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Before I can collect my thoughts, Aaron pushes me up against the side of the car and presses his mouth to mine. My lips part, allowing his tongue to swirl with mine. The explosion of sensation that goes off inside of me leaves me feeling weak in the knees. There is a white-hot line of passion cutting a swath through my body, traveling from my brain, straight down to my most intimate spaces.
He steals my breath away with his kiss. I press against him, relishing in the feeling of his hands on my body, sliding down my back. He reaches one hand up to cup my breast through my blouse, sending a shockwave of pleasure roaring through me. As I feel his other hand cupping and squeezing my ass, I listen for that voice of reason in my head. I wait for it to list off the hundred reasons this is a bad idea and why I shouldn't be doing this.
It remains silent.
Aaron pulls back and looks me in the eyes, as if asking me for permission. The sultry smile that touches my lips is apparently all the permission he needs. He steps forward, pinning me to the side of the elevator car with his body this time. I shudder with pleasure as I feel his hard, thick cock pressed up against me through the confines of our clothes. I reach down and stroke him through his pants, drawing a soft moan from his lips. Aaron squeezes my ass again, pulling me tighter against him, pressing his cock even harder to me.
Despite the fact that this is all wrong – he’s my boss – my body aches to feel him inside of me.
The car slows. Our breathing a little heavier than normal, we step back, giving each other a salacious smile. He takes my hand when the doors slide open, and we practically run to his room. He's so anxious to get inside the room – and presumably inside of me – he fumbles with the electronic key.
Finally, he slides the keycard into the lock, and it chirps. Aaron throws open the door and I rush inside, my eagerness apparently matching his. He closes the door behind him and locks it, never taking his eyes off of me. His scrutiny sends a flutter through my heart and I feel gossamer butterfly wings brush my insides, making my head spin with longing and desire.
Aaron closes the distance between us and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me gently, then looks down at me, his eyes boring into mine.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks. “It’s been so long.”
I bite my bottom lip with my body trembling. This is it. At least, it could be. After years of holding on to the memory of us, all the heartache and bitterness, I think I might be ready. Despite every part of my brain screaming at me that this is wrong, this is inappropriate – every nerve in my body screams right back that this is right. This is what I’ve wanted ever since Aaron came back into my life. The door I’d been hiding all of my reservations and fears behind opens, and all I can feel anymore is our connection and passion. And lust. I guess maybe, on some level, I've always known Aaron is the one who holds the key to that door. And because I refuse to settle for less than I want, part of me thought that door would always remain locked after we broke up. I can barely contain the smile on my face as I look up at him, grateful that we've fallen back into each other's lives and we have a chance to explore exactly what's behind that door.
Even still, as excited as I am, it's tinged with the slight flavor of fear.
“Are you sure?” he asks again. His voice is so soft that it reminds me of the very first time we were together, all those years ago. The memory sends shivers down my spine. “We don’t have to do anything if – ”
I step forward and grab the bulge in his pants, squeezing it as tight as possible without hurting him. He moans softly as I stroke him, my eyes never leaving his.
“I want you, Aaron. I don’t care about our past. I don’t even care that you’re my boss. I need this. I need you. I miss you so much.”
His eyes light up with something deeper than passion or lust. Even though they are as blue as ice, I feel nothing but warmth radiating from them.
“I miss you too, Emily.”
I nod and grip his cock even harder to give him the hint to continue, as the tide of desire rises within me even higher. I appreciate that he wants to be sure I'm not doing something I don't want to do, or something I feel pressured into doing, but I'm ready for him to fuck me already. I've waited thirteen years for this moment. Some part of me realizes this is what I’ve wanted the whole time.
“Hurry up and fuck me before we come back to our senses,” I command. “Please.”
There's a mischievous glint in his eye that matches his grin as he steps back from me. Aaron picks me up and sets me down on the table that sits in a corner of the room. His gaze still firmly fixed on mine, he pushes my skirt up, his fingertips leaving trails of fire up my thighs. As he grips the waistband of my panties, I lift myself up enough to allow him to slide them down my legs.
The intensity of his gaze as he throws my panties aside and kneels down before me makes me burn even hotter as I feel myself growing wetter. Aaron slides his hands up the insides of my legs, gently parting them. He pulls me to the edge of the table and then leans forward, running the tip of his tongue along my wet, swollen lips. A soft passionate groan slides out of my throat.
The moment his tongue hits my clit, I feel like a bomb went off inside of me and I draw in a sharp breath. He licks and sucks on it, gently at first, gradually turning up the intensity. I'm gasping and trembling as the most intense sensations I've ever felt radiate through my entire body.
Aaron slides his tongue all the way inside of me and pulls a sound out of my throat I've never heard before. I can't help it. Feeling his tongue moving deep within me is setting my every nerve ending on fire and making me feel things I've never felt with him before, so it only seems fitting.
Reaching down, I grip his hair tightly, my body starting to shake even harder. He laps at my moist center with zeal, his tongue bringing me pleasure I've never known. I rock my hips forward, grinding myself against Aaron's mouth. Judging by the increase in the intensity he's licking me with, he seems to like it. He slides a finger inside of me, licking and fingering me in unison, which makes me stutter as I cry out.
My entire body is pulsing with pleasure, and the pressure within me is building to a rapid and powerful crescendo. Aaron drives his finger in deep at the same time he sucks hard on my clit. I feel my stomach drop like I'm on a roller coaster as my entire body lights up with sensation.
I pull on his hair and accidentally clamp down on his head with my thighs as my orgasm crashes down over me. I grind myself against him as my pussy pulses and spasms, crying out his name as I come harder than I ever have before in my life – even back when we were together, he never was able to bring me this kind of feeling before. It's leaving me reeling.
Gasping and short on breath, I lean back. Aaron parts my thighs again and gets to his feet, his mouth glistening with my juices and a wide smile on his face.
“Sorry,” I croak. “I didn't mean to suffocate you like that.”
He shrugs. “I personally can't think of a better way to go.”
He steps forward and I throw my arms around him, leaning my head against his chest. We stand like that for a long minute as I try to regain control over my rapidly-thumping heart and slow my breathing all at the same time. I feel lightheaded. My body is as limp as cooked pasta. And yet, despite feeling so weak and out of breath, I yearn for even more. I know what I want, and I know I won't be satisfied until I have it.
I finally manage to raise my head and look up at him. “I'm ready,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I want you inside of me.”
