At his request, I open them wide in time to let myself be captured by his deep glance that is full of desire.
He stares deeply into my eyes as his own darken over from passion as he continues to fill me until I hear his panting faster and directly on my lips now. And when he understands that I’ve reached my limit, he gives a powerful thrust that causes both of us to scream together. He lets out a sigh of contentment which gets lost in all my huffing and puffing before pulling away slightly and resting his forehead on mine.
I let myself slide down the shower wall and Aaron helps me because I would not be able to support my own weight right now.
This man should be illegal.
Then he looks at me and smiles, before kissing me with an unanticipated sweetness that replaces the forceful feelings he just took out on me a minute ago.
He imprisons me with suffocated breathing and lips that love each other slowly; with bodies that vibrate the same melody and entwined fingers that paint the entire world.
Together.
He pulls back from me and touches my face with his beard.
“You…you… God, I can’t find a fucking word to describe you, Ciara. Forgive my limited vocabulary. I’m not good with words and all that—”
“Hush!” I interrupt him. “Don’t say anything.”
“Well, I had to come up with something.”
You could tell me that you loved me,I think, but don’t say it out loud. I wouldn’t dare.
This could be my only chance to draw him to me, the only chance I get and I don’t want to waste it by scaring him to death.
He’s not ready to hear it.
And I’m not ready for his refusal.
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AARON
We’ve just gotten out of the shower after having an intense session of boiling sex under the water. In every sense.
This night has really been something, one of its kind. I feel so good with her, comfortable as if my body already new hers to perfection, as if they were born already connected.
I already knew exactly which places to touch, where to slide my hands and where to place my lips, even if I’ll confess I wasn’t ready for her reaction: I wasn’t expecting her to be completely free with me and surprised that I, in turn, was able to let myself go totally to her.
It feels like our bodies were destined to belong to one another.
Ciara dries her hair with a towel, looking at herself in the mirror in my bedroom. She’s still completely naked but she walks around the room as if she were dressed, hair done and ready to start her day. She’s got this casualness and self assurance that I envy; sure, she’s still young and has a perfect body, why would she have inhibitions? It’s just she’s so natural in everything she does, I almost find it embarrassing.
I watch her as she moves her hair. The colored tufts mix together with her natural blonde, falling down like a waterfall along her naked back.
Good Lord, what a back.
I jump to my feet and in two seconds I’m standing behind her. I grab her by her waist and pull her to me. She throws her head back against my shoulder leaving her neck exposed, and I can’t resist biting it. This woman is so damned exciting, I’d like to eat her up in bites.
I kiss her shoulder, I caress her arm and I feel her shiver. I brush her hair to the side and bite her earlobe as she pants in exhaustion.
“I’ll never have enough of you, you realize that don’t you?” I say, squeezing her hips and letting her feel how much I really still want her.
Lord, I won’t be able to do without this pleasure, now that I’ve experienced it.
I’m tempted to throw her down on the bed and discover a little more about her, to kiss this entire body all over and have her under me every second of my life, when Jay bursts into the room without knocking.
“Hey, Aaron, you’re up… Oh, shit!” Jay says, covering his eyes with his hands. “I should not have seen that. Please, just tell me the naked girl in your room isn’t Ciara.”
