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I leaned in and kissed her. My arm snaked around her and hauled her against me, trapping her hands to my bare chest. It felt so good to hold her like that, to part her lips with mine and taste her at last, like watermelon and salt and something fundamental that I needed more of. My tongue swept into her mouth, the playful kiss turning hot and heavy. She tilted her head, parted her lips more, inviting me to go deeper. There was no turning back for me then.
CHAPTER23
LEANNE
Inside my body, which his first touch set trembling madly, my heart racing—I was consumed by sparks, the burst of fireworks, confetti, a swirl of spinning light. Aaron’s kiss—my God, it should be registered as a weapon or a mind-altering drug! His tongue teased between my lips and my entire body felt hot and liquid, like mercury spiking up or scalding lava spreading and expanding. The sense of heat, of fire and pure, pulsing sexuality consumed me. My hands on his bare chest, my head tipped back, and lips parted eagerly to take as much of his tongue as he’d give me, licking and sucking on his tongue as he stroked and claimed my mouth.
As I turned my head to catch my breath, his hot lips trailed down my jaw to my throat. My abs tensed as a sweet clench began between my legs, my wetness responding to the suck of his mouth at just the right spot on my neck. I wound my arms around his neck, my greedy fingers messing up his hair like I’d always wanted to. I arched into him shamelessly, wanting to give him everything.
Aaron seemed to know and interpret my responses instantly, his big hand palming the small of my back, pulling me up higher, his thigh going between my legs. I rocked against it instinctively, loving the pressure and heat as he lifted me up to capture my nipple in his mouth. The searing hot, clever mouth closed over my nipple through my tank top, sucking and licking. The bud went hard, my breasts heavy and aching with longing for more. I made a soft noise in my throat of pleasure and frustration, grinding harder at his thigh. He gave a low growl.
“Make that sound again,” he said, going at my breast again, lapping and sucking as I arched into him as hard as I could, my back draped over his arm in a sharp curve of desperate surrender as he worked me over. Panting, I clutched his shoulders and my needy whimper seemed to fuel his desire.
I groaned as I tried to ride his thigh, unashamed of my ardent need for him, for all of him. All these weeks I’d denied myself, tried to push away the attraction as off limits, when this could have been mine all along. He wanted me, too. What else could I dream of? This lush, erotic moment, at once so much like my fantasies and still so real.
Never in my fantasies had Aaron jerked my running shorts down, lifted me and set me on the counter of my tiny kitchen. He went to his knees, wrapped my muscular leg over his shoulder and without hesitation—the same headlong, fierce way he did everything—Aaron, my professor and boss, ate me out on my kitchen counter. His mouth and tongue spread my lower lips and tasted, licked my innermost secret places. I gripped his head, my fingers twined in his hair, perhaps pulling hard because he groaned, but it was a sound of pleasure. He liked me pulling on his hair, and when I did it again, thrills coursing through me at finding something that turned him on, he rewarded me with a lick to my clit that made my eyes roll back in my head.
Aaron grinned. I felt the curve of his mouth, wicked and pleased against my slick, quivering flesh. His thumb—it had to be his thumb, so thick and rough with callouses, stroked my slit, my tender lower lips deliciously abraded by the insistent poking of his wide, rough digit. I wanted to cheer, to shout, but my words had been sunk in some animal place—pure sensation, feeling and want. It was only moans and cries, but he understood those and adjusted his pace, his depth, the way his tongue moved against me and, the way he teased me only to shove that thick thumb inside my pussy all at once, making me clench and buck against his face. He lapped at me then, even though I was so wet, so turned on. I’d never been that aroused, that desperate for it. I wanted him to give it to me, to take me and use me and do everything he could think of until I came, helpless and delighted to be at his mercy.
I wanted to kiss him, to tell him with my lips and tongue how precious he was, how sexy, how he was everything to me. How this wasn’t just the snap of the tension between us finally giving way. This was more.
I grabbed his hair to guide him up so we were eye to eye. I was breathing so hard, so aroused I wasn’t even sure I could say it. Then he started petting me, dragging his fingertips through my juices, rubbing my pussy, and I wriggled against his hands because it felt so damn good. I tried to focus, to meet his eyes.
I said, “Only you. Aaron Only you.”
I wasn’t even sure I said it right or if he understood, but I kissed him and then he took over the kiss. His thumb hit my clit so my legs went out straight and stiff and I bucked off the counter as the orgasm pulled me taut and damn near broke my back with jolts of sizzling pleasure. The whole time he didn’t stop, didn’t quit kissing me or rubbing in that perfect way.
Then he speared me with his fingers, swirling them inside my sensitive, slippery folds, pushing and stroking deeper inside me while his thumb worked me. I couldn’t get my breath, my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. His lips brushed my neck just behind my ear, a soft kiss, the touch of his tongue, and that was the spark that set me off.
My second climax was fast and shattering. I pushed his hand away, unable to stand any more. I hid my face in his chest, my whole body rattled by the two orgasms he’d given me, by the incredible skill he showed as a lover that I could never measure up to.
Aaron held me without saying a word. He stroked my hair, tucked it behind my ear tenderly. One hand rubbed my back slowly, reassuringly.
I led him to my tiny bedroom and ran my hands all over his chest. My eager fingers traced the cut lines around his pectorals, down his abs that were stacked tight and impressive, rock hard. I slid my hands back up his sides and put my mouth to his shoulder and slid over to his collarbone and his neck. The corded tension in his throat thrilled me, as I kissed and nipped up the column of his neck to his jaw. I found a sensitive spot there and kissed it, loving the way his abs tensed under my hand when I kissed his jaw right there.
My hands made their way down his chest and abs again, trailing to his hip bones and pushing down his shorts. Those big, powerful thighs, that muscular curve of his magnificent ass—I let my hands roam all over, just appreciating all the exercise physiology that went into his perfectly sculpted, smoothly tanned physique.
He was so alive under my hands, the heat from his body, the sound of his breath coming hot and ragged against my cheek as I caressed his thighs.
He kicked his shorts away, stood before me, confident and proud. As he should be, looking like that. So tall and broad and muscular, the definition of every major muscle group was impressive—but my eyes and my hand strayed to the root of him, his manhood—such a long, rock-hard cock bobbing against the curve of my stomach, leaving a damp touch on my bare skin. I wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything.
There were no more doubts about being good enough, about pleasing him or if this was a mistake. Pure desire swept that all away. Aaron’s big fingers at my side reminded me that I should grab his hand. I took it in mine and put it shamelessly between my thighs so he could feel how turned on I was, how badly I wanted him to join with me.
His eyes, already dark with lust, seemed to intensify even more, his lips surprisingly soft on mine as he worked his fingers between my legs expertly, touching and teasing, offering me the most tantalizing, sweet caresses, setting me on breathless edge in only a few slides and presses of his fingers. I shook my head stubbornly and closed my hand over his big cock as much as I could. He knew what I meant, what I wanted. All of him, not just what he expected me to want—more orgasms over and over. But I wanted him, wanted Aaron himself, and that meant taking all of him into my body, it meant opening gladly to let him penetrate me and move within me. The very thought of it made me feel faint with excitement.
“Whatever you want, however you want me,” he said, his voice rough, ragged with the effort of holding out. I sat down and scooted back on my bed and beckoned him to join me. As he crawled over me, positioning himself between my welcoming thighs, I looked at him, all of him, wanting to remember the moment for the rest of my life. The absolutely hottest man I’d ever seen climbed naked onto my mattress, all lean muscle and raw arousal, stalking toward me like a predator, everything wicked and irresistible.
I fell back onto the bed, unable to take my eyes off him. I reached for him. He slid his big hands between my thighs, parted them, and wrapped them low around his hips, that heavy, long erection coming to rest at the place where I throbbed and pulsed for him, my tender sex, flushed and slick. The brush of his cock as he nestled there was like lightning running up my spine, the electricity and sharp desire making my heart pound. I pulled him lower, until he braced himself on his forearms and covered me with his big body looming above me. My hands roamed his strong, bare back, needy and restless, until he surged into me. Aaron’s cock was so big and thick that even my slick, needy channel felt tight, stretched by him as he tunneled into me, thrusting in deeper with each stroke. Every nerve in my body stood at attention as pleasure rocketed through me with every pump of his cock into me.
I felt glorious, beautiful and lit from within as he claimed me, his hot, slick cock raw inside of my quivering pussy. I gripped him, squeezed him with my inner muscles, wanting so badly to make him come, greedy for that most primal act of him releasing deep into my body.
I rocked in rhythm with his quick, deep thrusts. They grew harder, messier, shaking the bed, making me cling to him, wanting to hold on, not to miss a single stroke, a single drop of him. I struggled to hold all of him, felt ready to burst with the pressure of his heavy cock ramming into me, stretching me past the point I thought I could endure, until I saw stars and bucked my hips and screamed as my inner muscles clamped down and spears of pure ecstasy, white hot with an edge of something close to pain ran through me. He followed me over the edge then, biting his lip as he poured out into me in a liquid rush, his tongue in my mouth as I swallowed the guttural cry he gave as he came in a great, animalistic climax that nearly turned me inside out with its force.
My body slowly relaxed, all the tensed-up muscles uncoiling. He withdrew from my body, and I wanted to protest because I needed him there, needed to be joined with him like that. He knew, he felt that protest because he dipped his face and kissed me again, slow and sensual. His hands stroked and caressed me, easing me back to earth, letting me know he was right there with me. I was almost limp with exhaustion, wrung out by pleasure, but clinging to him, stubborn.
He chuckled softly and rolled onto his back, pulled me into his arms and held me. He brushed my sweaty hair back from my face as our breathing returned to normal. Aaron’s fingers toyed with my hair and I relaxed, melted into him. I loved being held by him, loved the lush silence of being naked with him, stretched out in my bed, every part of me touching some part of him. I could lie this way forever happily.
“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” I said finally, forcing the words out.
