“I could never regret doing this with you, Aaron, even if you broke my heart,” I tell him in all sincerity, because it’s the truth.
Even if tomorrow morning he wakes up saying it was all a mistake and that he feels nothing for me, I couldn’t do it.
I could never renounce the man I love.
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AARON
I throw the towel on to the floor. Her body brushing against mine makes me lose that last bit of control that I was clinging to.
I watch her and fill my eyes with the sight of her: eyes, head, soul.
And heart.
She takes my nape in her hands and pulls me towards her chest, silently asking me to put my head there between her full, tense breasts. Afraid that it might squash my heart I brush one with my lips. I’m hesitant to touch her, to kiss her, to really have her. She’s too precious to be contaminated by some useless man like me.
“Aaron,” she whispers. “Please!”
I let myself go to her, I let myself be transported by her caresses and her warm voice. I breathe in her scent before taking one of her nipples between my lips, making her moan right into my ear.
I am so hard and excited that just hearing her like that would almost be enough to make me come.
I caress her back as she scratches mine with her nails and it seems like she’s penetrated not only my skin but my worthless soul.
“Ciara…” I moan into her chest as she wraps her legs around my waist, folding them behind my back. The pain I feel between my legs in unbearable, I’d like to get some relief but I want to take all the time I can before the new day gets here, to taste what her skin is like and never to forget it again.
I free her from my arms and I make her lie down on my bed. I lie next to her and my hand runs down her soft body: neck, chest, stomach before stopping between her legs, a soft place which seems to go ablaze just by my touching it.
Ciara arches her back and the way she gives herself to me, and not just physically, fills my emptiness and covers each piece that was left under the shadows like a lawn full of daisies under the summer sun.
I touch her and she moans again, whispering my name.
How is she able to say it in that way?
She opens her eyes and looks at me intensely while I move between her legs, excited but trembling. I haven’t touched a woman’s body in a year and I’m full to the hilt of emotions, desire and frustration. I’m terrified that I won’t be able to contain myself and I don’t want her to think I’m some vicious bastard that was just looking for a way between her legs. In reply, she rests her hand over mine, causing me to move and her confidence makes me feel like a jackass: a man unable to love a woman as she deserves to be loved.
I go to her mouth and lick her lower lip as she opens hers to let me in. I devour her, almost not allowing her to breathe as my fingers get lost in her heat.
Ciara lets herself go completely, throwing her arms above her head and continuing to look at me. It excites me even more and at the same time makes me nervous about a disaster here in the sheets.
“Aaron…” My name vibrates on her lips.
“Say it again.”
She doesn’t deny me because as I move my fingers deep within her she repeats my name again and again.
The sensation of her body shaking and her innermost core contracting under my hand leaves me no escape. I have to feel her.
Now.
I don’t let her catch her breath because in a few seconds I invade her body, entering her without hesitation.
“I’m not able to resist you,” I confess, pushing myself all the way in. “God… I can’t…” I let slip and place an elbow near her head to avoid crushing her under my weight.
“Don’t hold back for me, Aaron. I want you exactly as you are.”
She could not have said anything more right, more erotic and tender all at the same time.
