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“I have to go, sweetheart,” Aaron whispered as he broke away from your kiss though he kept his hands on your jaw, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.
“I know,” you whispered back with a nod but still moved back in for another kiss. “Just miss you.” You caught his lips in a bruising kiss and pressed your body firmly against his, needing to feel as much of him as possible.
This past week had been hell, for the both of you, really. It was one thing when he was away on a case: you knew what his job entailed when the two of you got together and more often than not he would call or text you during the day or at least before he went to bed at night. For the past week, however, he had been stuck in the office from early morning until late at night, reviewing old cases for some of higher-up bureaucrat. You hadn’t even heard him come home last night and this morning you only got to say goodbye to him because you forced yourself out of bed, almost two hours before you would normally get up, to go meet him by the front door.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I know I haven’t been home but I promise you, I’ll make it up to you as soon as this is all over.” He sounded about as tired as he looked, the circles under his eyes were darker than usual and there was a tenseness in his shoulders that never really left. You still thought he looked amazing, though, in his freshly pressed, dark suit and your favourite burgundy tie, his dark hair newly washed and he smelled of the cologne you had bought for him.
“I’m not mad, Aaron,” you cooed reassuringly and cupped his face as you looked into those beautiful dark chocolate eyes of his, “well, not at you at least.” You kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek and up to whisper in his ear: “can I make you five minutes late for work, though?”
He laughed a little, shaking his head, and caught your mouth for another kiss, “oh? What did you have in mind?”
You deepened the kiss, slipping one hand into his thick hair and slowly moved back until your back hit the wall next to the front door. One of Aaron’s hand came up to rest against the wall next to your head, caging you in, while the other stayed, cradling your face. Your own hands trailed down his crisp white shirt, feeling his lean chest and that deliciously slightly soft tummy through it. Moving further down, you cupped him through his trousers and felt him already hard and straining against the fabric, as your tongue continued dance against his.
He groaned into your mouth and pressed you further against the wall. “That usually takes more than five minutes,” he said, his voice barely more than a rumble, and leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of your fingers running along his hardness.
“We’ll be quick,” you said with a breathless laugh and pressed your hand more firmly against him. “Please?”
“You know I can never say no to you,” he moan and moved down to nuzzle against your neck. His hand left your cheek and travelled down to cup your breast through the worn material of one of his old college shirts that you had stolen, massaging it before pinching your nipple hard, making you moan and grind your hips against his. Moving further down, he slipped his hand underneath the shirt and his long, thick fingers made direct contact with your already soaked core. “Naughty girl, did you forget something?” he groaned.
“Was hoping to be awake when you got home last night,” you explained with a moan as his fingers continued their exploration past your lips and found your constantly leaking entrance.
With trembling hands, you start working on opening his belt, pushing both his trousers and underwear down when you finally succeeded and Aaron lets the deepest moan when your hand make contact with his heavy cock. You gave it a few pumps, spreading the precum up his shaft.
“Need to feel you, sweetheart,” he groaned against your neck. His slightly damp fingers trailed down your thigh before he grabbed it and hoisted your leg up onto his hip. You lined him up with your entrance and both of you moaned in unison as he began to slowly push in, stretching your walls with every inch.
You let your head fall back against the wall with a slight thump and your hands came up to hold onto his shoulders for leverage, a constant string of mewls leaving you as he finally bottomed out and held still for a second, letting you get used to him. With a nod from you, however, he began to move, setting a near brutal rhythm of him pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you.
Every thrust from him pressed you back into the wall and you had to lock your arms around his neck to not lose your balance. You could feel his strong grip on your thigh and knew that there would be bruises there later, not that you minded. He felt so strong, so big , and ever-present as he hunched over you, one hand still firmly on the wall beside your head while the other seemed to almost pull you to him with every hard thrust. You could feel his hard breath against your neck with the occasional lick or open-mouthed kiss as he ground his hips into yours after an especially sharp thrust. You weren’t even sure there were words leaving your mouth, just a babbling mix of his name, please , and moans as he relentlessly fucked you into the wall.
He started pick up speed and changed the angle of his thrusts just enough to find that perfect spot inside of you that had you seeing stars and make your leg start to wobble, threatening to give out under you.
He moved his head up, brushing his nose against your, and made you look deep into his eyes. “I need you to touch yourself, beautiful; can you do that for me?” He was panting at this point and you knew he was holding back, waiting for you to come first. You were so close yourself, your whole body felt like it was on fire and there was no thought left in your head, except Aaron and the feeling of him all around you, inside of you, and the constant press of his hard body against yours.
You nodded, mostly out of reflex, and slipped your hand down your body to where you and Aaron met. You could feel yourself stretched out around him, his thick member continually thrusting into you, as your fingers gathered some of your own fluids before easily finding your clit and rubbing it furiously.
It took mere seconds for you to careen over the edge and a high keen left your mouth as you clamped down on him. He fucked you through your orgasm, though his thrusts became more and more uncoordinated until he slammed into you one last time, holding you close to him as he emptied out inside of you with a deep groan.
He slumped against you, the both of you only staying upright by leaning heavily on the wall. Slowly he brought your leg down and you felt his warm hand massage your cramped muscles.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his heavy breathing fanning your face as he leaned his forehead against yours. “That got a little… heated.”
You sighed happily, still trying to get you own breathing under control, and brought a weak hand up to stroke his cheek. “Mmm, that was perfect.” You leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips, watching as his face lit up in with smile and some of the worry le ft his shoulders. “Just what I needed,” you laughed breathlessly as you slumped back against the wall.
You saw him look away from you and followed his gaze to the arm still on the wall beside your head. “Seven minutes, definitely going to be late now,” he said, his voice sounded serious but you saw the humour in his eyes and the slight twitch of his lip.
A full laugh bubbled out of you: he was checking the time! Still laughing, you lightly pushed his shoulder, “nah, you always leave ten minutes early; you’ll just be on time today.”