CHAPTER SEVEN #2
I look at her profile, those delicate features, that perfect little nose, those pouty pink lips, and my chest tightens. “Yeah,” I agree, not talking about the fire at all. “Beautiful.”
She turns to face me and catches me staring at her. Suddenly, her eyes darken, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
“Aaron,” she whispers, and the sound of my real name on her lips goes straight to my dick.
I reach out and cup her face in my hand, my thumb brushing across her cheekbone. “C’mere, butterfly.”
She moves into my space, her small body fitting perfectly against mine as I pull her into my lap. She straddles me, her arms going around my neck, and I capture her mouth with mine.
The kiss starts slow, gentle, but quickly turns hungry as her soft moan vibrates against my lips. I slide my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. My hands grip her hips, pressing her down onto my hardening cock.
“Fuck,” I growl when she grinds against me. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to send a jolt of pleasure and pain down my spine. I trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck, biting gently at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
She gasps, her head falling back, giving me better access. “Aaron, please.”
I slide my hands under her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her back. “Take this off,” I move my fingers under the fabric.
She leans back just enough to pull the shirt over her head, revealing a simple black bra underneath. Her small tits are perfect, the nipples hard and visible through the thin material.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, cupping one breast in my hand. I lean forward and capture a nipple through the fabric, sucking it into my mouth.
Pinky moans, her back arching as she pushes herself against my mouth. I reach around and unhook her bra with one hand. She pulls her arms from around my neck and rolls her shoulders forward. The fabric slides down her slender arms, and she catches it in her hands, tossing it to the floor.
Her skin glows in the firelight as I take in the sight of her bare breasts. Small but perfect, with rosy nipples begging for my attention. I cup them both in my hands, my thumbs circling those hard little buds.
“You like that, don’t you, butterfly?” I say, pinching one nipple lightly.
Her breath catches in her throat, and she nods, sinking her straight teeth into her lip.
“Use your words, baby.” I pinch a little harder, making her moan.
“Yes! I like it,” she breathes.
“Good girl.” I reward her by leaning in and taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand works her other breast.
Her hips start to move, grinding down on my cock trapped in my jeans. The friction is maddening, and I can feel how wet she is even through two layers of denim.
I stand up suddenly, lifting her with me. She squeals in surprise, her legs wrapping around my waist to keep from falling.
“Where are we going?” she asks as I carry her down the hall.
“Bedroom,” I grunt, kicking open my door.
The candles haven’t reached in here, so it’s dark except for the moonlight reflecting off the snow outside, casting a blue-white glow through the window. I lay her down on my king-sized bed, the springs creaking under our weight.
I stand up and strip off my shirt, tossing it aside. Her eyes roam over my chest, taking in the tattoos that cover most of my torso. She sits up, reaching for the button of my jeans.
“Let me,” she says, her voice husky with desire.
I let her undo my jeans, then shove them and my boxers down my legs. My cock springs free, hard and ready. She wraps her small hand around it, stroking gently.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my eyes closing briefly at the sensation.
When I open them again, she’s looking up at me with those innocent blue eyes, her hand still working my cock. The contrast of her sweet face and the dirty things she’s doing to me is making me lose my mind.
Stepping back, I break her hold on me. “Your turn. Take those off.”
She gets to her knees and unbuttons her jeans, then, falling to her hip, she wriggles out of them, taking her panties off at the same time. “I need you,” she whispers, lying back on the bed, completely naked and so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her.
I kneel on the bed between her spread legs, running my hands up her thighs. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She shakes her head, her pink hair fanning out on the pillow.
“You make me fucking crazy,” I tell her, lowering myself to press a kiss to her inner thigh. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
Her breathing quickens as I move higher, getting closer to where she wants me most. I can smell her arousal, see the glistening evidence of how much she wants this on the lips of her pussy.
“Aaron, please,” she whimpers, her hips lifting slightly.
“Please what, butterfly? Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me,” she begs. “Kiss me. Put your mouth on me. Anything. Just—please.”
I grin against her thigh, enjoying her desperation. Then I give her what she’s asking for, running my tongue through her slit in a long, slow lick.
“Ah!” she cries out, her hands flying to my hair.
I lap at her, savoring her taste, the sounds she makes driving me wild. I slip a thick finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that spot that makes her toes curl. “Oh, God.” She rocks and rolls her hips.
“Ride my hand, butterfly.”
She moans loudly, her walls clenching around my fingers, and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, my tongue working her clit.
Her thighs start to tremble, and then she’s coming, screaming out my name as her body quakes violently around my fingers. I work her through it, not stopping until her hands fist my hair and she pushes at my head.
I crawl up her body, positioning myself between her legs. The head of my cock nudges at her entrance, and she looks up at me with those big eyes, still hazy from her orgasm.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, my voice rough as emotions consume me. “My woman. My old lady.”
She nods, her hands coming up to frame my face. “I’m yours.”
“Say it,” I demand, pushing just the tip of my cock inside her. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Aaron,” she says, looking right into my eyes. “I’m your butterfly.”
With a growl, I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt like a savage. We both groan at the sensation. She’s so hot, so wet, so fucking perfect around me.
“Mine,” I say again as I start to move, setting a slow rhythm.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper. “I’m yours, honey.”
I pick up the pace, driven by a primal need to claim her, to mark her as mine in the most animal way possible. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with our moans and the banging of the bed frame hitting the wall.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I groan, reaching down to rub her clit. I want her to come again, want to feel her little pussy squeeze around me when she does.
“Oh god, honey,” she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders. “You’re so big. Ah! It hurts so good.”
Her words spur me on, and I pound into her harder and faster. I can feel my release building, a tight pressure tingling at the base of my spine.
“I’m close,” I warn her, my rhythm starting to falter. “Come with me, butterfly. Come around my cock.”
As if waiting for my command, her pussy tightens like a vice, and I know she’s right here with me. Her back arches off the bed, and she cries out my name as she falls over the edge.
The feeling of her finding her own release sends me rocketing into orbit, and with a final thrust, I bury myself deep and come hard, growling her name like a prayer.
Fuck. Me.
For several long moments, we stay joined together, our breathing hard and labored. When my cock softens, I carefully lower myself to her side, pulling her against my chest. She nestles into me, her head fitting perfectly under my chin.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, running my hand up and down her sweaty back.
She nods against my chest. “You fucked the life outta me.”
A laugh bursts past my lips. “The life outta you, huh?”
Her head moves up and down. “Mmhmm.”
I shake my head and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Good.”
We lie there in the dark, listening to the wind howling outside. The storm is in full force now, rattling the windows with its fury.
“I meant what I said,” I tell her, breaking the silence. “You’re my old lady now. There’s no going back.”
She lifts her head to look at me, her expression serious. “I don’t want to go back.”
Something in my chest loosens at her words. I hadn’t realized how worried I was that she might change her mind, might decide that she’d made a mistake coming here with me.
“Good,” I say, tucking a strand of pink hair behind her ear. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”
She smiles, laying her head back on my chest. “I can think of worse fates.”
I chuckle, my hand resuming its lazy patterns on her back. “Get some sleep, butterfly. We’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow.”
She hums contentedly, her body relaxing against mine. Within minutes, her breathing evens out, and I know she’s fallen asleep.
I lie awake a little longer, watching the shadows from the storm dance across the ceiling and thinking about the woman in my arms. I’ve never been a possessive man.
I’ve never cared enough about anyone to feel that way.
But with the little imp sleeping peacefully on my chest, everything feels different.
She’s mine now, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, to make her happy.
To make her stay.
As I drift off to sleep, I know with absolute certainty that I’ll kill any motherfucker who tries to take her from me, including that piece of shit ex of hers.
She’s my woman, now.
My old lady.
My butterfly.