AMY
“I want you to moan my name one more time.” His tone was deep and cold.
My p***y moistened all over again at the sound and command of his voice. He knew what to do next, what I wanted him to do, but he was making me wait. I was already dying of suspense. I could feel the obvious change he had in his stance to seeing my full and firm boobs almost without anything in between.
“Say my name, Amy. Just the way you said it a few moments ago,” Aaron repeated himself.
His palms had tightened to a fist, like he was restraining himself. I did not want him to. I wanted him all over me, kissing me, nibbling on my skin, touching me, giving me a gentle bite on my n****e, and then f*****g me senseless. I needed all of him. And if saying his name was all he required to lose that control, then f**k
