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We launch for each other at the same time, our lips crashing together like waves against rocks. I can feel his broad hands gripping the back of my head, grazing my neck, and his lips consume mine in an aggressive, ravenous onslaught. I open my lips to let in his tongue and he plunges into me, holding me so tight I think I might stop breathing. His hands are everywhere, holding me to him. A thigh is lifted, a pelvis is drawn closer, a heart pounds against my own. One fleeting thought passes through my mind. No one needs experience for this. My response to him is completely innate, instinctive… Written.
He pulls back for second and his eyes are glazed. “Fuck. You are infuriating,” he says, his voice low and dry. Then his mouth is on mine again and I circle my arms around his neck. When I think my lips are about to bruise, he frees them, sliding his wet mouth across to my cheek. He nibbles and kisses the curve of my jaw and I let my head drop backwards from sheer pleasure. He moves to my neck and licks softly at the hollow of my throat, then along the length of my collarbone. Then I’m lifted and placed on the counter.
He keeps kissing me, making me feel things with his lips and tongue that need a censorship all of their own. I’m almost sweating from the intensity of our hands roaming each other like they’ve been held hostage for a century. One of his reaches up and tugs my top and bra down over my right breast in one swift motion and his lips are suddenly surround my nipple. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before and I gasp, instinctively pushing myself into him. He sucks at it hungrily, moaning a vibration through my skin.
“Jesus, Aurelia,” he murmurs. His voice sounds far away. “Stop me. Please, stop me.”
He’s got to be kidding me. I’m capable of stopping him. I need more. I need everything. “I want this Isaac,” I whimper. “Please don’t stop.”
As if that permission is all he needs, Isaac’s hand is between my thighs and he tugs my shorts to one side. I pull back, gasping. He looks up at me, his eyes faraway. “Are you sure, baby girl?”
“I’m no baby,” I reply, thrusting myself towards him. His fingers don’t move when I press against them. He doesn’t drag them back and forth like I expected him to. He simply watches me, fascinated, as I gyrate my hips, feeling the tips of his fingers against the fabric of my underwear. My clit beneath it is straining for connection, and driving me wild.
“Aurelia,” he whispers. “Look at you.”
“What?” I gasp.
“You’re insatiable, baby girl. I like you this way.”
I rub myself against his fingers, feeling more and more confident knowing my raw need for him is on full display and it’s too late to do anything about it now.
“Oh God, Isaac,” I choke. I’m right on the edge and my vision is spinning. “What do you mean?”
“I like that, in this moment, you really need me. Even if it’s just for my fingers.”
I feel delirious. “It isn’t just for…” I gyrate again and his thumb presses against my clit. The first vibration rocks through my insides. The force of the sensation is strange, but not unwelcome. A groan comes out of my throat, without my permission.
“You’re so beautiful, Aurelia,” he says, his breath labored and heavy on my face. “How in hell was I ever meant to resist you?”
“Please, Isaac,” I choke.
“You feel it too,” he whispers.
I don’t know what he’s asking but I nod anyway. Right now I will agree with this man on anything. I can’t believe what he’s doing to me, the intense feeling it’s drawing out of my core. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, my body seems to ball itself up into a knot of tightness. I look into Isaac’s eyes and he nods once, pushing his finger beneath the cotton and into me, all the while rubbing circles around my hardened clit.
“Gah,” I splutter, then the shaking starts, and I grip onto Isaac for dear life. He wraps one arm around me while plunging his fingers so far into me, it almost hurts. I hang onto his shoulders, shuddering with each convulsion.
Completely disoriented by what just happened, I rest against him, breathing heavily, as though I’ve just run a marathon. Barely a minute later, I hear the snap of a belt. Isaac lifts his head to face me and his eyes are blacker than ever.
“Aurelia,” he pants. “We might just be able to get past that. But this… You have to stop me.” His voice is a whisper as he slowly unbuttons his fly.
I shake my head and lick my lips. Whatever he’s planning on doing next, I want it. The man just made me feel everything and he expects me to stop him, now? I wriggle out of my shorts and kick them onto the floor. He shoves his combats down his thighs and frees his cock. I don’t even have a chance to swallow and he has my thighs in his grip. He steps closer and I can see his jaw tick.
“God, you are everything,” he says, dipping his lips to my collarbone. Just that small contact sends a current right across my skin and I shudder again. He laps at the dip with his tongue and I drop my hand to his cock, eager to know what he feels like. This all feels so alien, but at the same time completely natural. And inevitable.
As soon as my hand wraps around him, his head drops and he groans, then curses softly. Another wave of lust ripples through me. I’m high on the realization of what I can do to him, without even trying. I’m half-expecting to wake up from a dream. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to me.
He whispers something else, inaudible. Then my brain catches up. He’s begging me to stop.
“I… I don’t want to,” I reply, but my heart is falling already.
“Please,” he says, not looking up.
I slowly withdraw my hand, feeling the warmth of his cock evaporate into the cold atmosphere.
“Why?”
He doesn’t even look up. “We can’t.”
