When I walk up to Kaitlyn’s house to pick her up for the party, my heart rate picks up. Even though I was with her just a couple of hours ago, I’m as excited as a little kid to see her again.
It’s unbelievable what this woman does to me. As much as I want to scold myself for getting into this way too quickly and way too deep, I can’t. I don’t care if this might end badly because all I can see right now is how good she is for me and my peace of mind.
When I knock on the door and Kaitlyn opens it a moment later, my heart skips a couple of beats. She stands in front of me wearing a turquoise strapless, knee-length sundress, which is the definition of form-fitting. It clings to her every curve and nicely displays her long legs. Her brown hair falls over her bare shoulders in loose waves, and only with some effort, I can hold myself back from burying my face in it. My eyes wander over her body, down to her legs and back up to the plunging neckline, which shows just enough of her cleavage to make me want to do things to her that aren’t appropriate while being in public.
Kaitlyn clears her throat. “My face is up here, Aaron.”
“I’m sorry; are you talking to me?” I answer with my gaze still fixed on her boobs. “Were you planning on staying in tonight? Because I’m seconds away from ripping that ridiculously sexy dress off your body and having my merry way with you.”
With a chuckle, she grabs my chin and lifts my head so I look into her eyes. “Hi,” she whispers before she gently kisses my lips. The second her mouth touches mine, her sweet, flowery scent envelopes me and wraps me up in our own little bubble.
“Hello, beautiful,” I breathe before I bury my fingers in her hair and deepen the kiss. I take a step forward and push her into the house. I close the front door with a kick, turn us around, and press her up against the wall. She gasps, which turns into a moan—a sound that goes straight to my groin. It takes all my willpower not to touch her soft skin underneath her clothes.
Turns out, I don’t have much willpower when it comes to her. My hands wander along her thighs and under her dress. I cup her ass, squeezing tightly, pressing her body closer to mine while my tongue explores her mouth.
Kaitlyn clings to me, fisting my shirt at my waist. “Damn, Aaron,” she whispers on a long exhale. “You were serious about what you just said.”
“About me having my merry way with you?” I ask as I run my lips along her neck. ”Of course. I never joke when it comes to sex.”
She chuckles. “Hey, you promised me a party. I agreed, even though that’s not really my thing. And now I want to go. So let’s go.” She gently pushes me off her. “We’ll have more time for that later.”
“You’re right,” I say with a heavy sigh. “Next time I’m taking you out, please don’t wear something like that.”
She laughs as if she knew she could wear a potato sack and I would react the same way. And it’s the truth. I’m addicted to this woman and the way she makes me feel—good thing she hasn’t realized that yet.
With every bit of self-control I can muster, I let her put on her shoes and grab her purse without acting on the urge to touch her some more so we can be on our way. I take her hand and intertwine our fingers, and even this simple gesture makes all my nerve endings stir and tingle. We walk over to my car, and I open the car door for her. Before she gets in, she places another one of those lethally soft kisses on my lips. She’s really testing my mental strength tonight. With a deep breath, I close the car door and get in behind the wheel.
A short drive later, we arrive at my friend Daniel’s house. It’s his childhood home, but his parents decided to move to sunny Florida, so he moved in there recently, and this is his house-warming party.
The music coming from the backyard indicates the celebration has started already. I grab Kaitlyn’s hand again as we enter the house without bothering to knock, and we walk straight out into the back. There’s not too much going on yet, only a few people are scattered around the porch and the lawn, but I guess more guests will arrive later.
“Aaron!” Daniel calls as he spots us. He gets up from his lounger, pushing aside the blonde that was sitting on his lap. At least he gives her an apologetic smile before he comes up to us. “Hey, man. Great to see you.”
We shake hands, and I point to Kaitlyn. “Daniel, this is Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn, Daniel.”
“Nice you meet you,” Daniel says, taking Kaitlyn’s hand to plant a kiss on her knuckles.
I roll my eyes and groan as I shove him away. “That’s enough. You know she’s here with me, right?”
“Relax. I’m not gonna steal her away. Unless she wants me to,” he says with a smirk. I sigh heavily, but Daniel ignores me. “Welcome to my humble home. Grab a drink and make yourselves comfortable.”
“Sure,” I mumble, grasping Kaitlyn’s hand. I know he’s just teasing, but right now it annoys me a little. I don’t want Kaitlyn to feel uncomfortable. We walk over to the coolers where I grab two sodas and hand her one.
“Hey, Aaron!” We turn around when someone says my name behind us.
“Hey, Oliver.” I give my friend and colleague a wide smile as he approaches us. We shake hands, and I introduce him to Kaitlyn.
“I haven’t seen you outside the bar for ages,” Oliver says. “Where have you been hiding?”
I shrug. “Been busy. But I’m here now. So, how are things?”
As the evening progresses, I introduce Kaitlyn to more of my friends, and we talk and laugh, and I get the impression she’s genuinely enjoying herself. I love watching her interact with everyone; I adore her shy smile and how sometimes she nervously tucks her hair behind her ear. Tonight, everything about her is so damn sexy, and I can’t take my eyes off of her. A certain tension gradually builds inside me until—after a few hours pass—I need to have her alone for a moment.
“Hey,” I whisper in her ear. “Let’s go get you another drink. Excuse us,” I tell Oliver and his girlfriend, who we were talking to. I take Kaitlyn’s hand and pull her after me into the kitchen. Once we’re out of sight and I make sure no one’s inside, I grab her and press her up against the closest wall. I bury my fingers in her hair and capture her mouth with mine before she can protest.
"Wha–” she gasps. “Aaron, what are you doing?”
“Isn’t that obvious?” I respond as I shower her neck with tender kisses. “Looking at you and not being able to touch you all night is torture. I can’t wait any longer; I need to have you.”
“Have me? What... Aaron!” she pants as I spread her legs with my knee and run my fingers over her panties along her hot core.
“Please tell me you want me as much as I want you,” I murmur before my mouth is on hers again.
“Oh, Aaron,” she moans into the kiss. “Someone could walk in.”
"Hmhmm, you’re right. Come on.” I grab her hand, pull her after me into the pantry and close the door. As only the light from the kitchen shines through the cracks of the door, we are enveloped in almost complete darkness. I can hardly see Kaitlyn; I only feel her. I feel the heat her body radiates, feel her need and desire, and her arousal. My hands are all over her, and she presses herself harder against me as she returns my kiss with growing hunger. I slide down the top of her dress to free her breasts so I can suck on her hard nipples.
“Ah, fuck. To hell with who could catch us,” she mutters. She opens my shorts but stops her hand just above the waistband. I shove down my pants just enough to free my erection before I put my hand on hers and guide her further down. When she wraps her fingers around me, she moans, and when she starts to stroke me, I grunt.
“Talk to me,” I breathe in her ear. “What do you want me to do?”
She moans again, but I know it’s not only out of arousal. She can’t say it.
I kiss my way over to her other ear. “I’ll tell you what I want to do to you then,” I murmur. “I want to lick every inch of you, taste you, inhale your sweet scent. I want to feel you tremble under my touch, want to hear you scream my name when I make you come. Is that what you want?”
“I... please,” she moans. “Yes, fuck me, Aaron.”
“Happy to,” I groan. I pull a condom from the back pocket of my shorts and tear open the foil pack. I roll the condom over my throbbing length, which turns out to be a little tricky in the semi-darkness of the pantry. But as soon as I’m ready to go, I lift her leg and wrap it around my waist. And once I found her entrance, I plunge into her wet sweetness. She clasps my shoulders as I slide in and out of her over and over. Her moans of pleasure turn me on even more, and it doesn’t take long before I climax with one last thrust.
We cling to each other, panting and sighing. Still inside her, I place my finger on her clit and rub, which elicits a long, low moan from her. “Now you need to come, babe,” I whisper and press down harder on her sensitive nub. I already suspected it would be difficult for her to reach her orgasm as she’s not the kind of woman to just let go, but I’m determined to make her come. I rub harder and faster while my other hand plays with her nipple and I kiss her passionately until her whole body tenses, announcing her release. And when she comes with my name on her lips, I can’t contain a satisfied grin.
After a few moments in each other’s arms, I take a step back. We straighten our clothes and walk out of the pantry. Luckily, there’s still no one around, so I wrap my arms around Kaitlyn and pull her close for one last scorching kiss. “Fuck, that was amazing,” I say with the biggest smile on my face. “I’m telling you, Sunshine, you blow my mind.”
She looks at me with her big brown eyes, and a subtle smile plays on her lips.
“What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
She chuckles. “You called me Sunshine.”
My eyes widen and I laugh. “Sunshine? Really? That’s it?”
She shrugs. “Yeah. Or maybe it’s the orgasm you just gave me.”
“Okay then, Sunshine. Are you okay? Was that all right?”
Her lips lift in a shy smile and she nods. “Yeah. That was pretty awesome. I can’t believe you wanted me so badly.”
I raise my eyebrows. “What? Why?”
She grimaces. “Don’t know. I didn’t think boring old me could turn you on like that.”
I laugh. “Boring? Are you serious?” I put my hand on her cheek and gently brush my thumb over her lips. “You are not boring. You’re just a little shy when it comes to sex. I don’t get why though. You’re so open-minded when meeting new people and making new friends. You talk to people you don’t know, you laugh with them. But when I ask you to tell me what it is you want me to do to you in the bedroom, you can’t.”
She lowers her gaze and sighs. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I chuckle. “Hey, don’t apologize. I am sorry. I don’t want to push you to do things you’re not used to or things you’re uncomfortable with. I will keep asking if you’re okay with what I’m doing, and you have to tell me when you’re not. I just want you to tell me your desires, what makes this even better for you. Okay?”
She nods with a smile before she brushes her lips over mine. “Okay.”
I return her smile. “And just so you know – anything that turns you on turns me on. How you squirm under my touch makes me go rock hard.”
“Okay,” she says with a chuckle.
“Great. I’m glad we cleared that up. Shall we get back to the party?”
Her smile widens as she nods. We go back outside and walk over to where Oliver, Daniel, and some others are engaged in a conversation about the things slightly inebriated people talk about - how much they hate their job and how much they love each other.
I stand behind Kaitlyn and wrap my arms around her. She places her hands on mine, and this hug feels comfortable and like the most natural thing. Thanks to her, I enjoy this whole evening, even though at way past midnight, Kaitlyn and I are the last sober ones. She enjoys herself as well; so much that it takes me a little convincing at 1am to get her to agree to finally go back to her place, where I can finally rip that dress off of her.