It feels like I’m trying to swallow a rock as Aaron talks quietly into my ear. His voice is like a fire that burns all of my instincts. I turn my head so that our lips meet and the second the heat of his mouth mixes with mine, I give up all of my defences.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. Aaron lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, he pushes me against the wall and presses his body against mine.
“I miss you,” he sighs on my lips. “I’d like to have you around, to see you at the pub, for you to bum around my house. I’d like to be able to kiss you in front of everyone, hold your hand and fall asleep with you in my arms. I’d like to tell you all the things you deserve to hear. I really would…” He caresses my face and lets a finger drop to my lip. “I adore your mouth, your blatant smile and your absurd pink hair.” He smiles. “I adore all of your colors, the light that stems from you, your dreams. I adore every damn thing about you, Ciara.”
I squeeze my grip around his waist and put my hands in his hair, pulling him to me.
This time it’s me who devours his mouth.
He wraps me completely in his arms as I go on nibbling his lips, looking insistently for his tongue and breathing him in.
He takes a few steps in the direction of the table where my colors and paintbrushes are without pulling away from me. With the sweep of an arm, he brushes everything that was on the table off of it, setting me down.
“God, Ciara,” he pants, breaking away from me slightly. “I’m not able to control myself when we’re in the same room. Do you understand what you’ve done to me? I can’t keep my mind off of you… You have become my obsession. When it comes to you, I’m not able to be rational.” He runs his shaking hands over my curves covered by my clothes and my body reacts by catching fire. “I can’t resist touching you.”
I bite his lower lip and he moans, hoarse and sensual, right into my mouth.
“Please Ciara… I need it. Right now. I need to feel that you’re mine.”
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AARON
hat I came here for. I didn’t want to make her mine here, on the table in the basement—but looking at her, her eyes, that mouth… Everything about her turned me on in one second.
I need to have her, to feel her inside of me and to know that she wants me too. If I don’t have her I’ll lose my mind.
“I need to feel that you’re mine,” I tell her impulsively, with my heart going a mile a minute.
She grabs my shirt and rips it off in an instant and when I realize this is her response to my request, I do lose control over my body, my mind and my damned heart.
“Ciara,” I breath the words in her face. “Are you sure?”
She slides a hand down to my painful erection and squeezes it through my jeans, forcing me to give a moan of suffering.
I cannot resist any longer.
I take off her top and plunge my head between her breasts to do away with that useless bra in one efficient bite.
I bite through the fabric and Ciara arches her back to me, allowing a heavy sigh to escape her lips. I back away to remove her leggings and she lets me, holding my gaze impatiently.
I grab her legs and drag her to me, making her push up against my erection that is begging to be freed.
Ciara must have read my thoughts because her hands go straight to the buttons on my jeans, opening them quickly and putting her hands inside my boxer shorts to squeeze my hard, pulsating member.
“Jesus!” I cry as her cold hands make contact with my hot skin.
Ciara comes closer to me, wrapping me up in her legs. I close my eyes instinctively and hold myself up on the table to avoid crumpling to the floor as she goes on touching me slowly and sensually.
I caress her over her underwear as she breathes on my collar. I slide a finger under the fabric and into her. Feeling her heat does something to me that I don’t have words for.
I remove her panties, I grab her hips and enter her with a deep thrust. She grabs onto my shoulders and moans in my ear.
I can’t stop myself, I can’t control myself, I cannot wait.
I sink into her, full and deep, holding her tightly in place by the hips and with every push, I feel a little part of me leaving me forever. It’s going out of me and becoming part of her.
I kiss her neck, her shoulder and drop down to her chest where that familiar scent of her luscious skin welcomes me back. I taste her with hunger and impatience, biting her over the fabric before lying her down on the table. My fevered hands run over her before resting firmly on her hips.
