Aaron took himself in his hand stepped between her spread thighs. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He stroked himself, watching her.
Celine whimpered, her head rolling to the side. "Please, don't make me wait anymore."
He continued to stroke himself, watching her. "Are you on the pill?"
She nodded, lifting herself up so that her hips came completely off the table. “Yes.”
He was lost.
Barely biting back the primitive need to thrust inside her, Aaron carefully lined up the thick head of his cock with her wet slit. He’d barely gotten in an inch before she wrapped her legs around and pulled him. His grabbed her hips and pinned her in place as he deliberately worked himself inside her, inch by slow torturous inch. Her tight core squeezed him, pulling him deeper.
Celine grabbed his arms and he cried out.
"That's it baby, take me." He pressed in until he was fully seated inside her. "Take all of me."
She moaned, tossing her head from side to side.
He set a hard and steady pace, easing out and then slamming back in, unable to take his eyes off her. He took her like that. Without relenting, until she was frenzied and out of control. With every thrust, she climbed higher and higher. And then she exploded, her climax ripping a scream from herthroat.
Celine fell apart in his arms, shuddering and moaning. Her beauty stole his breath and her reaction to him stole his soul. He couldn't get enough of her. Like a man possessed, he slammed into her over and over, his own orgasm building at the base of the spine, ready to explode.
She clung to him like he was her anchor in the storm.
He never wanted this moment to end.
Aaron clenched his jaw fought to keep going, but the pleasure was too powerful.
“Aaron!” Celine cried out, spasming around his length, ripping his orgasm free. Aaron roared his pleasure, coming inside her so hard his knees went weak.
Aaron fell to the desk, barely catching himself on his elbows before he crushed her. Her hard breathing matching his own, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Aaron closed his eyes and savored the rolling aftershocks of her orgasms clenching his cock.
When he could breathe again, Aaron lifted his head just enough to take her lips in a tender kiss that went straight to his heart. A craving totally different than the blinding intensity of a few moments ago began to build inside. He wanted to hold her in his arms and savor her like this forever.
Aaron pulled out and lifted her in his arms. "Hold on."
She buried her face in his neck and nodded, her hot, little pants tickling his skin. He moved over to one of the fluffy padded chairs and sat down, enjoying her weight on top of him. Celine snuggled up against his chest, her contented sigh warming is soul.
He stroked her silky hair with one hand while anchoring her to him with the other, unable to separate them in any way.
Shit. He was in trouble.
He’d never been so fascinated with any other woman. Sure, he'd enjoyed them, and as soon as they’d shared a mutual nightin bed, he walked away without another thought.
Aaron closed his eyes and dropped a kiss to head, reality creeping in. He was in way over his head with Celine, even after he’d vowed to never let himself fall for a woman, not after what he'd seen the life of being in the SF did to his parents.
He’d never understood how a man could do that to a woman. But then he'd never been possessed with a single-minded instinct to possess anyone before her.
Is this how his father felt about his mother? Unable to stay away from her even though he knew he should?
Washerepeating the same mistake?
She was so fragile, so trusting in his arms. Her tiny frame made him feel like he would break her if he held her too tight, how could he expect her to survive the hardships of being with a man in the Teams?
The warmth inside chilled at the thought of hurting Celine. He knew without a doubt she wanted him, and for more than sex. If she begged him not to go on a mission, knowing how deadly his job was, would he walk away or stay?
Aaron heard the distinct click of the door opening behind them and in an instant, threw Celine behind the chair. She gasped and plastered herself to his back.
He met the furious, wintry grey gaze of his commander. "This isn’t your post.”
