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Friday night.
The work week had been agonizing so far, at least for you. Every minute that passed felt like an hour, and being starved of touch in just the right spot didn't help in the slightest. Needless to say, you were ready for the weekend. Of course, it'd be spent entirely at home cuddling with Aran, but no one had to know. Currently, you two were relaxing at his place and trying to find something on TV to entertain yourselves with. You had long since blocked everything else out, focused only on Aran's arm around your shoulder and his body heat. Something about the way Aran looked at you flipped that final switch in your brain.
"S-Sorry, what was that?" You asked as you were thrown back into full awareness.
"Ye alright? You've been on edge all week, darlin'," he repeated.
"Oh," you laughed sheepishly, and avoided his gaze. "It's nothing, I promise,"
Aran's shoulders drooped. "Did I do somethin'?"
You waved your hands apologetically. "No! No, not at all!" Technically, not a lie. "You've been great, like always,"
"Just great?! " He exclaimed, playing up his offense at that. You put on a smile, and he looked at you with scrutiny, as though he were trying to decipher an opponent. You hoped it hadn't been too obvious. Aran was great in bed, and although biologically you were satisfied, you usually felt yourself wanting something more, something different . After a few moments of silent consideration, he grinned. "Well, that's 'cause ye never use yer words,"
It was that obvious, huh?
Your breath hitched at the notion, and suddenly you were uneasy in the best possible way. "I… I don't,"
"Speak up, lass." Oh shit.
"I… I don't know how? Like, I've never been, umm," you paused, building up the courage to finally spit it out . "I've never dominated before," Aran chuckled lowly, and suddenly the throb in your pants was very noticeable.
"Let's start with this; do ye wanna kiss?" Your conscience was screaming at the opportunity. Chills went down your spine as a million thoughts raced through your head at once.
He hadn't even done anything, and you were already being overwhelmed. In a good way, of course.
"Yes, gently," you said. Aran gave you a peck on the cheek, and went back to channel-surfing. You blinked, stunned. "More," you added too eagerly. Aran's face lit up at that single word. He shifted onto his knees and you leaned back as he was suddenly above you. Your legs were now between his, effectively restrained.
"There it is." Aran placed a hand on the armrest behind your head for support, and leaned down to you. Your lips met with the same softness as before, and your eyes were barely open to see his own glaring behind your head. "Feckin' hard-ass armrest," he complained, smacking it with the palm of his hand. The wood beneath the upholstery creaked back.
You guffawed, cringing briefly at how loud you were just then. "Yeah, I probably should've said something, come to think of it." You groaned, shifting in a futile attempt to get comfortable on the sofa. Aran gazed into your eyes expectantly. You shivered, overwhelmed by the power you had over him. Usually, it was the other way around. "...Let's move to your room."
The moment you stumbled inside Aran's bedroom, you flopped onto his bed and rested your head on his pillow, trying to regain some semblance of rational thinking over the tingling that was everywhere below your stomach. Aran, meanwhile, simply stood at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, and it took you way too long to realize he was waiting for you to say something.
"Aran," you begged, squirming from excitement. "I need you. Right now,"
"Use yer words," the Irish bastard snarked as you started giggling, overcome by excitement.
"T-Take off everything but your underwear first," you managed to say, and did the same thing you told him to in preparation. He followed your directions, and was soon standing in only a pair of grey boxer briefs. Your eyes were automatically drawn to his chest, soft on the surface of his skin but firm underneath. You wanted nothing more than to rest your head on it and fall asleep, but a needy throb from your lower regions begged to be prioritized first. "Come here," you instructed, and Aran climbed on top of you, both of you now in about the same position as you were on the couch. He was equally as excited as you were, you could see it in his eyes, but the boxer remained submissive. You felt anxious under his gaze, and glanced anywhere but him as you put a hand over your mouth to muffle your excited giggles.
"What's the craic, lass?"
"I… I want you to…" You stuttered. Neither of you have tried something like this before, but you've seen videos of it and wanted it so bad . It looked and sounded like it felt phenomenal, and if Aran was doing it, well…
"Go on,"
"I… Can you… e-eat me out?" You asked, hand drifting down there. The words felt vile and foreign to you. Aran's gaze followed your hand, and he rose up off of you. You frowned, stifling a needy whine. Was this too much to ask? He then sat in front of you.
"Scooch up against the wall fer me," he said. Oh my god, this is actually happening. "Hand me a pillow, yeah?" He asked, and you chucked one at him. Aran got hit in the face by it, and you laughed while he leaned down so his head was over your crotch, slipping the pillow under his torso for support. "Cheeky shite," he swore. "Legs over me shoulders," the Irishman commanded, and you obeyed out of instinct. He then leaned forward to kiss the surface of your underwear. You let out an unflattering snort, amused by his antics.
"Take 'em off first!" You exclaimed, raising your legs, and he happily obliged. Once they were off, you dropped your legs over his shoulders once more, exhausted from the sexual tension. Aran kissed your clitoris deeply and ran his tongue up your folds, and a sweet sigh escaped your lips. "Keep going," you begged in a breathy voice as you reached for a pillow to put behind your back. "D-Don't stop until I climax." Aran hummed in affirmation, and did, in fact, keep going. You whined and squirmed as he made out with your pussy, your thighs occasionally squishing the sides of his face. Aran didn't seem to mind, and simply placed his hands on your waist to try and hold you steady.
"Easy," warned Aran, his voice gravelly. You could hear in his tone that he was very much enjoying how much you were enjoying this . It was fucking sexy , damnit, and one of the many reasons why you loved this man. He went back to lapping away at you while your hand drifted down to idly pet his hair. This was so much better than what you thought it would be, as evident by you making your 'getting fucked silly' face. Aran pulled back for air, tongue still teasing you as he panted.
You noticed that your nether regions were now covered in drool, though you were in absolutely no position to complain.
Your cries became drawn-out as he dove down to kiss you again. Feeling yourself getting close, you gripped the bedsheets for dear life while your wiggling intensified. Aran groaned lowly, clearly getting off to the noises you were making.
"Aran," you moaned as he gave you a toe-curlingly deep kiss, "I'm… haaah… I'm gonn- nnnh…"
"Scream fer me," he grunted, and after that, nothing else mattered. You cried out in pure euphoria, squeezing your thighs together while Aran tried to steady you in vain. He continued to lick at you as though your pussy was a SpongeBob popsicle with gumball eyes while you rode out your orgasm. As the muscles down there relaxed, he gave you a parting kiss before picking himself up off the bed. You already missed the sensation of his tongue flicking away, that had since been replaced by cooling saliva. "So, ye liked that?" He spoke in a hushed tone as you leaned forward and cupped his face, fondly petting the stubble on his chin. You let out a whine that could be interpreted as a 'yeah', and he smirked. Your eyes drifted down to his tense abs and then to the wet spot on his underwear. Part of you wanted to free the beast and satisfy him, but you were content with stopping here and laying together for the next hour or so before you two got ready for bed. You sunk down beneath him, beckoning Aran to cuddle with you.
After all, there was always tomorrow morning.