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She didn’t realize tears were streaming down her cheeks until her keys twisted the door of her loft open. Pent up emotions of overwhelmingness and stress she had been holding in since the start of her day, were now released from the tight confines of her chest.
“Hey, my love, I made that spicy vodka pasta you sent-” Her boyfriend’s warm and enthusiastic smile disappeared as he took in his girlfriend’s glossy eyes and puffy red lips.
He knew something was wrong.
Aemond cleaned off the minced garlic that gathered between his fingers with a kitchen rag and did not think twice before running across the loft from the kitchen where she stood paralyzed sniffing out her cries.
“What’s wrong, my love? What happened? Talk to me”
She lightly brought her hand in the middle of Aemond’s chest, stopping his intrusion before he came. She did not expect for Aemond to be home early, she usually was the first one to arrive and prepare dinner for both of them and sometimes usually break out in a good cry when she was alone without the presence of her golden retriever boyfriend.
She and Aemond had been together a little over four months. It started right after they became roommates, when she put an ad on their school’s announcement board and Aemond was the only one who did not smell like cigarettes, or did not talk so loud and trendy, or even mysteriously eyed her furniture.
After they lived together for about a year things between them started heating up. Little soft touches became hot amorous touches that more often led to their clothing being left on the ground where they took out their carnal desire for each other.
Aemond was the first one to admit out loud his feelings for her, his hot roommate he had been secretly pining for since the moment she let him inside her loft wearing those tight jeans that showed the curve of her ass.
She, however, wasn’t so vocal about her feelings for Aemond. Of course, she loved him just as he did to her. But talking and displaying her emotions wasn’t something she excelled at and it was one of the reasons why she did not have many friends.
Everyone, to her, eventually left.
But Aemond stuck to her like glue, finding out ways to get her to talk openly and freely.
Aemond furrowed his brows in confusion as his girlfriend continued to pour the tears out of her eyes. He had never seen her cry this much before. Aemond knew she was under a lot of pressure in pharmacy school, usually annoyed at the workload Maester Orwyle was giving her.
She slowly lowered her arm away from his chest, dropping her keys along with her backpack heavy on the floor. She ran to Aemond without any hesitation like before.
“I don't think I can do this anymore. It’s too much, Aem” She cried, nuzzling her head against his chest. She smelled the pasta and garlic that lingered on his apron that she bought him from T.J. Maxx . ‘Kiss the cook’ it said, buying it for the sole purpose to kissing him.
Aemond drew soothing circles around her back, “You’re the strongest person I know and also the smartest. Seven Hells, you’re smarter than me! You’ll make an excellent pharmacist and maybe I’ll indulge your fantasy at playing doctor with me” He smirked, wiggling his brows after giving her head small little pecks.
She giggled at his last sentence.
“Come here”
Aemond led her to the laundry room where her fresh and cleaned pj’s were folded nicely, he took liberty in doing some laundry and some light chores around their home after his art history class was canceled. Her wandering eyes looked well pleased enough at the cleanliness and Aemond prided himself knowing he pleased the love of his life.
He changed her into her favorite Strawberry Shortcake matching pajama set, in hopes of trying to get his girlfriend to be comfortable and relaxed.
She thanked him with a small smile but Aemond could see the stiffness around her shoulders and the slight tremble around her hands as she tried to lift both of their pasta-filled plates to their wooden kitchen table.
Normally, a bit of chocolate sweets helped raise her blood sugar to cease the little shakiness whenever she cried or felt pressurized in her clinical work setting at the Citadel’s hospital.
But Aemond knew something else that would help release the tension in her body.
She yelped in surprise, nearly knocking over their plates as her boyfriend lifted her from underneath her arms to lay her on top of the table.
“What the-” Her sentence was cut off as Aemond sat himself in the dinner chair, scooting closer between her legs to speedily tug down her strawberry printed flimsy shorts and tossing them somewhere in the kitchen. Aemond did not care if he had just cleaned the kitchen, fuck that he needed his sweet girl to be taken care of.
“Normally your cunny serves me as dinner or dessert but right now it’s gonna be my appetizer” Aemond says with a hungry look in his eye.
There are butterflies fluttering inside her stomach as she watches Aemond placing her legs on top of his shoulders and bringing his lips to kiss each of her inner thighs.
She feels Aemond’s hot breath just centimeters away from the place she needed him the most and she let out an unfulfilled whine for Aemond to do something. Anything.
Aemond continued to trail kisses up to her pelvis, inhaling the heady sweet natural scent through the tufts of hair that were glistening with her honey. His beautiful girl was wet, too wet for him. Aemond figured he could just stuff her with his cock right then and there since no more preparations were needed.
But Aemond was starving and she was laying all spread out for him for the taking.
Her hips buckled upwards feeling Aemond’s index finger parting open her lips, circling the swollen bud slowly without much pressure. No doubt he was teasing her to test how much wetter she could get.
She wondered with his light graze if he could feel her heartbeat, how fast it was going with anticipation and desire for him.
“Aemond, please” She pleaded, using her calves to bring Aemond’s head closer to her cunt.
Aemond’s lips curled into a smirk and dragged his finger down inside her opening which earned a loud groan to be released from her. It was music to Aemond’s ears, a wonderful melody.
He dives in unhesitantly, flattening his tongue to lick a long stripe from her center to her clit. Her jaw slacked open and her eyes tightly sealed to a close at the sensation. Aemond knew how to work his tongue very well and often praised him for it.
“So sweet” Aemond hummed the truth. The vibrations sent more euphoric waves to settle at the pit of her stomach.
Aemond took turns in switching his fingers to circle her bud and using her his tongue to fuck her.
Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead and her silky hair stuck to her. From the looks of it, Aemond knew she was enjoying his ministrations.
She continued to fill the kitchen loudly with her moans as both of Aemond’s fingers and tongue relentlessly continued to explore and devour her like it was the first time.
She brought herself to sit on her elbows and she watched as Aemond’s darkened violet eye stared at her intently as he continued to take in everything she was giving him. The sight alone and the sounds of him slurping her juices brought her to a close.
Aemond felt his beauty’s fingers tangle his hair to bring him closer. He knew she was close so he did the one thing that he knew would bring her to peak.
He brought his lips to a close on her clit and gently suckled on her throbbing pearl and moved his head side to side, not caring if her juices drenched his face even more.
Her moans got louder and that band on her lower stomach snapped, releasing waves of warmth down her body. “Oh, Aemond! Yes!!” She cried loudly arching her back against the wood.
Aemond savored every bit of her honey, not letting any drop go to waste. Once her trembles of pleasure ceased, Aemond smiled knowing he was able to relax her.
For now.
Her body felt like noodles, she did not have the strength to sit back up. If anyone walked into the kitchen they would see how her position resembled that to a starfish.
But along that tiredness came hunger, and Aemond read her mind as he carefully helped her up, sitting her on his lap where she felt his hardness in his pants.
“You think you can handle my cock? Or was that too much, my love?” Aemond questioned, voice still coated in remnants of pleasure as he combed back the strands of hair that stuck to her face.
She leaned her head back on his shoulder tiredly. Could she handle him? She knew she could but her body was spent and weary from releasing all that pent up tension she lingered all day.
“Yes, Aemond,” She muttered with tired eyes.
Her hands helped loosen the knot of the apron and Aemond shimmied his way out of his black jeans and boxers. His cock sprung free from its confines. Rock hard, long with a slight curve up that aided in hitting that special spot inside her. She gasped at the small beads of pre cum that trailed from the angry red head.
Aemond hitched in his breath as she brought her finger to scoop his arousal and suck the drops away.
“Give it to me, Aemond. Put your cock right where it belongs”
Aemond moaned at her words and did exactly what his love wanted. He lined her body where his member stood proudly and greedily. He gave himself a few pumps before he gathered a few of her slickness and directed her hips to slowly sink herself down on him.
She let out a long, wanton moan watching his cock slowly disappear inside her. Aemond wasn’t any better; he was fighting the urge not to rut inside her velvet walls like an animal.
“B-big” Stuttered words left her.
After they maintained their breathing in order, Aemond brought the now cold, pasta plates directly in front of their seat. Aemond wasn’t sure if the tiny sighs of relief was due to the new tasty cooked meal or him being stuffed inside her.
Nonetheless, Aemond welcomed it. Her delicate and beautiful features displayed no more signs of sadness or pent up frustration, her appearance looked just as normal as before. Relaxed and happy. That was the girl he knew, the woman he fell in love with.
They ate while being unified together, something they always did on every occasional day. Aemond loved being stuffed inside her warmness and she loved being full to the brim. It was akin to a missing puzzle piece finally being found and attached to its set.
Once they finished their food rather quickly from the drained energy, Aemond, still attached to her, walked them over to their shared couch and laid them against the softness.
She but all hissed at the threat of him slipping out, Aemond reassured her with wolfish grin that he had no intention in leaving her anytime soon.
Aemond turned on the telly, settling on a new episode of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia. A show they both loved and spent heavy amounts of hours binge watching.
While Aemond had his focus on the episode where Charlie, Mac and Dennis were discussing the taste of creampies, she felt the need to grind against him trying to satisfy the new found itch her body was pleading to relieve.
Aemond glanced down, “Be still, my love” he warned, kissing the tip of her nose. She pouted dejectedly. His tip settled on that spongy part that would make her come apart with a slight movement of his hips.
A single strand of silver hair tickled the inside of her nose and before she knew it, before she could hold it in she jerked her body so suddenly as a sneeze escaped her followed by a series of mixed moans that she wasn’t sure if they were hers or his. But a deadly tight grip on her hips followed by twitch and warm thick ropes of spend, confirmed that Aemond had just come inside her.