Shadow Chapter 7
When Aubrielle finally walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom, I was beyond ready to have her in my bed.
I knew it would be only to kiss, engage in some making out, and sleep, but I wanted it.
Sure, it would be even greater if we were about to have sex, but I could be patient.
I might have to sneak off in the night to relieve myself, though.
When she came out of the bathroom, she wasn’t dressed in anything provocative.
Aubrielle wore a simple nightgown. It hit her mid-thigh.
It had straps like a tank top would. The material was a lightweight, dark purple cotton.
Seeing her in it made me react as if she were wearing a negligee.
My mind was filled with images of what was underneath.
I wasn’t sure if I liked this or the jeans and top she had on earlier the best. Hell, anything she wore or didn’t wear made her irresistible to me. I had the bed turned down. The lighting was dimmed. I had the main switch set to dimmer mode. Without a word, I took her hand and led her to the bed.
“I hope this is alright. I usually sleep on the right side.”
“I don’t have a preference, to be honest.” Her voice came out soft.
I waited until she was in bed before rounding it to get in on my side. Once there, I rolled over to lie on my side facing her. She turned to face me.
“God, you have no idea how happy it makes me to see you like this, here, in my bed—getting your scent on my sheets. I’ve dreamed of it so many times, Ellie. I need to taste your lips,” I said raggedly.
I knew she’d seen the erection pressing against the pair of basketball shorts I wore.
She hadn’t said anything about it, but her pink cheeks said it all.
I adored how her aura of innocence never fully left her.
She wiggled closer, bringing her mouth up to mine.
I closed the last distance and sealed our mouths together.
That one touch was enough to toss gasoline on the fire inside of me.
I reminded myself not to grip her too tightly.
As our lips, teeth, and tongues teased and battled each other, I ran my hand up and down her body, tracing a path along her arm, down the side of her tit, waist, hip, and then her thigh.
She felt like silk. Every time I touched her skin, I marveled at it.
I shuddered when her hand started to explore my bare chest. Yes, she’d had her hands on it before. At her place, I’d removed my shirt and let her touch me the last two times we’d made out.
I hissed as her fingertips traced my nipples. She hadn’t done that before. Then I jerked when Aubrielle took it a step further, and she lightly squeezed the hard, distended nub. Her mouth moved away from mine.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” she asked anxiously.
“God, no, you didn’t hurt me. It felt damn good, Dazzler. You can do it more if you want. Don’t be afraid to touch me as much as you want, how you desire, and wherever you want,” I told her gutturally.
Her mouth didn’t go back to mine. Instead, she put enough distance between us to be able to see what her hand was doing.
She traced and tugged on one nipple, then the other one.
Next, she traced along my biceps, down my arms, and to my hands.
I held still and let her explore. It was hell to do it, but I loved the sensation of her touching me.
I let out a choked exclamation after she bent to my chest, and she sucked my nub into her mouth. She sucked, teased with her tongue, and then ever so lightly bit down on it.
“Christ!” I shouted as my lower half thrust upward.
My hand buried itself in the back of her hair, holding her to me.
If she stopped, I might cry. She didn’t.
What she did was switch between both nipples.
That wasn’t the only thing she did. While she was driving me crazy with her mouth, her hand meandered to my abs, and she traced the outline of my muscles.
I was dazed and sort of floating when she shocked me again.
Her hand brushed over my cloth-covered erection. She hadn’t touched me there before.
A loud hiss of breath left me. My hips automatically flexed, driving my cock into her palm. Aubrielle didn’t move her hand. Instead, she cupped me and gently stroked back and forth over it. I knew I couldn’t stand it anymore. Not without chancing that I’d come in my shorts.
“Fuck, Ellie, baby, you’ve got to stop. I’m only so strong. If you keep that up, I’ll come in my shorts. It won’t take a whole lot,” I warned her.
She didn’t stop. If anything, I swore her touch grew firmer as she thrashed my nipple harder.
I lay there unmoving, allowing her to push me to my breaking point.
Before it was too late, I moved away, which broke her hold on my nipple and my cock.
Her face wore a dazed look. Aubrielle gave me a smile that screamed she was a vamp, even though I knew she wasn’t.
“Dazzler, we have to stop. Let me give you pleasure,” I suggested raggedly.
“This is giving me pleasure, a lot of it,” she replied.
“It might be, but you’re about to push me past where I can keep my promise.”
“What promise?”
“The one where I don’t push you for more than kissing, mild foreplay, and sleeping in the same bed.” I reminded her.
“What if that’s not all I want, Braxton? What if I want us both to be naked, have nothing off limits, including sex? What if I want you to put that cock of yours inside of me?”
I swear my whole body seized. I had to grit my teeth and breathe in and out for several moments until I was calm enough that I thought I wouldn’t blow my load in my shorts. Once I felt somewhat back from the edge, I reasoned with her.
“Baby, please, don’t joke. If you’re not one hundred percent sure, then don’t. I can’t have you and then turn around in the morning, and you hate me for pushing you into it.”
Her eyes cleared as she gave me a loving smile. “Braxton, I know what I’m saying. I’m sure. I will admit, I’m nervous, but not unwilling.”
My pulse pounded. I fought to stay with the conversation and not fall on her like a starved animal. Two years of no sex had left me with a lot of pent-up desire, despite the numerous times I’d relieved myself.
“What are you nervous about? I promise, I won’t do anything you don’t want. If I’m too fast or rough, tell me. I guess we should’ve talked about our preferences before this. Tell me what you like, what you dislike, and what you want to experience that you haven’t.
“Oh, and contraception, I have condoms. However, if you’re on birth control, I’d like us not to use it, but we can build to that.
I’ve been tested and received a negative result.
I haven’t gone without a condom since I was a dumb teenager,” I confessed.
I was rambling, but I wanted to make sure we covered everything.
Aubrielle’s teeth caught her bottom lip as she gave me a hesitant look. I waited to see what she was concerned about. I prompted her.
“You can say it.”
“I’m on birth control, so if you don’t want to use a condom, I trust you. I don’t have any sexually transmitted infections or diseases. Thank you for saying you’ll adjust to what I want. I want to make sure I satisfy your wants and needs, not only mine. I need you to direct me in those things.”
When she paused, I replied.
“I can do that, Ellie.”
“Good. There’s one other thing I believe is important to mention before we go further.
See, my family has always been so controlling, and I was scared to have people around them.
It hindered me. That led me to avoid dating in high school.
After I graduated, I had to fight to be allowed to attend college.
When Dad relented, I focused on it and my plan to escape. That means I…”
As she trailed off into nothing, I swallowed. Understanding clicked in my brain, or I thought it did. I verified.
“Ellie, are you saying that you’ve never been with anyone? That you’re a virgin?” I asked hoarsely.
A bright pink flush blossomed on her cheeks as she nodded.
“Yeah, isn’t that terrible? A stripper who’s still a virgin at twenty-four. I’m sorry, I know you’re used to experienced women, and I’ll work to learn to please you,” she finished in a rush.
I drew her closer and stared deeply into her eyes, forcing her to focus on me. I wanted her not only to hear my words, but to see my expression.
“Baby, don’t apologize for that. You’ve given me an incredible gift.
You have no idea what it does to a man like me to know that no one has touched his woman.
I’ll more than gladly teach you not only what pleases me but what will bring you the most gratification.
And if you want me to change, stop, or show you something, just tell me.
“The fact you’re a stripper means nothing. Not all of them are easy women. Christ, now I’m really on edge and terrified I won’t make this first time good for you. I know it’ll hurt, or so I’ve heard. I’ll be gentle. Aubrielle, may I make love to you?” I asked gravelly.
“My Heart, please, please make love to me,” she said steadily without hesitation.
I had to kiss her to seal the moment. And as usual, we both caught fire.
Our kisses, no matter how slow and innocent they might start, quickly went out of control.
There was nibbling on lips, sucking on tongues, and stroking with our tongues.
Breathing became pants, and our body temperatures rose. And our hands began to wander.
I wasn’t sure how long we'd been kissing before my hand was taken into hers. She slid it to the hem of her nightie. Then, Aubrielle parted our lips.
“Help me take this off.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. As she lifted her ass to allow me to work the gown up her hips, then to her waist, I gulped. She wasn’t wearing panties. My woman had meant for this to happen tonight. Before I got distracted, I finished taking it off.