the most genuinely smile Aaron Hotchner could muster.

He continued like that for a while, slowly helping you clean yourself off, even in the most private places. This was more intimate than the dirty, rough sex you just had. Speaking of..

"Can we cuddle tonight?"