My heart flushes, knowing Aaron isn’t a man of words. Our kiss deepens until we’re molding into each other’s souls. He’s mine. His grip tightens, my body panting to feel him under me. My hand starts to reach Aaron’s pants, stroking him on top of them while he furrows his brow, contemplating me. With my other hand on his neck, I pull him into another kiss as I start unzipping his pants. We undress each other as fast as we can, our lips always connecting, his fingers starting their descent down to tease my entire V zone.
With my heart slamming across my chest, I’m ready to leave the past behind us. I bite my lower lip, admiring the man that I just confessed my love to, before my hand touches his hardness. I fall onto my knees, deciding to erase a bad memory with a new one. But before I can act, Aaron pulls me up for another kiss, caressing my hair. “You don’t have to do this,ma belle.”
“I want to,” I assure him.
He puts a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Are you sure?” I nod, a smile on my face, as he analyzes me. “If you feel uncomfortable, you tell me. I don’t want you to force yourself.”
I kiss him again before kneeling in front of him. His stare doesn’t leave mine, and I know he isn’t relaxed. I’ve never seen someone as protective as Aaron, but he doesn’t have to protect me from him. I know I can trust him. My hand stroking his length, I tease his tip, drawing circles with my tongue, his muscles immediately tensing. He starts to groan when my mouth focuses her attention on it, our eye contact not breaking. Aaron’s fingers brush my hair, his other hand gripping the desk behind him. Seeing him tensing, moaning with pleasure, his eyes darkening with lust, creates in me a new form of power. I take him fully into my mouth, slowly at first, my tongue offering him more friction. He groans and curses, and a simper eradicates my face. It is the opposite of Stephan. I felt so little and ashamed with him, but with Aaron it’s different. Good, even. Thrilling.
“Fuck, Elle. I could come right here.” My tongue darts of my mouth to caress his tip, before tasting his precum. “You’re torturing me.”
I increase my pace, taking him deeper, spurred on by the gasps of pleasure my mouth is eliciting. His hand fists my hair, his hips following my movement. I know he’s close to his release when his groans grow in intensity and he resists the urge to be in control. “Elle, I can’t hold on. Move if you—”
I don’t listen; I suck, lick and slide my mouth over him faster—a thing that isn’t easy to do, due to his length. Our paces are passionate. We collide in a lustful explosion, his orgasm crashing around him, taking him a full force.
I lick my lips, surprised to like the taste of him, and even more surprised to be wet from what just happened. Weirdly, bringing him to the edge empowered me. He pulls me up before kissing me deeply. As a thank you? An act of love? I can’t tell. “How did you feel?”
“It was actually good.” Was it for him, though? Was I even good? “Did you like it?”
“Loved it. The best head I’ve ever received. I could come just by watching you.” I smile, noticing he’s already regaining his strength. “You’re mine, Elle. Now, let me please you.”
His fingers try to reach for my entrance, but I can’t wait. I want him. “I need you inside me, now.” My voice is weak by the need for him.
“I want you so badly right now, I don’t know if I can be in control.” His eyes meet mine, stuck between darkness and desire.
“I don’t care, I want you.” I crush my lips into his, our tongues tangle, our teeth clash.
The next thing I know I’m pinned against the wall, my legs wrapped around his hips, firmly locked onto him. My fingers run through his hair while his hand roams the curve of my butt cheek. He grasps my waist, holding me with his manly muscles, trapping me with him. Skin against skin. Soul against soul.
His mouth marks my throat and my aching breasts with delicious and addictive kisses. I can’t hold on to this torture. He’s hard against my belly, a heat flaring between my legs, the need to belong with him has never been so deep. A tropical storm in his ocean eyes, my pulse spikes when he sucks on my nipple.
When he enters me fully, I cry out his name. His pace hard and passionate, my body tenses at first between pain and pleasure under his forceful thrusts. I scrape my nails down his back as he squeezes my butt cheek harder than he ever has before. Our ardent exchanges make me bounce on the wall. Giving and taking, it’s a battlefield where passion meets possession. My body is burning of an unstoppable fire. A fire he creates, feeds, entertains, eases, satisfies.
He carries me to the bathroom, positioning himself behind my back in front of the mirror, offering me a view of my whole naked body. Old Elle would have drifted her gaze away instantly. But new Elle is empowered by the way Aaron is staring at her. I don’t shame my body, nor my desires anymore. I’mfree. Aaron kisses my neck, his arms encircled around my waist.
“You’re beautiful. I want you to watch yourself come. I want you to watch how I look at you.”
I understand this isn’t a request when he slams into me, sending an electric shock along my skin. My mouth hangs open as one of his hands holds my back to his sculpted body, and his other cups my breast. I never thought I’d be aroused watching us.
Watching his animality, when he fists my hair, tilting my head back for our lips to connect roughly in a possessive and hungry kiss. The way his muscles contract, the lust in his eyes when he’s caressing my clit, making me fall apart. Watching me, flushing, feeling I’m at the mercy of a man who worships my body. A body that could easily bring him to his knees.
He pounds into me with wild abandon, contemplating my whole body responding to each of his thrusts and touches. My eyes rolling, Aaron LeBeau has the gift to awaken me, to bend me to his desire willingly. In our intimacy, he grants me the control I need. Giving me what I need to ease my insecurities. And yet, I know there is no war for control during sex with Aaron. I already lose. My body is happy to submit and oblige, accepting the pleasure.
He releases my body, bending me over the counter, offering him total control over me. His fingers caress my back before capturing my waist, as he thrusts with no mercy, hitting a new spot I never knew existed. My back arching, my legs shaking, I’m tingling with pleasure. Hot flashes spark, facing an intensity he has never reached with me before. Our moans melt together. When I find the strength to meet his gaze in the mirror in front, I recognize his expression. The haunted Aaron. Wolf. I know him too well to know he needs the proximity of the flesh to ease and forget his darkness. What he had admitted to me earlier left a mark of insecurity in his soul and claiming my body with passion is his way to reassure himself. To feel manly, to know that I belong to him. Liberating his past through me. Sharing his darkness with me in each of his thrusts. Possessing me by allowing me to be his remedy. His significant.
Seizing and pounding. Pain and pleasure. He slaps my butt cheek while I feel my whole orgasm crashing roughly around me, howling his name. He cups both of my breasts, leaning toward me, and with a flex of his hips hits the end of me in one last intense thrust before finding his release. We come together, completely washed out, incapable to speak. He kisses my shoulder and nape softly, staying in that position for maybe minutes, regaining our spirits. I can’t even turn around to face him. I’m panting breathlessly by our animal exchange, my body sore and weak.
Aaron’s hands find my waist, spinning me so my front collides with his. He pushes my wet hair from my forehead before caressing my cheeks, worry in his eyes. His haunted expression is gone, he has recovered his tenderness. He stares at the mirror, swallowing and clenching his jaw when he notices the passionate grip marks he left on my butt cheek. I know it’ll shift back to normal in a few minutes, but the fear in his eyes is killing me.
“I’m okay, Aaron,” I reassure him by brushing my lips on his, but he’s still laying eyes on me like I’m a porcelain doll capable of breaking.
“I shouldn’t have gone that hard, I don’t know what happened.” He caresses my whole body, probably verifying if I had lied to him.
My fingertips brush on his strong chest, tracing the shape of his tattoo, before I put myself on my tiptoes to kiss his throat. “You aren’t your father. You didn’t hurt me.”
“I fucked you, Elle. I’ve put all my freaking darkness on you.” He wraps his arms protectively around my waist to keep me steady. “I should take care of you, not damage you.”
“You didn’t, and I liked it.If I didn’t, I would have told you.” He frowns, scanning me for the truth. “Obviously, I’ll be sore tomorrow, but from time to time it’s good.” My cheeks flush red, thinking of what we just did.
