Chapter 25 Aurora
AURORA
How about I show you?
Mabel’s words, though spoken like a low hum, echo loudly in my ears.
My rib cage rattles from the pounding of my heart. I’m trying so hard not to pant that each breath in and out quakes almost violently. Every part of my body aches to touch and be touched. And her smile, sexy and mischievous, has set my blood to boiling.
I don’t know what to do with these feelings. I don’t know how to make sense of this overpowering need. It’s jumbled all my thoughts until only one is clear.
I want her—I want her so badly—but I have no idea what I’m doing.
Standing felt safer for some reason. It was less scary, less intimidating. But now we’re on a bed. We’re on a bed, she’s in glorified underwear, and I know what her naked breasts feel like in my hands.
I clench my fingers into a fist at the mental image. Her piercings were cold and smooth against my palm. Her skin was soft and warm. At the thought, my eyes drop back to her chest, and my breath hitches. Her bikini top has come untied. She’s bare from the waist up.
I zero in on her small, brown areolas, then on the shiny pink metal jewelry pierced through each of her peaked nipples. She has a small smattering of brown freckles on her left breast, and I picture myself kissing it.
My mouth waters. My panties grow more damp. Then her hands come into view, and she rolls both nipples between her slender fingers.
Seeing the pink jewelry pinched between her short, black-polished fingernails makes my own breasts ache, and I find myself mirroring her. Cupping my own breasts through my shirt and bra, wishing the fabric was gone and that my hands were hers.
“What do you say, Roar?”
My eyes snap back to her face, and I’m floored by what I see. Mabel said that bodies talk. If that’s true, hers must be screaming for me. Her cheeks are a deep pink, her lips are puffy and glistening, and her eyes. Those amber gemstones are just a thin, sparkling ring around wide, depthless pupils.
She wants me. She wants me as badly as I want her. But still...
“I...I want to, but...”
“But?”
I try to force back the insecurity that is clawing its way into the forefront of my mind, but there is no quieting it. I’m so out of my element. I am so inexperienced. But I have never wanted anything more in my life. I drop my attention to the bedspread and shrug.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” Mabel cups my cheek and tilts my face until I’m once again looking into her eyes. “I’ll do everything.”
I blink, my brows furrowing slightly as I shake my head. “But I want to make you feel good.”
She smirks, and the muscles in my lower belly clench with desire. She kisses me, sucking my lower lip into her mouth and biting lightly before pulling away too soon.
“Making you feel good will make me feel good. I’m a giver, Aurora. So, lie back, and enjoy what I have to give.”
I stare at her, scanning her face for any hint of a lie. I’m scared—terrified, really—but the temptation is greater. The curiosity. The need.
I’ve never had these feelings with anyone, and I want to explore them. I want to fall headfirst into them. I’ve also never been with someone who actually cared about my enjoyment. And then her words from a few days ago float back into my consciousness.
I won’t stop until I’m certain I’ve wrung every last ounce of pleasure from your body.
My desire battles with my insecurities, and I clear my throat. “What if I’m bad at it?”
Her expression softens, and she shakes her head. “That’s impossible. Do you trust me?”
“Completely.”
Mabel kisses me again, then moves to take off my shirt.
I don’t hesitate, raising my arms up to allow her to pull the fabric over my head, then drop it onto the floor.
The impulse to fold my arms over my chest, to hide myself from her, evaporates the moment she drags her lips down my neck, kissing her way to my collarbone and shoulders.
“You are so beautiful.”
Her voice vibrates against my heated skin, and I glow under her praise.
Beautiful. She thinks I’m beautiful. It boosts my confidence and soothes my anxiety, and when she nips at the swell of my breast, I don’t have space left in my brain to be self-conscious.
My nipples are so hard they hurt, and I arch my back in an attempt to rub them against the cotton fabric of my bra.
By the time Mabel’s fingers find the clasp, I’m dying to be rid of it, but she pauses.
“Can I take this off?”
“Yes.”
I sigh when the bra falls down my arms, but then Mabel leans in, closing the space between us, and I groan the moment her skin meets mine.
When her piercings rub against me, cold and hard on my stiff nipples, I feel the contact on my clit.
The apex of my thighs throbs in time with my heartbeat, fluttering quickly as the blood rushes through my veins.
I almost pass out from the sight of her delicate hands on my body. Her fingers pulsing into my flesh, pinching and massaging. Then she bows her head and takes one of my nipples into her mouth. She bites lightly, and I drop my head back on a moan as another rush of wetness collects between my legs.
“Oh, shit,” I pant out, squirming on the mattress. My hands fist into the duvet and she bites again. “Oh, shit.”
She chuckles, urging me backward until I’m lying flat across the bed, and she’s suspended above me. Peering up into her face, I can hardly believe what I’m seeing is real. I blink several times to make sure it’s not a dream.
Her hair curtains around her face, and the pink ends tickle my skin as my chest rises and falls rapidly with my breathing.
I shift my shoulders and peer down my body to marvel at all the places where our naked skin is pressed together.
It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. An actual fantasy come to life.
She’s an actual fantasy come to life.
“Are you comfortable?” she asks, voice low, as she trails her fingers up and down my stomach. I suck in a sharp breath as goose bumps pop up in the wake of her touch.
“Yes,” I say honestly. “Nervous, but comfortable.”
Mabel drags her fingers lower and traces them along the band of my jeans.
“Can I touch you?”
I don’t have to ask what she means, but when she dips under the denim, I’m certain. Every ounce of my attention is on her slender fingers, just inches from me. From touching me. Right now, nothing exists outside of this room and this bed. Nothing exists except her and me.
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
When she doesn’t move or speak, I raise my eyes to hers to find her staring at me with the most sinful smirk on her swollen lips.
“What?”
She shakes her head once. “I like watching you.” She pops the button on my jeans, my eyes flare, and her smirk grows. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
My tongue goes numb when she rises onto her knees and grips my jeans.
“Lift your hips for me.”
I do as she asks, and she doesn’t look away from my face as she takes off my jeans and underwear and drops them to the ground. In seconds, I’m completely naked, but I’m too turned on to be self-conscious. I can barely think over the sound of my panting breaths and pounding heart.
Every inch of my skin is sensitive and tingling.
I can feel the charged air buzzing against me as adrenalin and pure, unadulterated need pump through my body.
Still, she doesn’t break eye contact. She doesn’t lower herself over me.
She waits, stretching out the anticipation, until I’m nearly squirming and desperate to be touched.
Finally, she drags her fingers down both my thighs, and a needy whimper escapes me. She sinks her teeth into her lower lip and grins.
“Fuck, Roar, I’m really going to enjoy this.”
Gently, she grips the back of my knee and bends it up so she can move between my legs. Cool air kisses my clit when my thighs part, making me whimper again, and her eyes fill with hunger.
The sight of her kneeling between my legs and looking at me like that is enough to make me lightheaded. The confidence she exudes. The control. The sex appeal. I never want to forget this moment, this picture. Mabel Rossi is a work of art, and I can’t look away.
“What are you thinking?”
Her voice is thick with desire, and I shift my hips again. Needing friction or pressure. Needing relief. I clear my throat.
“I think you’re the sexiest thing I have ever seen, and I am so turned on that I might combust.”
Her lips twitch into another trouble making smirk, and she drags her nails down the insides of my thighs.
The groan that leaves me is carnal. I feel the heat of her gaze as she slowly moves her eyes down my torso.
She doesn’t even have to touch me. Just having her eyes on me is like a jolt of electricity to my most sensitive parts.
“You have a beautiful body, Aurora. Do you know that?”
She runs her thumbs along the sides of my breasts, before cupping them and flicking my nipples with her thumbs. My answer is strangled.
“No.”
“You do. You’re so soft and supple. I love your curves. Your skin. I could look at you for hours.”
“You could?”
“Mmm. It was hard not to stare before, but now that I know all of you, I won’t be able to stop myself. Every time I look at you, I’ll remember you like this.”
I want to return the compliment, to tell her I feel the same. That I’ve never seen anyone or anything more beautiful, but she touches me again, and my tongue stops working. My lips can’t form coherent words. Only sounds.
Her fingers circle around my belly button, and I feel like I might die from the wait. I’m certain I’ve made a mess of the bedspread from how aroused I am. I can feel wetness dripping from me, running down my thighs and collecting beneath me. I might be embarrassed if I could think straight.
“Can you open your legs all the way for me?”
I do it without hesitation or pause. I spread my legs wide, and when she finally drops her attention between my thighs, the look on her face makes my stomach clench with desire.