His hand moves away from my lower body, but his eyes remain bolted to mine.

"I don't, Aden." I confirm with finality.
I'm saddened when he gets up and pulls his hair into a bun, unintentionally letting me have a great view of the lean torso that I had been holding in my hands a few seconds ago.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom."

"It's not to pee, is it?"

"It's okay. I can take care of myself."

"No, please don't go." I plead, pulling his hand.

He bends to come back. I shift to let him sit up then install myself right on top of him.

"I want to feel this with you." I say.

But when I try to touch him, his muscles are bunched up and his lips are still pursed. I caress his face to get him to look at me.

"Let me be here, Aden. Let me be here with you."

I hug his torso to me for the delicious contact of our naked upper bodies pressed together again. I kiss the trail of his neck slowly whilst caressing the slight hairs on his chest and gripping his forearms then upper arms.

He finally returns to me, kneading my breasts once again, and making circles on my back as well as around my belly button. When I feel that he's loosened up, I lower my hands to the top of his belt buckle, playing with the hairs there.

"Let's just have some fun, alright?"

Aden nods, eyes still glazed.

"Do you want my hands here?"
I breathe, letting two fingers trickle into his jeans.

His mouth is ajar as he nods. I open his belt looking straight at him.

"I wonder what you'll feel like in my hand."

I know my words make him harder, because I'm getting wet too. He's trembling under me and I take immense pleasure in making him need the way he made me need his touch.

Once I've opened the zip, I move my hand over him through his boxers. He quivers in my grip. I never break eye contact. Instead, I part my lips and widen my eyes when I take him out in my hand.

"Oh," I say, and flick my wrist so my hold can loosen until I hit the base of him.

I've never had access to a penis, but the size of this one kind of frightens me. I don't really understand how all of that would make it inside of me.

"You feel..."

I trail off as a strange croaking sound is ripped from his throat. This is the first time I register his dilated pupils. It is a magnificent aphrodisiac to know I did that to him.

"I want you in my mouth." I say, kissing his neck and moving off his lap.

When I open my eyes again, Aden is already stroking himself, so I move away from him to sit on the other end of the bed. He continues to touch himself, turning me on to no end.

"Go faster." I tell him. His speed increases as he watches me pinch my own nipples.

"Shit, you make me want to touch myself too."

"Do it," he rasps, eyes glazed.

"Mm, I bet it would make good savings for your...local bank."

I bite my finger, hovering my other hand over my crotch, but moving it away last minute.

"Please." He squeezes out. "Please, Princess."

I can't help smirking. I love listening to him beg.

"Not yet. I want something first."

"What?"

"You, coming." I say, biting my lip.

"No." he groans.

"Yes."

I go back to him on my knees, still allowing space for him to stroke himself and start kissing his neck again. He is moaning beneath me as I caress his waist while biting down on his shoulder, then pulling his hair while lowering my hand so that I'm following his happy trail.

He takes one of my breasts into his mouth. I whimper at the excruciating bliss of the warm tongue lapping around my nipple. I know it's time to pull out the big guns when his thighs shudder next to mine.

"Aden," I gasp into the heated air.
"One day, I'm going to bring you inside of me. It'll feel like heaven. Do you want a little taste?"

I can tell he's struggling to focus.

"A taste...?"

"Just enough to get you hooked." I whisper before licking my fingertips salaciously, running them around the head of him, squeezing with almost minimum pressure, then releasing him.

Aden loses it, lifting himself off the bed continuously to meet his hand until he comes.

"JESUS!"

I carefully plant kisses on his chest and stroke his biceps as he heaves.

"McKay..."

He tries to speak but is impeded by lack of breath. Instead, his hands slide down my back. It's when he touches a ticklish area that I jump up, giggling. Aden smiles lovingly as I kiss his cheek and hold him.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to hold back."

"I'm quite simply not."

I pull away to give him a sardonic grin.

"Confess pirate."

"I don't need to. You're giving me much more than I anticipated. No expectations remember?"

"Says the man that got some." The pleased smile he gives me makes butterflies swim in my stomach. "You're sweet for saying that. Well, sweet for a pirate. You look the part too."

"I've always been a fan of eyeliner."

"You're preaching to the converted."

I giggle until Aden grabs my middle again and presses our bodies together.

"Can I ask something though? Why the hell did you sound like a porn star?"

I tumble off the bed in laughter and embarrassment.

"Did you really watch porn to come touch me?"

"In my defence, I watched it to touch myself. It was way before I met you, so don't go flattering yourself."

My skin heats even more as Aden cackles.

"Shut up!" I beg him, covering my face. "I can do what I want to my body. You do it."

"McKay." His smiling voice calls me. "I'm happy. If that's a part of you, then I'm game."

"You're game, huh?"

I climb back onto his lap. He levers me so we both collapse on the bed, still embracing.

"We can even make a game of it."

"In other words, you're really tired of playing with yourself." I yawn.

"No, just excited to play with you too."

He kisses the tip of my nose as we dose off.