Chapter 18
18
Holly
The words aren’t even out my mouth yet when Aaron flips me onto my stomach, slaps my ass, then flips me back. “Trouble, I’m going easy on you because this is your first time, but do not try me. I will make sure you can’t sit on this sexy little ass for a week.”
Everything—and I mean everything —clenches inside me.
His fingers slide into the waistband of my boy shorts, and I anticipate the slow slide of fabric down my legs. Aaron smirks, then rips my underwear clean off my body. I can’t help my yelp of surprise.
“Not so cocky now, are you, Trouble?”
A slow smile spreads over my face. “Oh, there’s a whole lot of cocky still in here dear, sir.” I rise onto my elbows.
He quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. On your back.”
He raises his hands in surrender. “I’m here at your disposal.”
I’m not going to lie, now that he’s on his back, waiting for me to act on my cockiness, I’m suddenly not sure what to do.
“Trouble, I need to taste you so fucking badly right now. May I?” A lump catches in my throat because he’s giving me a way to save face after I showed my hand. Is it possible to love someone this much? To know, at a very cellular level, they are unequivocally “your person”. The one who will not just make you whole but complete you and make you a better person?
I raise my chin. “Where would you like me?”
He crooks his finger. “I think I’m going to need you to come closer.”
I straddle his waist. “Is this close enough?”
“Unless you’re suffocating me, Trouble, you’re nowhere near close enough.”
Oh. My. God.
Gone are my nerves, my insecurities. The way Aaron is looking at me right now makes me feel like the most beautiful woman alive. I move up his body until I’m sitting on his chest. Fire burns in his eyes as he strokes a finger down my face. Is he shaking?
I cover his hand with mine. “You’re shaking.”
His tongue peeks out and wets his lips. “I am.”
“Why?”
His eyes soften. I must be lust-drunk, because I swear I see some tears in them. “Because, Trouble, it’s you.”
I don’t think any words could mean more to me than those four words.
He looks pained, and my heart stops. “Aaron, what’s the matter?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not. But as much as it hurts, I promise to make you feel good.”
His hands drift down to my hips and yanks me forward until my pussy is hovering over his lips. I look down at him and all I see is his eyes burning with fire. “Don’t torture me like this, Trouble. Let me taste you.”
I’m starting to think maybe it was a bad idea to be on top. It’s up to me to make a move now, but I’m frozen in anticipation.
“Sit on my face, Holly. I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to, that is.”
It’s incredible how Aaron just knows how to settle my nerves. Gripping the headboard, I do as he says and lower myself onto his face.
The moment Aaron’s tongue flicks against my clit, sensation floods through my entire body, and a moan rips free from my throat. I didn’t know I could make sounds like that.
Heat spreads from my belly to my clit as he tastes and teases me. I want more, so much more, and yet the intensity of his focus on that small nub of nerves is almost too much. I feel like I am on fire. “Fuck, Holly. You taste so good.” His praise sends a shiver down my spine, and the pressure building deep in my belly intensifies. Unbidden, my hips move, and I grind down on his face. Aaron flattens his tongue, letting me ride my way to my release. I want to see him pleasuring me. I look down and meet his eyes. The hunger that burns in his gaze makes me believe he’s been craving me for half his life. Even though I know that’s not true, it makes me feel incredible. Powerful.
Oh God, this feels so good. “Aaron, please don’t stop,” I moan.
He latches onto my clit and sucks hard, making my legs shake. Aaron rubs his hands up my thighs and cups my ass. Dragging a finger down, he circles my entrance. Fuck. I didn’t think it could feel any better, but it does. It’s all-consuming and overwhelming and…
“Aaron.” His name rushes out of my mouth as he slips one finger in me, then another. I combust into a million pieces and frantically grind against his face. He pumps his fingers harder, drawing out my orgasm. It feels like a lifetime until the pulsing eases and finally stops. I’m struggling to hold myself up, but if I do relax, I will definitely suffocate Aaron. No way I’m letting that happen. I want a lot more orgasms from this man.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head on my arms, letting the aftershocks pass through me. I’m so out of it, I don’t even notice Aaron moving me. One moment I’m hovering over his lips with shaky legs, and the next my head is resting on the pillow.
When I finally manage to open my eyes, Aaron is smiling down at me. “You are so fucking sexy when you come.”
I don’t get a chance to respond because he’s making his way down my body, and then his tongue is on my clit again. It’s too intense. “No, it’s too much.”
“Baby, I know, but if you trust me, I’ll make you feel good again real soon. I need you ready for me, so I don’t hurt you too much.”
At this point, I don’t care about whatever pain I’m going to experience. I’m still riding the high of my orgasm, but I nod my assent.
He slowly licks my folds, each flick of his tongue getting closer to my clit. I’m so sensitive that it almost hurts, when only minutes before it was the best feeling I ever experienced. But then it’s like a switch flips, and the discomfort turns to pleasure. “Oh, fuck,” I cry out.
“That’s it, baby, let me make you feel good.”
My legs start shaking, and before I know it, I’m right on the edge again. “I’m going to come.” I don’t feel embarrassed telling him this. It’s like the words have a mind of their own. He groans against me, and knowing he’s enjoying this too is a heady rush. The intensity increases with every second that goes by.
One… Yes!
Two… God, yes.
Three… Aaron stops.
What the hell?
I grip his head trying to bring him closer, but he moves away.
“Aaron, I’m going to kill you if you don’t get me off right now.”
He chuckles. “I have every intention of doing exactly that, baby, but while you're pulsing and writhing and wanting nothing more than to come that’s when I’m going to slide into you. You’re so desperate for your release, I’m hoping it will lessen the pain.” He grabs his jeans off the floor and takes out a condom. My gaze is fixed on his hand as he rolls the condom down his thick length. “Touch yourself for me, Trouble. But don’t you dare come until my cock is inside you.”
I could come just from his words, but I do as he says because Aaron asking me to touch myself while rolling on a condom has to be the hottest thing ever.
It only takes seconds before I’m on the verge of coming again. My hips bow off the bed. I’ve read a lot about edging and thought it would be counterproductive to stop when things are just getting good, but now I know exactly what they are talking about. It’s so fucking intense, and I think I might actually die if he’s not inside me this second.
“Aaron, please. I need you.”
He leans over me, and my breath catches in my throat. He’s looking at me as if the whole world has been greyed out, and I’m the only thing he sees in perfect colour. His muscles bunch from holding his weight off me, then he reaches between us and fists his cock.
“Fuck, Trouble, you’re so fucking hot. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready.”
“Guide me inside you, baby. Take it as slow as you want.”
I reach between us and curl my fingers around his cock, guiding it to my wet heat. Aaron hisses out a breath.
“Fuck, baby, no. I’ve been dreaming of your hand around my cock since I started using my own hand.”
He cups my face, then his fingers trace my skin as if he’s trying to imprint me in his mind. “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Thank you for trusting me.”
His lips touch mine in the softest, sweetest kiss that feels more intimate than the two of us being naked together.
With him barely inside me and kissing me like I’m the most precious treasure, that delicious build starts again. If he stops again, I’m going to lose it. He brings his fingers to my clit and circles me. I lift my hips to take him in. There’s a sharp sting, but it doesn’t bother me. I need more friction, way more friction. I hiss in a breath, and I don’t know if it’s because of the pain or pleasure.
“I’m sorry, Holly. I’m so fucking sorry.”
He goes to move back a bit, but I cup his ass. “No, It’s good. So good. Please, I need more.”
“Are you sure?”
“Aaron, if you don’t start moving, I’m going to cut your balls off in the middle of the night. Please make me come.”
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” He does as I ask. This is everything I ever wanted and more. How I thought I could do this with someone I barely knew is beyond me.
I’m so close, and I thrust up to take him deeper. Aaron looks pained as he stares at me. “Are you okay?”
“Fuck, baby, I’m more than okay. I’m just trying not to pound into you right now.”
“Please don’t hold back, Aaron. Forget I’m a virgin and just fuck me.”
“Jesus, Holly. You’re making it really hard for me to do the right thing by you.”
I lay my hand against his cheek. ‘This—us—is the right thing, Aaron. You being with me the way you would if I wasn’t a virgin is what I’ve been dreaming about.” I don’t care that I just spilled my guts. I meant what I said. I don’t want him going easy on me. I feel like I’m going to implode if he doesn’t move in me.
Aaron kisses me on the forehead. It’s soft and tender. Then he starts moving inside me. It doesn’t take long before I come around him, screaming his name.