Aaron carries me to my bed—to the end—and actually drops me there like a bag of bricks. I don’t have time to be surprised or even offended by his rough treatment because his hands are immediately all over me.
My sandals come off, then go flying over his shoulder. His fingers slip into the elastic waistband of my skirt, managing to hook my panties at the same time, and he yanks them down my legs.
Immediately, I’m embarrassingly aware of being half-naked and splayed out under a bright light. I slide my hands down my belly to cover my crotch, but I stop when Aaron’s eyebrows shoot together, and he gives me a fierce glare. “Don’t even think about covering yourself.”
“Turn out the light then,” I snap, keeping my fingers hovering over my stomach.
“Not a chance,” he says with a leer. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for two weeks, and I’m not missing a single scintillating moment of your gorgeous body. So keep your hands away from down there unless you want to play with yourself—”
“Aaron,” I exclaim, feeling the burn of embarrassment engulf my ears.
With another lecherous grin, he shakes his head. “I’ve got so many things to show you, Clarke.”
I can feel my blush spreading over my entire body, but I don’t have time to be self-conscious about it. Aaron extends his meaty fist, grabs a hunk of my shirt, and lifts my torso off the bed until I’m sitting, my lower half completely naked and legs splayed out in front of me.
He bends to place a soft kiss on my mouth, then, ever so gently, he removes my glasses. I almost fall backward when he releases his grip on my clothing, but he only turns to the dresser behind him to set my glasses down. When he shifts back my way, his expression is focused as he takes one long stride to reach the bed again.
His hands come out and before I even understand what’s happening, my shirt and bra are off and being tossed to the floor.
Aaron takes a half step back, raking his eyes over me. I’ve never felt more foolish in my life as I sit upright with my legs straight out, which doesn’t flatter my stomach in the least. My gaze falters, falling away from his burning one.
“You’re beautiful, Clarke,” Aaron murmurs and despite my extreme discomfort in the bright light of my room, I can’t help but look up.
I expect him to talk me down from my horrible lack of self-confidence between the sheets so to speak, the residual damage left over from the horrible experience losing my virginity saddled me with.
Instead, my mouth goes desert dry when Aaron merely lifts his t-shirt over his head. He does it slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth, tanned skin and rippling muscles. His broad chest and strong shoulders corded with muscles are revealed, the shirt falling from his fingers to the floor.
“Let’s get on equal footing, okay?” he asks gently.
I can only nod.
Aaron toes off his shoes, then sits beside me on the bed to remove his socks. When he stands, he pulls his belt off slowly but with assurance. His jeans and underwear come off next in the same move. Overwhelmed, I stare at the beauty of his body as it’s revealed.
Sadly, I realize I’ve never taken a really good look at any of the men I’ve been with in the past. Lights had usually been off. Sometimes, it had just been drunken fumbling. Other times, the act had been performed so hastily that not all clothing had come off.
And those instances had been fine. Adequately enjoyable. Although the thought of Aaron and me hastily going at each other without the patience to fully undress has huge appeal… at a future date and with the knowledge the result would be way hotter than any of those fumbling experiences.
But in this moment, Aaron clearly wants me to examine his body. He wants me to enjoy each inch he reveals.
He’s wordlessly telling me—as he stands before me like a golden Adonis all muscled and with his thick, long shaft fully engaged—that I have every right to gaze at him until my heart is content.
He’s so beautiful. I’m not quite sure my heart will ever be content, but I don’t feel foolish at all right now.
I feel hot and needy. I want to not only see him, but also feel him as well.
Aaron’s expression softens as he watches my body visibly start to relax. He steps closer to the bed, his tall frame bringing that big damn cock my way. It’s going to be tough for my body to take him… but take him I will.
Aaron’s warm hand presses to the center of my chest, pushing me down onto my mattress. I expect him to climb right on top, commencing with round two of making out, as skilled as the man is at kissing.
Instead, I give a sharp yelp when he grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the mattress until my butt almost hangs off the edge.
“What—” I start to ask, but the words clog in my throat when Aaron drops to his knees. He bends forward, his warm breath caressing my lower stomach and the insides of my thighs.
My mind flashes with a moment of clarity, instinctively knowing what he is about to do, and I involuntarily try to close my legs. No man has ever done that to me before, and I’m as terrified as I am excited by the prospect.
“Keep ’em spread,” Aaron orders gruffly, the only warning I get before his mouth descends onto my most private place.
Suddenly, I’m pretty sure I’m going to come out on the other side of this as a completely changed woman.
CHAPTER 15
Wylde
Goddamn it, she tastes amazing, but… I knew she would. Just knew it down to the depths of my tingling balls, which are aching with the need to be inside her.
But there is no way I’m fucking Clarke until I make her come at least one more time. Yes, that has everything to do with my own male ego.
Having the knowledge about how horrible her first experience was—knowing the dickhead who took her virginity didn’t do a damn thing to make it good for her—well, I’m going to rock her fucking world so hard she’s going to be ruined for any other man for the rest of her life. And I don’t even feel bad about it.
Her sex is warm and soft. The skin under my hands is silky soft when I slip my arms under her legs, curl them past her hips, and bring my fingertips over the top of her pelvis to open her pussy wide for me.
“Aaron,” Clarke cries out at the first touch of my tongue to her clit, garbled pleas for me to stop… oh God, don’t stop… please stop, God… don’t stop… Hard to be sure which going by her contradicting demands, and it makes me chuckle.
Never going to stop—and she doesn’t actually want me to—so her confliction doesn’t bother me.
My goal is to decimate her senses—so far, so good. Luckily, my mouth is one of the best weapons I have. I fucking love kissing a woman. Could spend hours doing it. I look forward to spending some time with Clarke, maybe just slowly making out on her couch one night.
That’s not going to happen until I get my fill of her, though, and I’m not sure how many times or weeks that may end up taking.
Plunging my tongue deep inside her, I pull it out and lash at her most sensitive part. Clarke screams, begs, and bucks wildly underneath me.
The bucking part turns me on. I like the thought of Clarke believing she has any control over this, because it’ll be so hot when she realizes she doesn’t. Of course, all she ever has to do is say the word “no” and I’ll stop, but while all systems are on an agreed full-speed-ahead course, her cries and begging only add fuel to the fire. Only encourage me even more—urging me to make her come harder, more explosively, than the first time.
I eat at Clarke like a starved man who has never had such delicious-tasting sustenance. Inhaling her sweet muskiness with pure desire tickling my nose, I could happily keep my face buried between her legs for days on end.
Clarke continues to buck and cry out. Fingers twining in my hair, she jerks hard, desperate for something she has no control over receiving. That’s all up to me.
I sense her getting close, so I gentle my tongue, lapping her like a bowl of cream. When she seems to start to calm down, I roughly lash my tongue ov
er her—quick strokes designed to build her fire back up again.
“Please, God… Aaron… please,” she whimpers, almost a wail, her head thrashing from side to side. At that moment, I smile against her pussy because she fucking belongs to me one hundred percent now.
Pressing my tongue to her, I flutter it quickly across the over-sensitized engorgement that holds the secret to her satisfaction. For a heartbeat, Clarke goes utterly still, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as if she’s concentrating… and then she explodes underneath me. Her entire body arches off the bed, bowing so deeply I’m afraid her spine will crack. She doesn’t scream or cry out, but rather utters a deep groan that sounds like the earth rumbling before a quake finally wrenches it apart.
And then she shocks me by uttering the word “fuck” over and over in a long, staccato burst of release. It’s not that Clarke doesn’t curse, but I haven’t heard her lob the filthiest of all words before, so it’s sexy as hell coming from her at this moment.
She flops back down to the bed, gasping for air and I take a moment as I push up from my kneeling position to note with satisfaction her entire body is still trembling. I want to watch her try to pull herself back together, but I’ve got more pressing needs.
Namely, my aching dick, which is incredibly pissed at being ignored for so long. Lurching around, I bend and grab my jeans.
My wallet.
Then the condom inside. It’s one of three I stashed in there a few weeks ago—before our first wedding date. I had originally thought I’d have already had to replace them by now, but, honestly, I’m glad they’ve remained sealed.
This is way better than anything I ever thought I’d have with Clarke.
Clarke mutters something under her breath and lifts her head from the bed, staring at me with fuzzy eyes and pink cheeks. Her nipples are pebbled, most likely from the orgasm she just had, and I make a mental note to give them some attention.
After making quick work of the condom wrapper, I fist myself and roll the rubber on. Clarke’s eyes widen as she watches, her mouth parting slightly as her little pink tongue flicks out to swipe her lip. I have to work hard to hold back my groan, even more so to control myself so I don’t pounce on her.
It’s not going to be easy.
Not with the way she’s gazing at me.
At my cock, actually, which seems to pound with an aching need to get inside her.
I drag in a shaky breath, calling on some goddamn self-control. Angry at myself, as well as slightly amused since I’ve never been so out of sorts with a woman before, I raise one leg and press my knee into the mattress on the outside of Clarke’s bare thigh.
She instinctively scrambles backward up the mattress, but not in an effort to escape.
Merely to accommodate.
My other leg comes up, too. By some means, she and I meet exactly in the middle of the bed. Clarke’s hazel eyes somehow glow even greener—her desire, perhaps? Her legs spread, causing the outsides of her thighs to nudge against the insides of mine, and I shift until I’m perfectly nestled in between her legs.
Exactly where I need to be.
Elbows pressed into the mattress to hold my weight off her, I dip my head and bring my mouth not to hers, but to her nipple instead. I kiss it softly, touching the tip of my tongue to it and relishing her appreciative moan as her fingers slide into the softness of my hair.
My hips lower slightly, the length of my cock pressing onto her pelvis. Clarke gyrates her hips, a move that doesn’t go easy on my aching shaft, and I nibble sharply at her nipple with my teeth. The cutest, most unladylike grunt erupts from her as her legs slide outward, creating more of an invitation. She slides a hand to my ass, trying to urge me even closer.
Trying to get me inside of her.
But first, I have to do one more thing. I need her mouth again, because I have found such supreme beauty in kissing it. I also want her to taste herself on my lips—to know there won’t be any barriers between us in this bed. Just as one day, I expect her to kiss me after she’s taken me deep inside her throat, so we can share everything.
I snort, not able to hide the tiny bark of laughter at my internal musings. I’ve turned into a fucking poet because of the woman beneath me.
Clarke’s eyes fill with curiosity, probably wondering about the slight curve to my mouth, but I merely touch my lips to hers. Eagerly, she opens for me. As my tongue slides in against hers, I take my cock in hand and find the exact place I must possess. When I deepen the kiss, she moans into my mouth and I start to slide into her warmth. Clarke groans at the fullness, and my eyes about roll into the back of my head from the tightness of her sheath.
The minute I’m balls deep inside her, reality hits me. I’m not going to last long. A shudder rips up my spine when Clarke flexes the muscles cradling my cock. Thank fuck I’ve already made her come twice because, right now, I feel like a schoolboy getting ready to bust a nut for the first time.
Lifting my lips from hers, I mutter, “Hang on, baby.”
“Huh?” she asks, but gets no more time to question me, before I pull out and plunge back into her.
God fucking yes… this is what life must be about.
She feels so fucking good, and I can’t even attempt to fuck her with slow seduction. Instead, I pull out once more, almost to the tip, then dive right back inside her tight wet heat. My head drops, my forehead resting against hers, and I start pumping between her legs.
In response, Clarke spreads herself wider, pressing her knees to my ribs and sinking her nails into my ass. The tiny bites of pain from those sharp little claws cause me to fuck her just a bit harder, but her grunts of approval assure me that’s what she was aiming for all along.
As boldly exciting as it was to finger fuck her to orgasm in her living room, and as sweet as it was to make her come apart with my tongue, there is nothing that could get me to hold back from the deep fucking I’m giving her now.
I absolutely can’t control myself, and my body just takes over.
“You. Okay?” I manage to grind out, my jaw clenched tight as I pound harder between her creamy thighs.
“God, yes,” she pants, her palms now flat against my ass as she urges me to go even deeper.
I lift my head, gazing down at Clarke in amazement. Who would have thought she’d like it a bit rough in the end?
It suits me just fine because I like it any way she’ll give it. Later tonight, after I get my wits back, I’m going to fuck her slowly for hours.
“Aaron?” Her plaintive tone has me looking down in concern. “I’m… I’m… I think I’m going to come—”
And with that, she bucks hard and bows her back once more, which I’ve come to realize is her signature tell that she’s coming hard. She’s strong enough to lift my hips up right along with hers. The unexpected move throws me off, but only for a second. I slam back into her, pushing her deeper into the mattress. As I register the rippling contractions of her muscles all around me and realize with no small amount of pride that she had three supreme orgasms tonight, my body decides it’s time to fall over the edge with her. My balls pulse, then contract as I slam deep into her one last time.
Pressing my face into her neck, I mutter, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, that feels good.”
♦
Very long moments later, when our breaths have returned to normal and I have Clarke tucked into my side, she makes a small sound in the back of her throat as if she has something to say.
The fingers on one hand, which were stroking her shoulder, still to wait her out. When she doesn’t say anything, I ask, “Are you okay?”
Clarke giggles, and it doesn’t sound like her at all. I take it to be nerves rather than an airhead-type thing.
In an attempt to put her at ease, because let’s face it—what we just shared was fucking intense—I say, “I think I’ve finally gotten my heart rate to a point I’m confident I’m not going to keel over and die.”
Silence continues to reign, but then she finally murmurs, “It
was really, really good.”
Chuckling, I pull her in tighter.
She coughs slightly, turns more to her side, then lifts her head to look directly at me. “I’m going to ask a really stupid question, and I want you to just chalk it up to the fact I’m not quite as experienced as I thought I was since… well… you know the incident.”
“No such thing as a stupid question,” I assure her.
“And I don’t want you to think I’m making a big deal about anything, because I’m not… I swear.”
Patiently, I wait for her to get the guts to tell me what’s on her mind.
She lets out a shaky breath. Her cheeks bloom with color, indicating she’s incredibly embarrassed. “Do you… um… do you make all women… um… oh, God.”
She ends up burying her face in my chest, too cute by anyone’s standard in her embarrassment. So I help her out. “Do all the women I’m with end up coming three times?”
“Not just three times,” she mutters against my breastbone. “Three stupendous, extremely forceful times.”
Got to admit, my ego blooms and expands, swelling under her praise. But still, I have to admit to choosing my words very carefully. “Let’s just say I don’t normally spend that amount of time on a woman.”
“Oh,” she murmurs, lifting her head to finally scan my face. I won’t tell her the exact truth, which is I’ve never spent that much dedicated time on a woman before. Sure, I want to make sure any woman I’m with gets off and has a great time, but tonight… I was driven to make Clarke shoot over the moon.
“But…” I continue as I press a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I enjoyed that so much, and I’m looking forward to seeing if I can outdo myself next time.”
Clarke’s grin seems to harness the entire power of the sun within it. Without hesitation, she smacks a kiss on my mouth.
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