How did things evolve so quickly? One minute, I’m enjoying some ice cream by the pool, and the next, I’m in the middle of a damn hot kiss in that very pool. A kiss I initiated. Seriously, what was I thinking, kissing him first? That is so unlike me and shows how Aaron drives me out of my mind. He loves to tantalize and aggravate me. And I let him?
Something short-circuits in my brain when it comes to Aaron. But even though he’s such an annoying tease, he’s also attentive and considerate, a great listener and conversational partner, and we share the same sense of humor. Throw in his beautiful eyes and sexy smile—including the dimple—and I’m toast.
The worst part is he knows it, and now he pulls me after him over to my aunt’s house, planning on doing who knows what.
Okay, I might have an idea what Aaron plans on doing, and damn, that makes me nauseous. A nervous tingling sits in the pit of my stomach as we approach the house, where there won’t be anyone disturbing us. We’ll be alone—just him and me.
He stops in front of the door and waits for me to unlock it. We enter, and as soon as the door is closed, Aaron turns to me and presses me up against the wall with his hard body, making me gasp. He cups my face and buries his fingertips in my hair. “I can’t resist you anymore,” he murmurs before he closes the last inch between our lips, continuing where we left off in the pool. His tongue doesn’t meet much resistance when it enters my mouth to deepen the kiss. A soft moan escapes my lips when I taste him; the flavors of vanilla ice cream, the sun, pool, and a hint of something I haven’t savored in a long time mingle in my mouth. It’s a delicious promise that makes me weak in the knees, and I lose track of time and space.
I cling to him to prevent myself from sliding down the wall, which makes Aaron pull back and lock his gaze with mine. Neither of us speaks a word, yet his body language and facial expression tell me so much that it makes me even more nervous. The desire I read in his eyes makes me shiver in curious anticipation. I’m still not sure if I can handle him.
He gently strokes my cheek with his thumb before he brushes it over my mouth, and in a moment of utter oblivion, I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck. I swirl my tongue and play with his finger, all while I keep eye-contact. If I had more working brain cells left, I’d wonder what this guy does to me—how he pulls me way out of my comfort zone and makes me do things I never thought I’d do.
A low growl comes from somewhere deep in his chest, deliciously vibrating through every part of my body as a reward for my uncharacteristic boldness. “Fuck, Kaitlyn,” he groans. “You drive me out of my mind.”
Welcome to my world.
Without warning, he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. Resting his hands on my ass, he walks over to the living room, where he lays me down on the couch, kissing me incessantly.
With every stroke of his tongue against mine and with every touch of his hand on my burning skin, my mind shuts off more and more, but the nervousness lingers. Under my shirt, his fingers inch closer to my bikini top, caressing the underside of my breasts. My lady parts scream for more attention while my brain isn’t entirely convinced yet. Never have I made out like this with a guy after just one week. But never has a guy made me feel what he does. I know I should slow things down, but my body won’t obey, and I realize I’m done with playing it safe. I want to be audacious and not think about the consequences. I want to feel good, and Aaron certainly accomplishes that. I think back to the promise he made last night: “I will worship every inch of you.”
Pictures of him doing just that flash before my inner eye – of him and me, naked – and all of a sudden, my nervousness grows. My whole body tenses up, and I need to take a deep breath.
Aaron pulls back from our passionate kiss and studies me. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I’m a little nervous. I’m not very good at this whole physical thing.”
He chuckles. “I don’t believe that. But we can stop anytime if you’re uncomfortable with this.” He brushes his fingertips along my thigh up to the hem of my shorts, showing me what this is.
I close my eyes and moan softly. When I open them again and my gaze meets his, my racing heart pumps the blood through my veins, causing an uncontrollable flush of heat. Damn, I want this – I need it. I place my hand on his cheek, and he leans into my touch, gently kissing my palm. We stare at each other for a moment before he finally lowers his mouth to find mine in a hungry kiss.
While I get lost in him and his lips and his touch, the need for more grows unbearable, and it’s safe to say the wetness between my legs is not only due to the still damp bikini bottoms. I’ve never craved someone’s touch like I craved his. I want his body pressed up harder against mine, want his lips on me, his hands on my bare skin – everywhere. No man before him ever evoked this kind of physical response, and while this is a tiny bit scary, it also feels fucking fantastic!
Aaron’s body slips between my thighs, and he presses his pelvis against my core. I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him even closer. As the kiss gets more passionate and demanding, my moans get louder, and his hands explore every inch of my skin within his reach.
All of a sudden, Aaron pulls back. With a sigh, he gets up and holds out his hand. I give him a quizzical look, and he laughs softly. “Where’s your bedroom? We’re not gonna do this on the couch.”
I bite my lips and take a deep breath to keep in a moan. I sit up and look at his face before my gaze wanders down his body to the part that is proof of the effect I have on him. Aaron clears his throat, and my eyes snap back to his. He smirks at me while he still holds out his hand. “Enjoying the view?” He arches one eyebrow as he notices my hesitation and adds, “I stand by my word; we can stop anytime.”
When his smirk turns into a gentle smile and his eyes convey a warmth that heats my insides, any hint of uncertainty vanishes. I trust him, so I grasp his hand and let him pull me up. I lead the way over to my bedroom, where he closes the door and stands in front of me. He places his hands on my hips just below the hem of my shirt, and his fingertips gently stroke the bare skin on my waist. By now, the party the butterflies are having in my belly is in full swing. Aaron plants a short, soft kiss on my lips before he asks, “Are you sure you want this?”
As my answer, I lift my arms, and he runs his hands up my sides, taking my shirt off me. I do the same to his, and once he stands in front of me bare-chested, I can finally make that fantasy of mine come true. My hungry eyes take in every inch of his muscular torso while my greedy fingers outline his abs and find him firm yet somehow soft to the touch.
My heart skips a beat when he moves his hands to my back to the straps of my bikini top, and before I know it, it goes flying to the floor, too, and Aaron lets out this sexy male growl when he pulls me into him and my breasts touch his chest. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin, and my pulse pounds in my ears when he runs his lips along my jaw and neck down to my hard and sensitive nipples. I arch my back and moan his name when he flicks his tongue over one nipple while his fingers play with the other. I bury my hands in his hair as he continues his ardent assault on my breasts, which sends more waves of lust through me.
And then, the pace picks up. Aaron opens my shorts and slides them off me, leaving me only in my bikini bottoms. Without hesitation, he picks me up and carries me over to my bed, where his body presses mine into the mattress and we become one tangled mess of limbs and tongues.
“Oh, babe. You feel incredible.” A hot shiver runs down my spine when he murmurs his words; it’s like his voice caresses every inch of my burning skin. His lips explore my whole body, and his warm breath tickles all my sensitives spots when he whispers my name over and over. As soon as he reaches my most sensitive spot between my legs, I arch my back as I moan in ecstasy. His fingers tease me as he runs them agonizingly soft over my hot core through my bikini bottoms, and that ecstatic moan turns into a frustrated groan. I need him to touch me. I tilt my hip, hoping to find some friction, which makes Aaron chuckle. “So impatient,” he mumbles onto the skin of my inner thigh. “Tell me what you need, babe.”
Ugh, don’t make me. I’m not much of a talker during sex, and I can’t think straight anyway, with his mouth so close to my center. “Touch me, Aaron,” I manage to mutter.
He chuckles. “Where? Here?”
I groan in frustration yet again at his teasing when he gently runs his fingertips over my calf and knee. I prop up on my elbows and let out a whimper as I shake my head.
I grab his hand with a groan and place it where I want it.
He bites his lips and grins at me. “You can’t say it, can you? Fine, just moan for me then.”
I not only moan – I cry out in intense pleasure when he shoves the bikini bottoms to the side and plunges two fingers inside me. I fall back into the sheets and tilt my head back as I pant and writhe under his touch. He lowers his mouth to suck on my clit while he slowly slides his fingers in and out of me. The tension inside me builds up rapidly, and I try to enjoy this a little longer, but my body screams for release when he picks up the pace and sucks a little harder. An exquisite tingling in my lower abdomen announces my imminent orgasm, and I give in. I tighten around his fingers as he curls them inside me. I hardly notice how Aaron moves up my body, his thumb taking the place of his lips on my clit, pressing down hard and rubbing in a circular motion.
“Come,” he breathes before he devours my lips and swallows my moans as I climax. I buck my hips against his hand as I ride out the waves of my orgasm, only slowly coming down from this blissful high. But Aaron doesn’t give me much time to come back to my senses. He kisses me fervently as he presses his hips into me with his erection straining the zipper of the shorts he’s still wearing.
Hungry for more, I run my hands over his back, lightly scraping his skin with my nails, which elicits a typical male grunt from him. He pulls back from the kiss and looks at me with heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes. “Damn, you make me lose control,” he groans. “You still want this? You want me?”
I take a deep breath. “I want you, all of you. Inside me. Now.”
A sultry smile spreads on his lips as he gets off the bed. I lift my body up on my elbows and watch him take off his shorts. I moan softly and press my thighs together when I see his impressive erection, wondering how he will feel inside me. He pulls out a foil pack from the pocket of his pants and tears it open. Of course he came prepared. Mesmerized, my eyes are glued to his hands as he rolls the condom over his hard length. But again, he doesn’t give me any time. He rips my bikini bottoms off me, spreads my legs, and is instantly back on top of me.
“Ready?” he asks one last time as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe on his lips before I kiss him. And when his tongue enters my mouth, he slowly sinks inside my body until he fills me completely. I dig my fingers into his shoulder at the sensation, getting lost in everything that surrounds me: my moans and his low growls as he pulls out of me just to thrust right back in, his hard muscles under my fingertips, and the scent of him and me and our arousal. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in further, not wanting to let go.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. “Fuck, you smell so good, and you feel incredible,” he murmurs onto my skin.
Incapable of forming any words, I tighten my grip on his shoulders before I tighten my inner muscles around him.
“Damn,” he growls. “So good.”
He must be close to his release because his slow and deliberate thrusts get faster and more erratic, which pushes me further toward my own climax. He claims my mouth again, kissing me deeply while slamming into me harder and deeper. And then, he comes, his body shaking, and I follow him over the edge a few moments later.
With my eyes closed, I try to catch my breath. I loosen my grip on him, feeling entirely sated after two mind-blowing orgasms. “Damn,” I say as I let out a long sigh.
Aaron chuckles. “Yeah,” he mumbles. He lifts himself up on his hands and looks at me with the widest grin. He tenderly kisses my lips before he rolls off me. “You were right earlier,” he says as he pulls me into him, “when you said you weren’t good at this. It was awful. We should do it again. For training purposes.”
I laugh softly as I wrap my arms around him, not caring about his teasing for the first time. “Fine. Teach me.”
“Oh, I will, babe,” he murmurs before he kisses me, and I shiver at yet another delicious promise.