My body jostled as he brought one knee up and rested it on the bed. He deepened our kiss, forcing me back. When he stopped, I was startled, my eyes searching his to see if he'd changed his mind or if I had done something wrong. But all I saw was passion and . . . love.
He clasped our hands together and kissed my fingers. "Are you sure, Little One? If this is too soon . . ."
I shook my head. "I want this, Aaron. I want you. I want this, please . . ." I paused for a second, I was going to say make love, but that was presumptuous, since I wasn't sure he felt love for me. But saying fuck me, seemed a little brash. "I need to feel you inside me." There, that was a nice middle ground.
"Gladly." Aaron moved my hands up and released his hold, resting them around his neck. Then he swiftly slid his entire frame next to mine. "You are so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?"
Lucky? Him? He had no clue who the lucky one truly was, he had everything—a sexy body, looks, money, beautiful women throwing themselves at him. He was a star shining bright for everyone, and I was a teeny tiny dust mote, floating through the air unnoticed.
My mind was all over the place, but Aaron was focused, his pressure against my lips increased, and he let out a groan that rumbled straight to my center. His voice rolled down my spine, and I squirmed and tightened my legs in anticipation for him.
Leaning up a few inches, Aaron grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled it up and over his head before tossing it to the floor. Then his huge hands were tugging my shirt up, but he paused when my bra-covered breasts were exposed.
I was heaving, my body trying to convey what I wasn't saying, and that was that I wanted him—not in a few minutes or even seconds—but right that moment. Thank god, he got the clue, he reached behind me, and faster than any woman could, he unfastened my bra before lowering his mouth to my nipple and sucking.
He kneaded one breast while he sucked on the other only to change positions and continue his assault. When he lifted his hands, it was to remove my shirt and toss it to the slowly growing pile of clothes. I couldn't take my eyes off of his, their swirling shades of brown that only seemed to darken.
Aaron threw his jeans off and then shifted to rest on one elbow. With a groan that sounded more like him trying to control himself than actually enjoying this. He brushed his knuckles along my hip before grabbing on to the side of my panties and peppering kisses down the valley of my breasts and down my torso. His motions were smooth, and as the panties went down, so did his kisses.
“I’ve never thought of a belly button as sexy before,” he murmured with a chuckle. “But yours is. There isn’t one inch of your body that doesn’t turn me on.”
Oh, he had no idea . . .
“Aaron, I want you now. Please, don’t torture me any longer,” I begged.
Grinning, Aaron flung my panties off the side of the bed and then he was wiggling out of his boxer briefs. He positioned himself over me, and my breathing became rapid and choppy. I grasped hold of his biceps, but he wiggled free and moved his hands to my thighs, gently pushing them open, “So fucking beautiful.” Lowering himself to the bed, he moved his shoulders between my legs, and in one long lick, he had me nearly flipping off the bed.
“Holy shit!” I practically yelled.
Aaron only chuckled, his sound muffled because his head was buried in my pussy, raising one hand, he pressed it to my chest, guiding me back down.
His licks and sucks became more fervent as I lost myself in what he was doing to my body.
The need for release pooled in my stomach, my hips thrust, wanting him to take me over that edge. Aaron pushed me higher and higher. My moans were ripped from me as I was moved closer to orgasm and then I was all but convulsing as he took me over that precipice, and all of my insecurities seemed to melt away.
Before I knew it, he reached for the nightstand to grab a foil wrapper. I followed his movements and for the first time got a good glimpse at his cock. Gasping, I sat up. “Holy fuck, Aaron. How do you tote that thing around?”
He laughed as he rolled the condom down his long, wide, throbbing dick. “Since I met you, it’s definitely been a lot harder to walk around with.” He grinned, obviously amused. But something about that made him look boy-next-door handsome and all man at the same time.
There were no more words or joking, Aaron lowered his lips to mine and something about his kiss. This kiss was different than the others, this one screamed of possessiveness.
“You’re mine now, Little One, all mine. No more excuses, it is us. You’re mine.”
Aaron finally released my lips and slid up, his fists pressing deep into the mattress on either side of my head as he positioned himself.
He rubbed his cock up and down against me. “So fucking wet,” he murmured.
Shivers rippled down me as my fingers dug into his skin. I couldn’t believe we were going to do this. I was tense, and I knew it, but I didn’t have a clue how to relax, silly fears rummaged in my head.
“Hey,” Aaron said softly. “Don’t overthink it, Little One. I’ll go slowly. Trust me to take care of you.”
It was almost a little scary, the way he could read me. Still, it eased my tension, and slowly, I slid my legs
