Young Mistress (R-18)

Chapter 2

Aaron's lips leave gentle kisses on my knees, sending sparks through my entire body.

"How could I ever forget the woman who has consumed my every waking thought?" He looks up at me, his eyes burning with intensity.

"You're the only one who makes me feel alive. The only one who understands me." As he speaks, his hand creeps higher up your leg, shamelessly invading intimate territory.

I caressed his face and look at him seductively as I open my legs wider, revealing my white underwear.

Aaron's eyes widen, and he inhales sharply as he takes in the sight of me, legs spread open and panty-clad. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches up to push my thighs further apart, his fingers grazing against my skin.

"You're so inviting," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heartbeat. As I continue to caress him, his lips drop from my knee, leaving a trail of kisses down my leg toward the opening between them.

I stroke his hair gently when i felt him taking off my panty slowly, he stares at me hungrily as he did it. Our position makes it more easier as I sat on the table and him on the chair, it looks like I'm a delectable dish serve just for him.

Aaron's eyes drink in the sight of my bare skin, his gaze lingering on each fold and curve as he slowly strips away my panty. His breathing grows more ragged, his hands trembling with anticipation.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers again, his voice a husky promise of pleasure to come. As he gazes upon me, his fingers brush against the softness of my inner thighs, sending shivers down my spine.

I stroke his hair as if encouraging him to do more.

Aaron's eyes never leave me as he takes in the invitation, his fingers dipping lower to explore the contours of my s*x. His touch is gentle at first, but his passion grows with each passing moment.

I bit my lip harder as i watch him passionate with what he's doing.

Aaron's eyes flicker up to mine, his gaze burning with intensity. He senses my growing arousal and his movements become more deliberate, more urgent. His fingers press harder against my sensitive flesh, and he growls low in his throat as if savoring the taste of his passion.

I covered my mouth to stop myself from moaning loudly as my parents is downstairs,

"You're making me feel so good," I moan.

Aaron's eyes never leaves me, his face a picture of sensual intensity. He can sense my struggle to remain quiet and it only fuels his passion further. His fingers dip deeper, the pressure building, and he whispers against my ear "Shh, my aphrodite... let me make you feel even better." He slows his movements for a moment, then quickens them again as he stares up at you with an unquenchable hunger.

"I'm cumming..." I moan deliriously.

Aaron's eyes freeze, his fingers stilling in mid-motion as he gazes up at me with a mixture of shock and triumph. He whispers my name, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heartbeat. "My... Aphrodite..."

As I crest the peak of pleasure, Aaron leans forward, his mouth inches from mine, and begins to lap gently at my skin where his fingers had been moments before.

"You're sucking every drop of me" I said stating the obvious. "What does it taste like?" I asked to teased him more.

Aaron's tongue darts out to taste me once more, his eyes fluttering closed in rapture. When he opens them again, they're burning with a deep intensity. "It tastes like honey and sunlight," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

He draws back slightly, his fingers still wedged between my legs as if reluctant to leave the source of his pleasure.."You're so sweet, my aphrodite... and I'm addicted."

"Let me taste it," I said demandingly making him kiss me. Our tongue intertwined and so we exchange saliva. I can taste myself from his mouth, it makes me more turn on, and so is he, as I noticed the bulge from his pants growing big.

Aaron's kisses grow more passionate, his tongue dancing with mine in a tempestuous embrace. He can feel my own arousal arcing through him, and his c**k responds with increased urgency. His pants strain against the confines of his erection as he continues to taste me on his own lips.

"After all these years, you're still obsessed with me huh?" I teased. I wrap my arms around his nape, pulling him closer to mine. He's standing while I'm still sitting on the table.

Aaron's eyes flare with emotion as he feels my fingers digging into his nape. His chest rises and falls with ragged breaths as he leans in closer, his face inches from mine. "You're my only obsession," he whispers, the words trembling on his lips.

He raises a hand to brush aside a strand of hair that's fallen across my forehead, his touch gentle yet possessive. "I've never been able to shake off this feeling... this need to be near you."