I couldn’t have stopped the moan if I wanted to. He set an easy pace, one that seemed designed to train my body. And my body was liking it, especially when he dragged the head of his cock over my prostate.
“Doxx, I have to go faster,” he said, the sheen of sweat gleaming all over his body.
I nodded. “Please, Aaron. Please…go faster.”
He let one of my legs go and wrapped that hand around my dick. More lightning crackled and sparked and I leapt toward my climax with that hand moving over me. “Oh shit, Aaron… babe, please…”
It was like a switch flipped in him and he stopped being cautious. His hips drew back and pushed forward, hard, nailing my prostate over and over. I couldn’t breathe, all I could do was gasp. Wrapping my hands around his arms, there was no way I was letting go.
“I’m coming!” The words were a cry for mercy, for release, for climax.
“Come, come,” Aaron pleaded, his hips jerking hard, his cock twitching, his breath ragged.
Everything went white in my vision, my erection twitching against his palm, and my cum exploding out of me and slicking our abs and chest. I felt like the world had stopped, and everything was complete.
Just as my sight started to come back, Aaron ground hard into me and let out a long low moan of completion. His hips jerked and I felt him pulse deep inside me, emptying his climax into the condom.
I realized I wanted tofeelhis cum inside me one day soon. And I wanted to feel mine inside him.
He opened his eyes with a sleepy satisfied look. He grabbed the washcloth as he sat back, wiping my release from our bodies, and wiping my crease and cleaning himself quickly, tying off the condom.
I drew him down to my chest as he dropped the condom and the wet rag to the floor next to the bed. He slipped to my side and we kissed with no heat for minutes at a time.
He lifted his head and brushed my hair back. “You know I love you, right?”
“I do.” I leaned up and kissed his nose.
Aaron reached back and pulled the blanket up to cover us. “I just want to lay here with you for a while. I want to make sure that you’re confident in this, and that you feel okay after what happened this morning. Not me running, and not Mel’s wicked punch.”
I touched my brow. “That I’m going to feel for a while.”
He chuckled. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll live. And I do feel okay after this morning. I feel even better after this.” I squeezed his ass. “I am glad that Rand made me go to the cops.”
“I am too.”
We lay quietly, trading more little kisses and touches. I ran my hand over the satiny-soft cotton bedspread we were laying under.
“Why these colors?”
Aaron blushed deeply. “Because the green reminded me of your eyes, and I hoped the blue would remind you of mine.”
I melted. This man could not be any more perfect if he tried. Turning, I pulled him close to me as he wrapped his arms around me.
“I love you,” I whispered. “My September Blue.”
Aaron
Eight months later…
My very first release party.
This was everything I never dreamed I wanted, and I was completely overwhelmed, and delighted and just giddy.
We’d gone with a release party, which wasn’t common anymore, but the band liked them. It wasn’t a formal party, but we’d all dressed the part of the rock band.
The place was filled with our friends, family, industry giants, famous people—anyone who could manage a ticket. I had my sister, my friends, and…my fiancé.
