Chapter 19. Resurrection of Our Sex Lives

I watch Aaron in anticipation. He looks down at our pelvis, slowly entering into me. I throw my head back as pleasure consumes me. Water droplets run down our bodies as he slowly buries his entire length into me.

Fuck, I missed this.

I wanted to voice it out, conveying how pleasured I felt. But I figured it would ruin the mood.

Holding onto his strong shoulder, I let him have his way. He pulls out, ever so softly only to enter back with a greater intensity. My body twisted with pleasure.

"Don't torture me again, Aaron. Please." I beg the man. He smirks, knowing I hated slow sex than anything else.

Deciding that our bath was finished, I was carried to the bed while he fetched a dotted, minty condom from the drawer. I watch in a feral excitement, my pussy was clenching for his juicy cock.

As he went down on me, stroking himself for awhile, I felt the bliss of the moment. 

"Oh, fuck. So good." I moan, placing my hands on his head. I was bu