14. Aeron
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AERON
Cinna and I are on her bed, and I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming.
Her hands press against my chest, her fingertips warm through the cotton. “There’s no need to be nervous,” she says.
That means she can feel my heart going wild. And easy for her to say. I’m basically vibrating out of my skin.
I want to be honest (I have to be honest). “I-I’ve never done this before.”
She tilts her head, and gives me a wide-eyed, doe look. “You’re so sweet. Done what? I’m sure you’ve kissed before. Isn’t that all we’re doing?”
My mouth freezes on a response because I thought this was going to escalate, like, all the way. Maybe this is… a make-out session only?
She giggles and pats my chest again. “I’m teasing. You mean you’ve never lost your V-card?”
“Don’t make it sound so lame.”
She laughs again and that sound really fills me with confidence. If I could have her next to me, if I could make her laugh like that every day, I’m sure I could conquer the world.
She leans close, her lips brushing my ear. “I’m flattered you’re giving it to me. Because I really need to fuck.”
Every muscle in my body locks up. I try to play it cool and smile, but I’m sure I look anxious.
She’s so different from how I normally see her. I never hear Cinna cuss. It’s a shock but I also like this edgy version of her.
She kisses my cheek, then her hands slide along my chest, up under the hem of my T-shirt.
I stop breathing. She tugs it off and lets it fall to the floor.
She whistles quietly. “Wow. You have some muscles I didn’t know about.
” She flashes her teeth. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle and I won’t expect you to be rough. ”
My mouth is dry. “Do you, uh, you want me to be rough?” The words sound stupid out loud.
She laughs again, but it’s not mean. “It’s okay, don’t put pressure on yourself. I don’t think you have it in you to be rough the way I like.”
That stings. I want to be what she needs. I want to be good at this.
She pushes me gently back onto the bed, straddling my hips. The bedframe creaks. She settles above me and just grins, running her hands over my bare chest. Fingernails drag lightly, giving me goosebumps everywhere.
Please don’t let me be dreaming.
She traces a line down my sternum. “So, how much of a virgin are we talking?”
I shrug because I can’t form words.
She tilts her head, those bright eyes never leaving mine. “First base? Second base?”
I look away as my cheeks burn. “I’ve kissed a few girls,” I mumble.
She laughs, something I never get tired of, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. Mischievous, but also beautiful. My heart is going to explode.
“So I’m your first first.” She leans back, pulls my hoodie and her blouse off in one smooth move, and suddenly she’s sitting on top of me wearing just a white, lacy bra. She looks incredible and my brain doesn’t know how to handle it.
My cock does, though, because it twitches.
She catches me staring and grins. “Like, first look at these?”
I nod as I gaze at her chest, completely lost for words.
She leans over me, her hair falling in a golden curtain. Her hips settle lower, pressing against my—
Oh. Fuck.
I’m so hard it hurts.
It feels oddly vulnerable, being hard in front of a girl. And I feel dumb for feeling that way because it reminds me how inexperienced I am.
She grinds on me, slow and gentle at first, like she’s testing what I can handle. The friction makes every nerve in my body light up, and I grip the sheets so I won’t embarrass myself by making a noise.
Cinna giggles against my neck. “You’re so sweet and shy. But you can relax with me, you know.” Her lips brush my ear. “Don’t be shy. I love that you’re hard for me.”
My face is burning. She takes my hands to guide them to her bare sides, and her skin is so soft, so warm, so unreal.
“It’s okay to touch,” she says.
My hands shake a little but I let myself touch.
Her stomach is smooth under my palms, and I trace up to the curve beneath her bra.
I can’t believe this is happening. Two hours ago I was debating whether my shirt looked too wrinkled.
Now it’s on her floor and Cinna is on top of me, topless except for a white lace bra, and I’m rock hard under her, terrified of doing something wrong.
This feels like a dream, the kind I wake up from sweating and wishing it was real.
She kisses me again, slower this time and with plenty of tongue, and her hair falls around my face so the only thing I see is her.
There is only Cinna in my entire world. I get bolder, sliding my hands up her sides to the edge of her bra, then over the curve of her breasts.
I don’t want to push too far but I want to remember this forever.
“Mmm, I like that,” she says.
She sits up, unhooks her bra, and peels it off. I lose the ability to breathe, I think.
She’s perfect. I just stare, lost in her, until she takes my hands and moves them up until I’m cupping her breasts. She’s so soft and full. I don’t know how to do this so I just try to memorize the shape of her.
She grinds down again, harder, and it almost makes me lose it in my jeans. I have to grab her hips and try to guide her up, desperate for relief, but she just laughs this wicked, gorgeous sound.
“Seriously. It’s okay,” she says. “It’s really hot that you’re so turned on by me that you can’t stop yourself. You think I’m sexy?”
I can barely get the word out. “Yeah.”
But it’s not just that. I want to remember every inch of her. I touch her sides, her breasts, her arms, her neck, her cheeks, her hair. I want her to know this is more than just sex to me. “You’re sexy and beautiful,” I say. “You’re perfect.”
She laughs, but it’s softer now and a little embarrassed. She tries to hide that her cheeks are pink and ducks her head.
She scoffs. “Come on. I am not perfect.” She cups her breasts in her hands and lifts them for emphasis. “They aren’t even the same size. See? One’s a bit bigger than the other.”
I don’t even hesitate. I raise myself to kiss her, then I kiss down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, then lower still, until my mouth is on her right breast. The skin there is soft and warm, and I love the way she shivers when I drag my tongue over her hard nipple.
I take each breast in turn, licking and sucking, loving every bit of her.
I want her to know how much I mean it. I want her to know she’s perfect, even the parts she thinks are flaws.
I look up, meeting her eyes, not letting her look away. “You’re crazy. Everything about you is perfect.”
Her eyes become glassy and she makes a sound that’s half-laugh, half-scoff.
“Shut up,” she whispers. She covers her face for a second, then lowers her hands and I see a vulnerable look on her I’ve never seen before.
She’s letting me see her, the real her, not the version she shows the world.
For a second I think she’s going to kiss me again, but instead she pushes me back onto the bed.
She climbs down my body slowly, and I have no idea what to do with my hands so I just let them fall to my sides, fingers digging into the comforter. My face is on fire. I can’t even meet her eyes.
She undoes my jeans and pulls them down, boxers too, and my dick springs out. I’m so hard I think I might actually pass out from the decreased blood flow in the rest of my body. She grins, stroking me with her fingers.
“Wow. You’re so much bigger than I expected.” She says it with this hungry look in her eyes, like she’s actually impressed.
“S-stop doing that.” My voice comes out all shaky, like maybe I’m about to cry from how good it feels. “It’s… a lot.” But I don’t want her to stop, not really, I just don’t want to embarrass myself by coming too fast.
She laughs, and I feel it all the way through me. “I told you, it’s hot that you’re so turned on you can hardly control yourself.” She doesn’t even give me a second to recover before she leans in and takes my cock in her mouth.
I almost black out from how good it feels.
Her mouth is so welcoming, wet, and soft.
She slides her lips down until she’s taking me all the way in.
Her tongue moves in slow circles and the feeling is so intense I have to grab the sheets with both hands just to stay on the bed and not buck myself off.
She goes harder, faster, and I can’t hold back. I grab her hair, trying to warn her I’m about to lose it. But she keeps going, like she wants it, like she craves every bit of me and doesn’t care how out of control I am.
I’ve never felt so wanted and I don’t know what to do with the feeling.
She moans around my cock and the sound is so hot my whole body tenses, and I come so hard my vision whites out. She doesn’t release me. She just swallows and keeps sucking until I’m shaking and gasping, and the only thing tethering me to reality is her hands on my thighs and her mouth on my length.
She finally lets me go, wipes the corner of her mouth, and looks up at me with this wicked, satisfied grin.
I’ve never seen her look like that, like she’s proud of herself for blowing my mind (literally).
My heart is pounding so hard I might die.
I just came, yet I still can’t believe this is real.
I can’t believe I’m here with her, and this is actually my life.
I want to say something. Thank you? You’re incredible? I’ve been obsessed with you forever and I’d let you ruin me every night for the rest of my life?
None of those seem right for the moment.
Instead of speaking, I pull her up and kiss her as passionately as I can, hoping I’m not being sloppy since I’m new to this.
She makes a surprised sound and melts against me, tasting like strawberries.
I want to taste her for the rest of my life.
I want her mouth. I want all of her. I press her back onto the bed and her hair fans out like a golden halo.