Desperate, I feel myself crawl onto his lap. Clinging to his shoulders, his hair. I need more.

As if he’d read my thoughts his kisses become rougher, greedier. His tongue and teeth explore my mouth, licking, biting, sucking. A familiar, tingling warmth is rising in my loins along with an unfamiliar feeling of urgency. I notice him responding as well and something hard and stiff pressing against me, through his trousers. His hands start wandering up my back under my shirt and shiver from their touch.

Then he suddenly pulls away.

“Mona, I-I… I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re vulnerable…” he says, panting and trembling.

I frown at both the notion that he thinks I’m vulnerable or that he could take advantage of me, and the fact that he’s trying to stop in the middle of this.

“Shut up” I tell him and pull him in to continue.

He doesn’t reject me though his kiss is reluctant at first. Then he seems to give in, and I feel his passion once more. I lift my arms as he pulls of my top and his hands find the clasp on my bra on my back and opens it. I gasp as his mouth closes over a nipple and starts sucking. His swirling tongue and nipping bites sends jolt of electricity throughout my body and I grasp at his shirt. He only stops momentarily to take it off, then his hands and lips are back to exploring my body. I’m unable to think or speak, all I can do is pant and moan as I feel his touch. With his body he pushes me down on the couch and his hands fumble to pull off my pants. His lips return to mine for a brief moment, then they start feathering down my body. He kisses my neck, my chest, my bellybutton, then lower on my hips and my thighs. Then he gently parts my legs and the look he gives me just before bending down, makes me shiver. His eyes look almost black in the dim light and they are so full of desire it leaves me panting. Then his tongue finds my valley and folds, and my shivers turn into spasms as he begins exploring. I grasp at his hair, the pillows of the couch, anything they can grab. I can’t control my voice that begins sounding louder and louder as he pushes me toward the edge. I can barely hold on.

“A-Aaron…! I can’t…“ I whimper trying to stop him, but it’s too late: I’m toppling over the edge, my toes curling from the pleasure and my scream echoing through the apartment. I feel my body convulse a few times, then an overwhelming relaxation washes over me. Aaron lifts his head, a sly grin spreading on his face and he kisses my thighs on his way up into a sitting position.

“I hope you aren’t too spent to continue” he chuckles.

I feel a little overwhelmed, but I’m nowhere near satisfied. Panting I shake my head and he smiles.

He gets up from the couch and removes his pants to reveal his throbbing excitement, and I eye him a little mischievously. So before he has a chance to sit back down I instead shuffle and, on my hands and knees, peer my head over the edge of the couch, taking his erected member in my hand. He jolts, seemingly surprised at my sudden impulse and further when I take him in my mouth.

His body shakes under my touch and his husky voice groans as I first tease him with my tongue, then slowly start moving up and down, sliding him further in with each motion. As his excitement rises, I feel myself responding again. I want him.

Then suddenly he grabs my hear and pulls my head away and I look up in surprise at the sudden action. He’s panting and shivering.

“A-anymore and I won’t be able to take it…”

I can tell. His throbbing erection is eagerly pointing at me and it seems like the slightest touch might bring him over the edge. Tempting, but my body still hungers for him.

I smirk and lean back on the couch, spreading my legs invitingly, while his lustful eyes follow me intently. In a heartbeat he’s on top of me, eagerly searching and when he enters a loud groan escapes his lips. He’s shaking and panting so intensely, that I fear for a moment he’s already released inside me. But his lips quickly find mine and it seems he just needed a moment to regain some control, because he slowly starts moving. I raise my hips eagerly with each thrust growing in intensity.

“I love you” he then whispers in my ear with a low, husky voice reflecting my own desire.

I was nowhere near the peak, but suddenly I hear myself cry out in ecstasy as shockwave after shockwave washes through me, so intense it almost takes my breath away. His hoarse roar tells me he can’t hold back any longer himself. He makes a last few heavy thrusts before collapsing on top of me, panting.

I feel so strange right now. I’m relaxed but I also have this feeling of wanting to laugh and cry all at the same time. I’ve never experienced anything like it before.

He lifts his head to kiss me and then looks at me with an expression that gives me this strange inkling that he feels exactly like I do right now.

“I love you” he whispers again, and I feel that weird tingling sensation again.

Then he moves to pull out and I can’t help but feel slightly disappointed when his weight is removed from my body. He chuckles.

“Uhm… We did it again…” he says, and I notice his eyes falling on my lower body and the liquid dripping from me.

“I know you are on contraception, but… you didn’t…? Uhm, I mean… while we weren’t together…?”

He seems to have trouble finding the words to ask me and I can’t help but notice the slightly pained expression he’s trying to mask with a smile.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone else since you, no. So, you don’t have to worry about getting checked again… And even if I did, I’m never this careless…” I stop mid-sentence.

‘With anyone else’ I was about to say. It’s true, I’ve always been careful when it came to protection. Even in the most passionate moments with other guys I’ve always made sure to take the proper safety measures; Wear a condom, use contraceptives just in case, and get me and my partner checked for transmitted diseases if we would have sex more regularly.

“Ah, okay…” he mutters, scratching his neck and a relieved smile tucks at the corners of his mouth.

Well, even I’m surprised by my own inactivity during the time since our break-up. Normally I would find a new guy, or several, as soon as I was done with someone… but this time I didn’t feel like doing it at all. I was actually a little worried about my own lacking libido…