<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cd/71/cf/cd71cf4c5d1d9828c58921831f9282f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest, Stockholder<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aaron's Bed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Thigh highs,<del> very unnecessary panties, and a skirt that's more belt than anything else</del><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aaron<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>There Be Sex Here<hr/><br/>She was still trembling and trying to relearn the various intricacies of breathing as those lovely hands of his guided her back onto the bed, whimpering in protest as he withdrew from her still clenching body.  Teeth nipped at his full lower lip at the end of the kiss and she tried to pull him back toward her, but her arms felt leaden and her fingers found nothing to really gain purchase on.  Luckily he wasn't much for prolonging the torment of lying there without him, quickly freeing himself of the pants that she hadn't had the patience to deal with before.  He set to work on her own clothing, disheveled as it was and at the same time the hand that had been pressed so recently between her legs lifted, tongue flicking out to clean the wetness from her fingers.  No point in leaving a mess when it was so easily taken care of.  Besides Erica was quite fond of the taste of her own pleasure, or theirs combined. But wait, no, she was getting ahead of herself with that stray thought.<br/><br/>The other hand reached up, bracing against the headboard for some kind of leverage as he positioned himself, driving into her once more with a smooth firm thrust and making her back bow up off the bed. "Yes! ... fuck you feel good..." an understatement there, but her brain wasn't exactly capable of eloquence at the moment.  The rolling motion of his hips and the strength with which he moved inside her drew low whimpers of pleasure from the back of her throat which were in no way drowned out by the rhythmic creaking of the bed.<br/><br/>"Cum ... with me.." It was an unusual request for her.  She was generally trying to prolong things, offering alternatives like finishing him with her mouth, but tonight the thought of<em>not </em>feeling him spill inside her was, well, unacceptable.  "Please Aaron..."  She had to bite back the urge to say that word over and over again.  Please.  No, she wouldn't beg, but she WOULD carefully tighten those inner muscles around him, an insistent massage which made him fight a little to keep the pace that he'd been building and brought her closer to that delicious and perilous edge again.