Chapter 15 #2
“Beauty, brains, and you can cook,” Aaden says as he settles at the table and takes a bite of the medium-rare steak.
He moans loudly, closing his eyes and nodding his head.
“Man, I hit the jackpot.” I smile as I watch him across the table.
There’s nothing like watching a man that enjoys your cooking.
“What would you like to do tomorrow?” he asks.
“I’d like to go through some of the museums if that’s alright with you? Maybe go to one of the dinner theaters?”
“Of course,” he says, putting a spoonful of potatoes into his mouth.
“Goddamn, you can cook.” I giggle as he takes another bite.
We continue talking about all the different things to see and do as we enjoy our meal.
There are hot springs we can soak in, white water rafting, which we’ll have to come back to do when the weather is warm, and so many shows, there’s no way we’ll get to see them all.
When we’re finished, I pick up both of our plates and head back into the kitchen. After a quick clean-up, I decide to make some hot tea. As I reach up into an upper cabinet, a box of pancake mix falls and hits me directly on the head.
“Ow, shit,” I squeal.
Aaden grabs my arm, steadying me. “Are you alright?”
I stand there laughing, covered in pancake mix and looking ridiculous. “I’m fine.” I laugh as I survey the mess around me. He laughs and brushes some of the flour from my hair.
“You’re gonna need a shower.” He chuckles.
“Are you laughing at me?” I ask as I poke him in the ribs. I shake my head, trying to get the flour on him as he jumps away from me.
“Okay, okay. You, go take a shower, and I’ll clean this up.”
“Deal.” I grin as I bounce off to the bathroom, leaving a trail of pancake mix behind me.
After a nice hot shower and lots of hair washing, I return to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around me.
As I rummage through my bag for some clothes to throw on, I feel a gentle kiss on my shoulder.
Aaden’s hands reach around and slowly pull the towel, dropping it to the floor.
He turns me to face him, and I’m pleasantly surprised to find him naked.
His mouth hungrily claims mine as he guides me back to the bed and pushes me down onto it.
Gripping my hips, he slides me to the edge as he kneels.
“Pay back’s a bitch,” he says with a wicked smile. He spreads my legs and puts them across his shoulders.
“I’ve never done this,” I gasp nervously.
His face glows with excitement as he stares up at me. “Ah, babe, you’re in for a treat.”
His tongue does a long slow lick up my center, and I cry out at how amazing it feels.
“Shit,” I hiss as my hips jerk up from the bed.
He presses me back down, holding me in place as his mouth covers me completely and his tongue moves in a circular motion.
My chest heaves as he sucks and teases, making it impossible to remain still.
He spreads me wider, and I suck in a sharp breath when his tongue slips inside of me. I close my eyes and grip the blanket with both hands, moaning as his expert mouth moves forcefully around and around, stopping only a few times to suck and tease. Holy shit, this is so intense.
Without warning, his fingers thrust inside me, and he pumps them in and out at a hard, fast pace.
All the while, his tongue continues that circular motion.
The sensation is overwhelming. I take a deep breath as my body climbs toward a climax that promises to be mind-blowing.
When I clench around his fingers, Aaden pumps harder, his tongue swirls faster.
The buildup is powerful; I’ve never felt anything like it.
As my orgasm slams into me, my back arches, and I scream, “Oh, my God. Yes!”
Unconsciously, I’m pulling away from him, pushing at his head as I try to get away from the intense orgasm that’s ripping through me.
He grips my thighs tightly, and I can’t pull away as his mouth continues its torment.
My entire body jerks and quivers as wave after wave washes over me.
“Aaden,” I pant, begging for a reprieve.
He releases my legs and stands, stroking himself as he stares down at me, holding a little foil wrapper between his fingers. “You want more?” he asks. Hell yeah. I nod. He reaches above me and grabs a pillow. “Turn over,” he commands as he rips the wrapper open.
I obey, and he stuffs the pillow under my hips, leaving me slightly elevated.
The bed dips as he kneels behind me. My heart pounds with nervous excitement.
Grabbing my hips, he lifts my ass into the air and drives himself inside.
I cry out at the quick flash of pain, but it instantly turns to pleasure.
His thrusts are forceful, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me into him.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
He hits deep inside of me with each powerful thrust. There’s nothing slow and romantic about this.
It’s a raw, animalistic need. I gasp loudly with every thrust as I grip the blankets tightly.
The thin line between pleasure and pain has my stomach tightening with my second climax.
I pull myself up onto my hands and knees as Aaden grips my shoulder tightly, the other still on my hip.
He pulls me back hard as he drives into me.
On instinct, I move forward and backward in rhythm to his movements, chasing my own pleasure. Aaden groans behind me.
“Yeah, just like that,” he grunts in approval.
The low, animalistic growl of his voice sends me over the edge. My inner muscles tighten, my body locks up, I twist my hands into the blanket, and I scream as I fall forward, burying my face into the bed.
“Fuck,” he groans as my muscles clench tightly around him, and my whole body shakes violently.
He slams into me a few more times; a deep, throaty moan rips from him as he releases with a few more forceful thrusts.
He collapses on top of me as I lie face down on the bed, my hair fanned out wildly around me.
His face is buried in my neck, and we lay there for a few minutes panting fast and hard.
“If we keep this up, I’m not gonna have anything left in the tank,” he chuckles into my hair.
I laugh and wiggle a bit, trying to make it easier to breathe. He moves, kissing my shoulder as he brushes my hair across my back. I push my hair from my sweaty face then roll to my side to lie face to face with him. “I guess you better stock up on some vitamins then.” I smile.
With a wide grin, he pulls me against him. “Yes, ma’am,” he groans, then covers my mouth with his.