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And he does. He starts by kissing all over my neck before he even reaches the zipper. He unzips it slowly, then reaches inside and pulls his hands down my stomach, reaching my hips before he pulls them back out. Then, with a kiss on each shoulder, he removes each strap, and the dress falls to the floor. I’m now in nothing but lacy black underwear.
He spins me around, takes my hands and helps me step free of my dress.
Then he plunges his mouth into my neck and kisses all the way down until his mouth meets one of my nipples. I gasp and moan. I almost crumple into a little ball because it feelsso good.He moves to the other nipple. And when I can’t take anymore, I pull his face up to my lips, kiss him, then push him back on my bed.
Climbing onto the bed next to him, we start kissing. We’re more than kissing. It’s like advanced kissing. Because sometimes the kissing moves all over each other’s bodies. And there’s lots of touching, rubbing, and teasing each other.
My heart beats wildly, feeling every inch of him, knowing what we both want to do.
It feels like I’m about to lose my virginity. It was exciting with Davey. But this is different. This is the man I’m in love with. The one who has always been mine. I’m excited, so ready to finally share this moment with him.
His body slides over mine and he kisses up my neck, finally landing on my lips. As he shifts slightly, that hard muscle, covered only by his boxer briefs, pushes against my underwear. I gasp as he groans. Then we both stop and meet each other’s eyes.
Tenderly, he sweeps a lock of hair behind my ear and asks, “Is this okay? Are you okay?”
My heart melts. I know he’s not just asking me if I want to do this. After everything I’ve been through, he truly wants to be sure I’m ready for this.
I reach up and stroke his cheek. “This is perfect. And I never thought about the rest of it. All I’m thinking about is you. Us. This moment. I want this. I want you.”
His lips drop to mine in an emotional kiss. But quickly it becomes more than that. Frantic, desperate in need. We pause long enough to strip off our underwear, then he starts kissing me again, gentle but firm, showing me that for the moment, he’s in control. He pins my arms above my head and slowly kisses down my body. Every inch of my skin is seared, branded by his lips.
He slides his fingers down between my legs, quickly letting them dart inside me.
Feeling how badly I want him, he quietly rasps, “Fuck.”
Not my fault he’s so damn sexy. And this moment has beenyearsin the making.
If he was planning to continue going slow, he’s forgotten those plans now.
He grabs me by the hips and looks into my eyes with the kind of intense gaze that pierces right through to my soul.
Then slowly, ever so slowly, he pushes himself inside me.
The sensations I feel are impossible to describe. How do you sum up more than a decade of friendship, a love that built slowly, burning in the background until we were ready? How do you explain a connection so deep you feel like your souls have always been intertwined? Now our bodies are, too. This type of love is bigger, deeper, filled with more emotion than anything I’ve experienced before.
“Oh my god… Aaron…” I gasp.
“Rae…”
My name rasped from his lips sends a chill through me, heightening the already intense moment.
He moves slowly, and I feel like I’m going to lose all control. I grip his shoulders tightly and wrap my legs around his waist. We move together, eyes locked, feeling every centimeter of each other’s bodies.
This is more than I ever could’ve imagined.
I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
Like I’m floating in the clouds.
The physical sensations arephenomenal.
But the emotional connection? What we’ve always had, but now a thousand times stronger… it makes me want to cry tears of joy.
I’m thankful my parents’ room is at the far side of the house and they have an air conditioner running because I am moaning embarrassingly loud.
Well, I might be embarrassed with anyone else but Aaron. There’s so much tenderness and vulnerability between us.
When we can’t control ourselves anymore, we move faster. His fingers slip between my legs, rubbing in a circular motion along the outside of me as he thrusts harder and faster.
