by Ember Flint
I kiss him and hug him to me. “What do we do?”
He gives me a little sideways, rakish grin. “I can think of a thing or two.”
He kisses the corner of my mouth, my chin and my neck.
I shake my head, smiling at him, feeling his erection jerk inside of me once and then again.
He is still wedged deep in my body and he has not gone soft yet. I didn’t know that was possible.
I clamp around him a little, making him groan and I laugh. “I meant in more general terms, Aston. Where do we go from here?”
He swallows and his expression becomes very serious as he takes my chin in one hand, making me look at him. “Ok, fair enough… you need reassurance, I do to. But before I start to speak, I want you to know that I won’t listen to you if you don’t agree with my overview of things.”
He says it in such a domineering way that I have to laugh again. “Really?”
Aston nods and pecks my shoulder. “Really. If we don’t see things the same way, I’m going to spend all of my time trying to change your mind about it until you give in, so you see: it would be useless to resist.”
I giggle happily and kiss him on the lips.
I’m pretty sure I won’t be disagreeing much anyway, not if his overview contemplates us being together beyond this wonderful night. “Okay… what’s the plan, then?”
Aston smiles. “Well, first of all, I think we are going to make love again and this will be happening very shortly,” he deadpans with a very stern expression, making me snicker again.
He steadies my hips with both of his large hands. “The more you laugh and wiggle on top of me, the fastest it’s going to happen, Lara. I’m warning you.”
I purposely wiggle a little bit more, climbing completely on top of him. “I can’t wait,” I say, hardly recognizing myself.
I’m different with him, more free and I am liking it entirely too much. “You’d better speak faster…”
Aston chuckles, grips my hips and breaks our connection.
“I didn’t want the condom to get loose in you,” he murmurs and hugs me to his side. “So next order of business, after the phenomenal fuck we are about to embark upon, shall be getting out of here. We can go to my place or to yours, I don’t care: as long as we stay together, okay? The thought of sleeping without you makes me almost physically ill. We can’t have that, can we?”
I smile at his playful tone, but I know he is not really kidding.
I kiss him a little. “We certainly can’t. Let’s go to my place, I live like five minutes away.”
“Perfect.”
“And what else?” I ask, linking my arms behind his bulky neck.
He smooths my hair away from my face, kissing my temple. “Well, then we spend the weekend together and I don’t want you to be more than a breath away from me. Deal?”
I smile and kiss him again. “Can’t complain so far.”
He nuzzles my nose and nibbles on my chin a little. “Good. I need to fuck you at least another twenty times then I think I’ll be able to bear the thought of having you two steps away… and we need to talk, baby. I want to know everything there’s to know about you. Then, unfortunately, I’ll be gone most of Monday: I have several meetings, but I should be done by five —no: make that four o’clock— so afterwards we can stay together and that’s pretty much what we are going to do with the rest of our time for the rest of our lives: spending it together. Crazy? Yes. Up for discussion? You can try, but it won’t work…”
I look at him, slightly stunned by his words. It was exactly what I hoped to hear, what I needed to hear, but still this is so very very fast. Maybe too fast. I tell him that.
“Fast? Yes… very fast, but when you know you know and I know. What about you, love?”
I feel that endearment all the way down to my curling toes. His accent coating it like warm chocolate. “I know it too.”
Aston kisses me. “Good. That’s why it was so fast, baby: we knew it from the start already. Everything will be all right, don’t worry.”
We share a tender, gentle embrace as we kiss, offering and receiving a firm confirmation of our belief in each other's words.
“Chuck said you’re jet-lagged and your accent… you’re British… you don’t live here, do you?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “No, I live in London most of the time, but I can live here, it’s no big deal, trust me: I won’t be going anywhere without you.”
I gasp. It’s no big deal moving from Europe to New York just to be with me?
“Aston… don’t make these kind of promises to me.”
I see his eyes darken. “Why? You don’t believe me? I’m never letting you go, now that I found you. At the very least, not till you want this as much as I do.”
We kiss passionately until we are both breathless.
“No more talking now, my sweet. I need to be inside you again,” he murmurs against my mouth and I feel my insides clench.
He sighs, rolling the condom off of his still very prominent erection and I help him clean a bit using his discarded undershirt.
This time I want to touch him as much as I can. I won’t let him stop me or distract me with his maddening kisses.
“My turn,” I whisper, biting his upper lip. “Stay put and enjoy…”
I caress his chest and kiss each of his nipples and he immediately starts to tense.
He gives me a burning, lust-filled look and I suck on his nipple making him grunt softly and jump a little.
“Lara…”
I love how he says my name with so much need and adoration, it makes me even more wet; no mean feat, considering that I am already dripping.
I press my overheated skin to his, lick his other nipple and lightly blow my breath on it, making a shaky groan leave his chest.
Suddenly, he winds his arms around me tightly, his lips melding wildly with mine and his potent erection pushing urgently against my tummy.
The more I caress and kiss him, the more his body gets taut and his arousal menacing.
I know what he wants, but I’m not ready to let him take control again yet.
I’ve never been like this with a man, never so bold, never so confident, never so willing to bestow pleasure, but there is nothing I won’t give to him, nothing I won’t do.
There’s nothing I want more than driving him crazy with need and pleasure.
My kisses move lower and I hear him inhale sharply.
I stroke the inside of his muscular thighs and let my hands slide all over his powerful body, awed by his manly beauty and strength.
I drive my lips lower still on his taut abdomen, following his dark treasure’s trail, and his hands go to my head, moving my hair away.
I securely wrap one hand around the base of his large, glowering cock, barely encompassing its girth and I start to stroke him up and down, loving each of his moans.
My eyes are riveted to the small drops of precum gathering on the glossy, broad tip.
I’ve never done this before with anyone else. Never felt I could, never felt I should and yet with him I want to. I want to taste him, I need to.
I grasp his cock firmly between my fingers, my other hand goes to the heavy sack at its root and I carefully lower my mouth onto his erection, giving him a little lick.
“Oh, fuck, baby! Just like that,” he grunts, an ecstatic frown on his handsome face.
His moans of appreciation are all the encouragement I need.
I love his salty-sweet taste, it’s nothing like what I expected.
“Oh, Lara… please, baby!”
One of Aston’s hands comes away from my head to caress my face.
I don’t know what he wants exactly, I don’t know what he likes and so I decide to follow my instinct. I open my mouth and let him slide his impressive length inside.
“Oh my fuck!” he groans and then he closes his eyes, huffing a little; his cheeks reddened, his lips reduced to a
line.
I stroke his shaft up and down with my mouth, flicking my tongue at his tip and hollowing my cheeks to suckle him.
I try to take him deep, but there’s too much of him and I don’t know how to do that, so I caress with my hands the part of him that my lips are not loving.
I skim my tongue around the head, touching what feels like a very prominent vein and he practically roars.
“Holy fucking fuck, love, you’re going to kill me like this!”
His groans race through me like a rocket, reaching the most sensitive spot of my pussy and making me even more wet and achy.
I want to be full of him again, I want to have his cock inside me as far as he can plummet it and never let it go.
Aston sighs and puffs out air as he lifts my face gently away, making me look at him. "I can't take it anymore. It's too much. I need to be inside you,” he says huskily and takes my mouth in a powerful kiss.
I would have liked to make him finish in my mouth, but I don’t really mind his change of plan: later there will be plenty of time for me to taste him more —of that I’m sure.
I see him reach for his trousers, his trembling hands going for his wallet. “It’s the last one, baby…”
I kiss his lips and take the condom away from him.
I rip the silvery package with my teeth and roll it on his swollen angry-looking cock, making Aston grunt again and clutch his balls hard between his fingers.
He tugs on them a couple of times. “Lara, my sweet, I really need your pussy now.”
His hands move to my hips, guiding me on top of him and before I know what is happening, I’m taking him deep inside my core.
I feel myself enveloping his ravaging hardness and I push down as far as I can, moaning at the perfect pressure, the sense of fullness that spears my breath and makes my heartbeat pick up even more speed.
I feel our bond strengthen with each of my undulations; his potent arms holding me safely against him as we climb together.
I have no words for the relief I feel having him inside me.
There is but one way to articulate the sensation running through me: he just feels right.
I gasp and moan incoherently, feeling the strength behind each of his plunges.
I’ve never felt this connected with someone before.
I feel his pleasure almost as strongly as my own, the sensation of his pulsating cock as he moves inside me going deeper and deeper, captivates me and the sound of his groans of desire, breathed in my ear, make me shiver and tingle all over, leaving a line of fire burning through my skin.
As I ride him faster, meeting each of his thrusts, I feel myself nearing another powerful climax.
I didn’t think he could go any deeper but he does.
“Fuck, you feel just perfect. So tight… so bloody hot. Closer… I want to be closer, baby,” he mumbles and I urge him on, crying for more, falling forward, my mouth pressed to his.
We swallow each other’s moans of pleasure as we find our orgasm together, sealing it with an all-consuming kiss.
Chapter 9
ASTON
I’m sitting on a sofa that is too small for my frame in the tiny apartment of a woman I did not know existed before tonight after having mind-blowing, amazing sex with her in a lingerie store.
I’m a reserved man, one that doesn’t like for things to be outside of his control, one that doesn’t like dealing with unknown factors; rationally I know I should feel awkward, out of place and ill at ease, but those kind of feelings couldn’t be farther from my mind.
I have never been happier, never been more comfortable than I am in this very moment, with this petite, lovely girl in my arms, her head resting on my chest, our fingers laced together as if this were something we’ve done a million times.
Lara looks up at me, her dark, intelligent eyes studying me. “What are you thinking about?”
I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the fruity perfume of her shampoo. “About this. Us… you. I want to know more about you, Lara. I want to know everything.”
She shrugs. “I’m not that interesting…”
I don’t like that she is being so dismissive of herself. I cup her face and make her look at me again. “To me, you are, baby.”
“You really want to know? Why?” She looks unsure.
I’m not going to convince her simply saying yes, I know that, so I’ll try a different route. “Don’t you want to know things about me, love?”
“I want to know everything and more,” she answers without hesitation and I chuckle.
“You see how those words just tumbled easily out of your mouth?”
She nods and I entwine our fingers even more closely.
“This… eagerness you feel? I feel it too and every moment we are together it grows stronger.” I kiss her sweet lips gently, reverently, trying to infuse the act with all that I feel and all that I am.
She pulls back and there are tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry… I feel a bit emotional, everything is so—”
“I know… and don’t ever be sorry for the way you feel, Lara.”
“I feel so…” she looks away.
“Confused, exposed, happy, crazy, in love?” I finish for her making her laugh.
“Okay, so… I’m Lara Mason, I’m twenty-four years old, my favorite color is purple. I love ice cream, sappy movies and rock music. I grew up in your average ‘nothing special about it’ small town in New Jersey with my mom, who is a veterinarian, and my sister Jessica. She is barely a year older than me and we might as well have been twins, because we are inseparable. She is one of the office admins in a big law firm in the City. We moved to New York together as soon as we finished high school.”
“And your father?”
Her expression immediately darkens and I know I’ve hit a nerve. I encourage her to keep going, caressing her face.
She sighs and looks down, her long, wavy hair casting shadows on her pretty face.
“My father… he was never really in the picture. He… he left when I was four, but even before then he wasn’t involved that much. He… pops in and out of our lives from time to time, but never for long and never to be anything but critical of our choices and nothing else. Every time is the same: we meet up hoping it will be different, but then he just sits there being his usual judgmental self. I don’t think we will ever be good enough for him. I don’t think we can… and… and…”
I see her dark eyes cloud and I feel a surge of rage.
I have never met this tosser and I already want to punch him in the throat for putting such a defeated look on her.
I’m pretty sure there’s much more I need to know about her relationship with him, but there will be time for it, I won’t force her to speak about it now if she doesn’t want to. We’ll get there eventually.
“It’s okay, baby. Tell me about something else. What is the thing you like the most?”
“I… I like lingerie a lot… I mean, not just wearing it. I like to… design it, that’s what I studied actually, but it’s not like you can simply start to… draw and make it real just like that. I need to put a lot of money aside to make it and the kind of jobs I could find with no experience in the fashion world were not exactly that stable and also those kind of gigs don’t pay rent, so I went for the next best thing for now, which is working for Intimate Delights. I get to be around one of the best lingerie stylist in New York and I’m learning so many things… and… and in the future I am sure that I will be putting all of it to good use and I’m saving all the money that I can spare. Someday I would like to open my own little studio, have like… my own brand… it may take a while, but…” she trails off, shrugging as if she is waiting for me to disagree with her.
I smile at her. “That’s a great plan, my sweet.” I don’t tell her about it, but my mind is already shuffling things around. If being a lingerie designer is what she wants, I’ll do everything in my power to get her there sooner th
an she thinks. As soon as tomorrow if she wants. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
“I know it might not work out, but… I have to try.”
Why she thinks it won’t work is beyond me. Oh… right that fucker of her father is probably responsible for her lack of confidence. It doesn’t matter, I’ll fix it. I’ll fix everything she needs me to fix.
“Of course it will work, love. You’ll do great.”
Lara shakes her head. “How do you know? How can you tell? Maybe my style sucks, maybe—”
“Impossible. You are the most elegant being I have ever met and it has nothing to do with what you wear: it comes from inside you. It’s… it’s in everything you do.” I kiss her forehead. “Maybe later you can show me some of your designs?”
She gives me a brilliant smile. “Tell me something about you now, Aston… before I start to babble for the next two hours, because when I’m nervous that’s what I do: I babble a lot and… and… ugh! See I’m already doing it. Please stop me! Stop me now!”
I laugh and then I stop her the best way I know: by kissing her senseless until we both need to come up for air.
She smiles at me. “Tell me about your life, Aston.”
I grin back at her. “Her name is Lara, I just met her and I love her.” Ok, this has got to be the cheesiest line ever spoken by a man, but it’s completely true and I am happy to see she believes me and understand what I mean, it’s there: easy to read in the softness of the way she looks at me.
She takes my hand between her much smaller ones. “Tell me more, Aston.”
I sigh. It’s strange to have to tell her things about me when my heart feels like she knows my very soul.
I have to keep reminding myself we just met and she really has no clue about who I am.
I’m not a talkative man usually, but with her I have no problem whatsoever.
I want her to know things. It’s an unfamiliar feeling for me, but it makes me feel safe at the same time.
“My name is Aston Henley, I turned thirty-two last week and this night is the best delayed birthday present I’ve ever got.”