Chapter Twenty-One #2
She chuckles and kisses me, thrusting hard, and I sigh, loving the way she seems happy to give me pleasure.
“Is that good?” she murmurs, teasing my lips with her tongue.
“Mm, yeah…”
“Tonight, you’re all mine,” she informs me.
I know she’s only playing, but I’m happy to answer, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Do you like me fucking you, Luke?”
I shiver. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I want you to come inside me.” She nibbles my bottom lip with her teeth. “I want to watch you come and know it was me who made you feel good.”
“Only you,” I whisper. Pleasure is building inside me, and my focus shifts to my groin as everything begins to tighten.
“Come on, baby.” She kisses me deeply in between sentences. “Fill me up.”
That does it. “Ahhh…” I frown as my climax hits, and my stomach gives a glorious flip of excitement in a way it never has before. Heat rushes up from my balls, and I groan as I come with several deep, satisfying clenches.
“Mmm,” Aurelia murmurs, “fantastic…” She kisses my face as if she wants to drink in my pleasure. “You’re so gorgeous,” she whispers as I gradually return to reality. “I wanted you the moment I saw you.”
I relax back into the sofa, too shocked by the whole episode to reply. My heart is thundering, and I feel full of affection for this beautiful, warm-hearted girl.
I look into her eyes. I’m still buried deep inside her. It feels as if we’re one person, joined in so many different ways—physically, mentally, spiritually… I’ve never felt like this after sex before.
“That was so good,” she murmurs, rocking her hips a little and almost purring as she kisses me.
I stroke her back. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“Not at all.”
“I’m glad.”
“Was it good for you?” she asks, genuinely concerned.
“Oh yeah,” I say, my reply heartfelt, and we both laugh.
She sighs and rests her forehead against mine. “You know what I fancy right now?”
“Go on.”
“Tiramisu.”
I chuckle. “God, yeah. I could eat the whole dish on my own.
“Come on. Let’s take it into bed and eat it.”
She lifts off me, grabs a tissue from the box on the table, and dries herself without any self-consciousness at all, then grabs my tee and says, “Can I borrow this?”
“Of course.” I can’t put into words how much I love the idea of her wearing my clothes. While I pull on my boxer-briefs, she tugs it on, laughing as it falls down to her thighs, and I grab her as she goes to pass me and pull her into my arms.
“Thank you,” she says, sliding her arms around my waist and giving me a cuddle.
“What are you thanking me for?” I kiss the top of her head.
“For not rejecting me again.”
“I’m so sorry I said no before.”
“It’s okay, I understand. But I thought you were going to do it again, and it would have killed me.”
“I’m glad I didn’t.”
She squeezes me, then takes my hand and leads me over to the kitchen. “I definitely need chocolate now.”
I retrieve the bowl from the fridge, and she gets two spoons and some bottles of water. I turn off the TV, and we go through to her bedroom.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” she asks, climbing onto the bed.
I go around to the other side, pull back the duvet, and get in. I wait for her to settle, and place the dish of Tiramisu between us on a pillow.
“Is your lack of reply a no?” She settles beside me.
I take the spoon she offers me, and hesitate. “I don’t sleep well.” I dig the spoon into the creamy Tiramisu and have a mouthful. “Oh, that’s good.”
She does the same and closes her eyes dreamily. “That’s really good. Mm.” She scrapes some of the cream around the side of the bowl. “Maybe you’ll sleep better after some exercise.” Her eyes twinkle as she slides the spoon into her mouth.
I chuckle. “Maybe. But I’m serious—I toss and turn a lot, and I often get up.”
“That’s okay. It’s just…” She frowns and studies her spoon. Then she looks up at me and smiles brightly. “I understand if you’d rather not.”
I watch her concentrate on the dessert, my heart going out to her. What was she about to say? That she wants some company? Someone to hold her at night? It’s not too much to ask.
“Of course I will,” I say softly. “I apologize in advance, that’s all, if I’m restless.”
I half expect her to ask me about Afghanistan, but she doesn’t. I’m glad. I don’t know if I’m ready to talk to her about it yet. I’ve already metaphorically—and physically, as it happens—unzipped my fly tonight. There’s only so much confession and vulnerability a man can take.
Aurelia takes a spoonful of Tiramisu and holds it up to me.
I smile and close my lips around the spoon, and she withdraws it slowly.
I’ve heard this dessert is used as an aphrodisiac and thought it was just due to the alcohol in it; I didn’t think about the creamy texture, and how intimate it is to share the same spoon.
We eat quietly, listening to the rain hammering against the windows. Aurelia has put on the air conditioning, and the welcome breeze cools my bare chest.
I think about our lovemaking with a sense of delight mixed with bewilderment.
It already feels like a dream. I have a picture of her in my mind, of her sitting astride me, her hand between her legs, touching herself.
Her head was tipped back, her eyes were closed, her lips parted in a sigh.
It was so sensual, so sexy. In contrast, the memory of sex with my ex fills me with sadness.
“Penny for them,” she says. Then she blushes as she realizes what she’s said. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean…”
I chuckle. “It’s okay. I was actually thinking about her.” Our eyes meet, and it’s my turn to wince with embarrassment. “That came out wrong. I was thinking about how amazing sex with you was in comparison.”
“It’s such a shame.” She digs her spoon into the soft cake soaked with Marsala wine at the bottom. “I feel for her. She obviously had problems. But you’ve got to want to solve them yourself.”
I nod slowly. “That’s true. I’d read about vaginismus and wondered whether she’d developed that as a result of her abuse.”
“That’s, like, tightening of the vagina, right?”
“Yeah. It would explain why she found penetration uncomfortable. I suggested she see the doctor in case he could give her something for it.”
“And?”
“She said no, obviously. She always dismissed any attempts on my part to solve our problems as me being obsessed with sex.”
“So she found it uncomfortable every time?” Aurelia’s face is kind and interested. I’ve never talked about this to anyone, and it’s refreshing to be able to for once.
“Maybe eight out of ten. Some positions were definitely a no-go. Anything from behind just meant I went too deep. And pain is whatever the opposite to an aphrodisiac is.”
“A passion killer.”
“Yeah.”
“And you mentioned no oral either?”
I shake my head and have another spoonful. “She said she didn’t like the sensation. Maybe it was my technique, I don’t know.”
“I doubt it. I can imagine if the guy is going at it hammer and tongs, it might be uncomfortable, but I can’t imagine you being rough.”
“No, I was always gentle as.” I scrape around the side of the bowl, collecting the delicious creamy topping. “Do you like it?”
“Oral? God, yes. It takes me, like, thirty seconds to come, especially on top.”
“On top?”
“You know. Face sitting.”
“Jesus.”
She giggles. “What?”
I blink a few times, trying to shake the image out of my mind. “You’re going to give me another hard-on.”
“Next time, I promise I’ll sit on your face.”
I fall back onto the pillow and cover my eyes with my arm. “For fuck’s sake.”
She laughs, moves closer to me, and kisses my biceps. “Sorry.”
I lift my arm. “Don’t ever apologize.” I cup her face and look into her eyes. “You’re wonderful, and…” I hesitate.
“What?”
I shouldn’t. I have to go back to protecting her when we return to Auckland. It’s unprofessional. And I’m not sure how she’ll react.
But I can’t help it. I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “I’m in love with you.”
Her eyes widen, and the most beautiful smile spreads across her face. “Really?”
The uncertainty in her voice twists something inside me. She genuinely didn’t know. “I have been for weeks.”
“I’m in love with you too,” she whispers.
Pleasure and hope bloom in my heart. “Say it again.”
“I’m in love with you.” She leans forward and presses her lips to mine, and I slide a hand to the back of her neck and hold her there for a long, sensual kiss.
I don’t know what it means for the future. But right here, right now, it makes me the happiest man on earth.