by Nicole Ryan
I realized then that they were involuntarily clamped together, after releasing them, and taking a deep breath I closed my eyes as his hand moved up my side, across my belly to my hip. Before I knew it he was in front of me, kneeling on the bed, bending down to place his lips on mine. I loved it; I loved the feel of him bending down to me, holding my face. Red hot lava pools rushed between my legs, only this time, it didn’t go away. I was slightly aware that my breathing quickened, Aden’s hand came up to my neck and held my head facing up to him, I bit my lip and looked away, too uncomfortable to continue letting him see in my eyes what I knew is blatantly obvious.
His fingers grabbed my chin and I opened my eyes to look at him, he was leaning over me which made his muscles more defined, they rippled along his torso, his shoulders seemed very large, very welcoming. I searched his face before closing my eyes again; I tentatively placed my fingers on his chest and trailed them up his shoulders, feeling goose bumps raise on his flesh against my sensitive finger tips. I put my arms around his neck, welcoming him in, offering him to deepen the kiss. Before I could protest my shirt was swept over my head and I was left in just my camisole and jeans. He placed his hands on my torso and leaned me back onto his bed, it smelled like Aden, fresh and intoxicating. I felt his hand moving up my stomach again, kneading and caressing each curve, molding my breast to his palm, and then moving his hand to rest on my thundering heart.
“Jesus. You are so amazing.”
He stopped kissing me and looked at his hand as he caressed me; I was spinning from the direction this visit had taken. As his lips came back down on mine, I felt his tongue, warm and silky, sliding against my bottom lip, I parted them slightly to allow him access, and gently he tasted me, massaging my tongue with his. A groan escaped somewhere within me, almost guttural sounding, and I found myself responding to his touch, running my fingers along his body, and into his hair.
Suddenly things were moving fast, his hand was under my camisole and my bra clasp was undone in a heartbeat. His hand caressed my bottom over my jeans, and moved slowly up to the bottom of my right breast before he broke our kiss again to look down at me, staring into my eyes as he slid his fingers along the bottom curve of one breast and then the other. I looked down at his hand and felt myself responding, as his hand glided slowly up to my nipple. I let my eyes slip shut; never had I experienced someone touching me this way, I wanted to drink it all in. I began to press my breasts harder against his palm. Groaning again he moved beside me and I felt him pressing against my thigh, before fully forming the thought, my hand reached down, and I swept my hand up the length of his hardness, then up over his belly to rest on his heart. I looked up into his eyes and saw something spark and he instantly broke away from me and got off the bed.
I sat up on my elbows, confused, but more disappointed than anything. I gazed at him, his burning eyes, balled fists, and clenching jaw, he was the picture of discomfort.
“What’d I do wrong?” I asked him.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me. You should go. I’m really sorry about that, I should have moved slower.”
I looked at the clock, I didn’t have to be to work for another thirty minutes, but I decided to use it as an excuse anyway.
“Yes I need to get to work anyway.” I stood up and fixed myself … Unexpectedly I felt tears prick my eyes.
Aden placed his hand on my arm and pulled me to him. “Please. Don’t think this is you. It’s not you it’s me. I’m sorry I moved so fast.” He tucked invisible hair behind my ear and gazed down at me “This just isn’t how I imagined this moment with you to be. Will you come back tonight?”
“Yes.” I wanted to say I don’t know… or maybe…or even no. But I couldn’t. Not drawn to him the way I was, the way I always had been. With that I made my way to the door, Aden followed, closing the door softly behind me. I stood on the porch for a moment, smelling the rain that was held in the clouds to fall later. I thought I heard a door slam shut, but bounded down the stairs too quick to really be able to tell what the sound was.
***
I went back later that night, and we sat on the bed, we talked and talked, like usual. But this time it was different, we were laying on the bed together, listening to music, side by side. I had dreamed of this moment many times in the last year. As the beautiful acoustic sounds drifted around us, my eyes grew heavy and closed for just a moment to rest after my long day. Aden’s soft voice came to me out of the darkness, and his chin rested on my head as I leaned against his chest.
“Do you think people can change something that’s in their core? In their nature?” He whispered. I opened my eyes and looked up into his eyes, seeing only genuine interest.
“I guess. I think so… my dad overcame his past, and made a good life for him, and us.” I sat up and looked down at him on the bed, “What do you mean?” I crossed my legs under me and pulled a blanket around my shoulders as I leaned back against the bed posts at the foot of his bed.
“You can tell me anything, you know that.” I coaxed.
He took a deep breath, and took one of my feet into his hands, dragging his thumbs along the sole before he began.
“Earlier today when I reacted the way I did. It really wasn’t you. I told you I’d go slow, and I didn’t. It made me feel angry with myself, as if I’d lost control or something. It’s strange, I’ve never felt this way before, not with other girls I’ve been with. I want you so much, I forget that you aren’t…” He signed in exasperation.
“I’m sorry.” I said, cutting him off, too embarrassed to let him continue.
“Don’t be sorry. I just wasn’t prepared for it.” His hands slid up my arms and down my sides to my hips where he rested them, and used his thumbs to knead circles into my hip bones. It created a lovely sensation in my womb, and almost immediately I felt a rush of heat between my legs. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, resting my forehead against his clavicle.
“I want you touch me like that again.” He whispered.
Slowly, without moving my head from his chest, I took my hand from his knee and slid it up his thigh, pausing for a moment and enjoying the feel of his hardness against his leg. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes; they were burning, and ignited a fire inside me. I wanted him, and I didn’t care if it was so fast. I’d known him for years, I trusted him. I rose up onto my knees, and he followed, quickly I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders as he grabbed my knees and pulled me closer to him, until the entire front of my body was against his, my legs draped over the pillows resting behind him. Warm and soft, skin to skin, he was silky and hard at the same time. A small moan betrayed my state of excitement as Aden lifted my shirt over my head and reached for my jeans, I leaned back and let him take them off completely, straightening my legs, toes pointed to the ceiling. After tossing my jeans to the floor, Aden rubbed his nose against the backs of my knees before kissing each one and lowering my legs, placing his hands around my feet.
I suddenly sobered at the sight of my near nakedness, now just in my camisole and panties, I gazed at him as he slipped my socks from my feet, exposing blue toenails, I grimaced when I noticed some lint between my toes, and giggled as he plucked it out and grinned up at me, holding my foot in his big hands. Slowly he brought my foot to his face, and my eyes widened in horror at the thought of being on them for 6 hours at work.
Placing his nose against the sole of my foot and closing his eyes, he inhaled. I felt the cool air being pulled against my flesh as he inhaled the scent of me, and then placed a small kiss on the pad of my big toe, lightly biting it. It sent a shock directly to my groin; I bit my lip and noticed that at some point Aden had stripped down to his boxer briefs without my noticing. I was mesmerized by the sight of his erection pressing against the fabric, begging to be freed and in a bold move, mostly in response to him begging me to touch him, I did.
Letting my fingers slip lightly across the soft fabric and his hardness, I searched his eyes for any sign th
at I should stop, and when I found none I continued, allowing my curiosity to be satisfied. More confident in myself I added pressure as I began to rub up and down the length of him, he leaned back against his head board and watched me. I chewed on my lower lip, looking up at his eyes, now closed, and slipped the fingertips of my other hand just into the edge of the waistband of his briefs. I felt his pulse, throbbing along a vein on his low abdomen, and I longed to trace it and find where it would lead me. My hair cascaded down the right side of my face and lightly swished on Aden’s belly as I was working up the courage to peel away his boxers. I slid my hand along his erection, over his briefs, my fingers exploring, teasing.
There was a brief knock on the door before it was flung open suddenly, I yanked my hand away from Aden’s crotch and Alex stared at me wide eyed for a moment in shock. I felt blood immediately flooding my cheeks as the door was slammed closed, and laughter burst out on the other side.
“Food is here you guys. Sorry!” Alex called.
“Oh my God!” I cried, laughing with Aden and covering my burning cheeks with my hands.
“You hungry?” He asked, eyes gleaming.
“Not for food.” I replied smoothly, proud that I thought to say it so fast and so boldly, and his eyes danced, making me more confident. I leaned forward on all fours and kissed him on his soft lips, then his jaw, and collar bone. I glanced up at him, seeing his eyes burning into mine lit a fire between my legs like never before, it was almost a painful ache. My mind was racing with fear, and some doubt in my ability, but more than anything excitement as I reached for his waistband once again.
I pulled gently, and he lifted his hips slightly from the bed. I watched as my hands slid the material down to reveal rippled muscles that formed into a scrumptious V shape. When the base of his penis, and that glorious vein made their appearance, gliding down his thick shaft under soft supple skin, I leaned down to plant a kiss just above the base of his delicious sex. He peeled my camisole over my head and grasped the back of my bra; I froze, unsure if I wanted that part removed or not, I was well aware that men loved large breasts, but no one had ever seen me naked before.
“Is this ok?” He asked cautiously, running his big hand along my back. After thinking for a second I sat back against my heels.
Slowly, never taking my eyes from his, I reached behind my back and unclasped the hooks, letting the cups fall down before me. After a beat, Aden pressed his lips together, and let his eyes fall to my breasts before moving forward to kiss my neck, taking them into his big hands and caressing them until both nipples were aching. Remembering my purpose, I let my hand fall and grasp him, feeling the thickness in my palm as I slid the soft skin up and down the length of him. I couldn’t wrap my hand completely around him, and feeling his girth rippling underneath the soft skin as I slid it up and down his shaft with one hand, sparked my curiosity. I had to see what I was doing. Aden seemed to read my mind and leaned back quickly after breaking our kiss to give me all the space I needed, keeping one hand behind my ear and playing with my hair. Fascinated by the feel of him I studied every inch of hardness as I slid the skin down and up, exposing his soft glistening head and then slightly covering it. Moving slowly and making sure I saw no protest or uncertainty in Aden’s eyes I took the tip of him into my mouth, moving the skin up and down and swirled my tongue around his head. When I heard his sharp intake of breath I sat up immediately, worried I’d scraped him with my teeth.
“No?” I asked him.
“No, you’re fine. Keep going if you want to.” He winked.
Grinning, I leaned over once again and, continuing my exploration of his body, took the tip of him into my mouth again. I pressed my tongue into his head, testing the texture, exploring his shape and every groove and crevice. Aden leaned forward slightly, his arm over my head as he slid his hand down my neck to the back of my shoulders, and down along my waist to my butt, caressing there for a moment before sliding his hand back up and falling against the head of the bed, letting out a soft sound of pleasure as I continued to swirl my tongue around him and move his skin slowly up and down.
“Amber that is so amazing I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”
I let go of him and settled more between his legs, placing my hands on his hips and only using my mouth.
“Don’t hold back then, it’s ok.” I said.
I placed a soft kiss on the tip of his penis before taking him deep into my mouth again. His reaction to my words flooded beneath my hand, adding to his hardness and fanned my own flame and desire, but before I could act on it he took my hands and lifted me up. He pulled off his briefs the rest of the way, and slid off the bed, swinging my legs along with him, and tugging my ankles until I was on the edge of his bed. His hands held my hips as he leaned between my legs and placed a firm kiss below my belly button, slipping his fingers into the crotch of my panties. He tugged them away from me, and slid his fingers along them a couple of times before slipping his fingers into the waistband. He placed another firm kiss on my pubic bone as he peeled my panties down, making me jump and gasp in surprise.
“Lean back.” He said urgently.
I did as I was told. Aden continued to pull my underwear away, along my thighs and over my knees, then discarded them. His hands slid up my thighs from my knees, his thumbs brushed against me, and as if in their own little response I felt my lips separate and reveal my wetness. Horrified, but intoxicated I groaned and put my arms over my face, I was craving every touch, I wanted to beg for it, I wanted to squirm on the floor and let him take every inch of me.
“Oh my God.” Aden groaned before I felt his lips kissing me again. His tongue claiming me as he flicked one of my yearning lips and then the other, I nearly jumped out of my skin. His strong hands held my hips to the bed and I groaned loudly as his tongue began its own exploration of my most intimate details. His thumbs circled my hip bones as his tongue circled my clitoris and soon I was grasping the sheets and trying to be quiet, not realizing how loud I was being until I felt Aden’s hand moving toward my exposed sex and I stopped moaning. I felt his light timid touch on my inner thighs, felt his fingers trail down and press one finger, slightly inside me. I arched my back against him, desperately wanting to scream for more. I had no idea how to handle what I was feeling.
“Amber, are you a virgin?” He asked me softly, kissing my thigh and working his finger slowly inside of me.
“Yes, is that bad? “ I wanted to beg him not to stop.
“No, I just wondered.” He leaned down and I felt relief wash over me with the warmth of his tongue once again. Aden slipped a second finger inside me, and pressed a little deeper this time, creating a whole new sensation rippling and vibrating through all of my nerve endings. My breathing became faster and my heart began to drum against my ribs, I felt deep throbbing and I tried to protest.
“Wait.” I groggily stated, my body was burning, my muscles flexing deep inside me.
“It’s ok baby let go. I want you to” He said, dragging his fingers against my front wall with more pressure, his tongue rolling along my clit and his finger stroking me inside. He created sensational waves of pleasure all over, goose bumps raised on my skin and I felt my toes curling and clenching the board beneath them. I dug a hand into my hair as fire seared and blossomed inside me, creating deliciously strong, vibrant clenches deep inside of me. I cried out in sheer ecstasy as I felt my release rocket through me, unexpectedly, only to be cut short by a strange warmth between my legs, it felt like liquid. Terrified and unsure of what happened my eyes snapped open to find Aden looking down at the floor and his hand. A clear liquid glittered on his chest. Did I pee?
“Oh my God.” He whispered, looking from his hand to the floor and back.
Wide eyed and panicked I tried to speak but couldn’t form words in my terror.
“You can squirt?” He asked incredulously.
“What?” I panted, frantically trying to understand.
“Oh my God.” Standing up qui
ckly Aden pulled my legs to each side of his hips, I gazed at him through my fog of desire as he slid the soft head of his penis along my sensitive flesh, nudging and tormenting me. “I want you so bad Amber, I want to be inside you.”
“I do too.” I groaned, running my hands along his torso as he probed a little more. I felt the resistance, and tried to open my legs more, and when he added a fraction more pressure, it was uncomfortable, I squirmed a little beneath him.
“Are you sure?” he asked me, lightly stroking me with his thumb.
“Yes.” I smiled up at him, standing between my legs, watching as he began to slide himself around on me again.
When he pushed inside me, I felt the terrible resistance, but before I had time to think about it anymore, the pressure built and snapped. It was like a cannon being fired into my abdomen and I jumped at the pain, the breath sucked from my lungs. Aden held still for a few moments, running his soft fingers along my inner thighs and dragging them down to my hips, until I began to move under him. He moved slowly, but I wanted more, I needed more, and before long I was clawing at his hips urging him to move within me. As he answered my silent pleas the discomfort didn’t lessen, but the feeling was still increasingly pleasurable. My breath began to come faster, and my heart began to beat harder as I felt heat building inside of me again. Aden leaned over me to put his hand over my chest and grip my shoulder with one hand, the other planted firmly on my left hip. I felt myself coming again, and I let out a small cry before feeling Aden twitch inside me, and collapse over me.
“I love you so much Amber.” He told me, looking into my eyes. “I’m sorry it took me this long to realize it.”
***
“Hey, we’re landed.” Baldy’s voice pulled me out of my memories. My Tylenol PM hadn’t worn off yet, and I was still quite groggy.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I muttered as I stood, rubbing my eyes, and wearily gathered up my things. As I made my way to baggage claim a sense of relief washed over me. It was raining, I loved the smell of rain in Seattle, and it welcomed me as I stepped outside to meet my best friend Christie. We chatted the whole way back to her grandmothers who we are both renting the downstairs from. By the time we get back it’s late, so we have sandwiches, and visit with her grandmother for about a half hour before going to bed.