Shira began to pace. She couldn’t believe it was happening again with Aaron. She had been so sure of him, of them, just a short while ago. Hell, she hadn’t even cared and even understood why he hadn’t told her about his true occupation. But now he couldn’t do the same for her? He was going to react like every other guy?
They never bothered to check what she wrote, they just got upset that she wrote about them at all. The least someone could afford her was the courtesy of getting mad about something she actually did. Not some imagined offense. Fuck it. If he wanted to leave, fine.
She crossed her arms over her chest and faced him. She knew it was a defensive pose, but she was feeling damn defensive. He wasn’t looking at her, though. He was looking down at his hands, which were still in the position she had left them when she pulled away. It made it look like he ‘d been holding something precious that had slipped through his fingers.
She was right here. He didn’t have to let her go.
He finally looked up and spoke, his expression closed off. “I don’t want to leave. Will you tell me your blog name so I can read it for myself?”
Holy shit. He actually did want to do his research. She fought to keep her hope tempered, because there was every likelihood that this still ended badly for her. “Yes. It’s called Bold Bitch Guide for Dating and Defense.”
He quirked an eyebrow at the name and smirked even as he entered it on his phone. “I thought it was a bad thing to call a woman a bitch.”
“Guys should never use it without permission, but women have reclaimed the word and affectionately use it with each other.”
“Noted.”
As she watched him search for her site, she began pacing again. What else was she going to do? Oh wait. That’s right. Wine. She was going to do wine.
She went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses. She poured a helping of her latest Wine-of-the-Month bottle of pinot noir into each, and came back, putting one on the coffee table near Aaron and nursing her own as she continued pacing. How long could it take to read about seven dates? Well, eight, if you counted The Frisky Bean. So perhaps this was their ninth date?
For some reason an image of a fully lit hanukkiah flashed through her mind. It was warm and full of light. An indication of miracles. She wasn’t sure why that popped into her head, but she did know she was hoping for a miracle. She didn’t want things to end for them. She also loved what she did and would not apologize for it.
She paused to take a sip of wine and stared out one of her windows into the night. He must have moved quite silently, because even as she realized she was staring at his reflection behind hers, she felt his arms close around her, his chin resting gently over her shoulder, bringing him cheek to cheek with her. She held her breath, air a commodity she wasn’t trading in at the moment.
“You are an amazing writer. I admit, I had a lot of concerns when I began to read, but, I have to say, I fell for you, for us, all over again reading your words.” She felt more than saw his smirk, with the bunching of his cheek next to hers. “And you gave our app quite the review. We wondered why there was an uptick in sales at the end of last week. Thank you.”
She relaxed back into his body, and the cold that only the wine had kept at bay was banished in the heat radiating off of him, body and spirit. “You’re welcome. Are…Are we good?”
“Honey, we are more than good. We are great.”
She closed her eyes with relief and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of him all around her. She reached her hand out, placing her glass on the nearby bookshelf before spinning in his arms to face him. She fought the tears that threatened to overflow. So much emotion and tension and anxiety and relief left her feeling a bit unbalanced. She’d started the night wanting to have sex with her hot boyfriend. Casual fun.
Now, after all they revealed and accepted about each other and the emotional connection they formed, she wanted to create an intimate physical bond. All her defenses were down and her soul called out to his.
His responded.
She felt the link in her very bones.
Their mouths met in the middle of the sweetest kiss they had ever shared. Unlike the blazes and bonfires of before, this was a slow burn, like a match prepared to set a candle ablaze. The kiss deepened and morphed by slow, deliberate degrees. Shira was a total goner. She knew it. And while she wasn’t ready to say it, she was oh so ready to show it.
To feel it.
To feel him.
To feel them.
Aaron swooped her up into his arms and started toward the back of her place, where he must have assumed her bedroom was. He was right, of course, because there really was nowhere else to go, but she said, “Wait!”
Concern flashed through his eyes, “If you aren’t ready for this—”
“No! I am!” She may have said that a little too enthusiastically, but whatever. She was. “I just need to grab the condoms from my purse.”
A sexy grin came over his face, and he said, “Why don’t we start with the two I stuffed into my wallet since that’s already on me?”
She couldn’t help but smile back. “Two sounds like a good beginning.”
“How many times do you plan to take advantage of me exactly?”
She cupped his cheek with one hand and wrapped the other around the back of his neck, leaning up to whisper in his ear, “As many as I can.”
He gave a mock-suffering sigh, but she felt a shiver as it ran down his spine, as he crossed the threshold into her bedroom.
“Be gentle with me.” he joked.
“We’ll see.”
“Evil vixen. I bet you even ate poor, well-hung Aaron’s pecker off. Didn’t you?”
She gasped and then laughed even as he dumped her—not placed, but dumped her—on her bed. “Of course I did!”
Aaron ran a hand down the length of her leg, from the hem of her dress to her foot, causing every nerve to come to attention. He lifted her foot to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her ankle. Then, he slowly removed that strappy sandal and dropped it to the floor. He continued nuzzling the inside of that leg a little while longer, but eventually lifted the other leg to do the same.
She was left to watch him and feel him and moan. Every scrape of his chin against the sensitive skin of her inner calf made her breath hitch. She was so focused on the sensations he was evoking, she hadn’t even realized she’d left her first foot on top of his shoulder. She wasn’t aware until he had both of her legs propped up and began to lean forward, pushing her knees up towards her chest. What was he doing? He wasn’t going to…oh…he was.
Aaron skimmed his face along the inside of her knees, against her thighs, inching her knees ever closer to her chest. He opened her in such a way that the hem of her skirt posed no protection from his hungry eyes on her black, lace-clad pussy. Wet lace-clad pussy. And getting wetter by the eye full.
As his face got within an inch of said soaked lace, he inhaled. “I can tell how turned on you are by this musk alone. So fucking hot.” He pushed his face into the lace, kissing her through it.
“Aaron.” His name came out a plea because she needed him to touch her. She reached her hand down and ran her fingers into his hair, delighting in the silky softness of it. “Please lick me. I want your mouth on me.”
“Your wish is…something I’ll be doing soon.”
“What happened to ‘my command?’” She gasped as he rubbed his nose along her clit, through the lace, which gave the caress a slight rough, scraping sensation.
“Right now, I command.”
Fuck yeah. Her heart rate sped up even more.
She whimpered at the cold rush of air as he finally moved her underwear to the side and blew. She barely had time to register her sudden transition from warm to cold before she moved on to hot because his lips and tongue began caressing and sucking her pussy lips and clit. She arched up on a moan of pure pleasure as he settled in and began to feast.
This was not going to take long. She wasn’t usually this quick to orgasm, but with how hot he had made her every night they’d gone out, she’d been edging for two weeks, refusing to take care of it by herself.
She usually did. That’s why Magic Wands were invented after all. But something made her want to wait. Something instinctual told her that since he generated the lust, he should be the one to address it. On top of that, she knew it would be that much better if she waited. And damn, it was.
Before long, her insides coiling tighter and tighter, she was prepared to explode in spasms. When she got oh-so-close, he placed two fingers inside her opening with a gentle but firm thrust. Then he curled them, hitting her G-spot even as he sucked her clitoris. The pleasure arched her straight off the bed, gasping, “Aaron!” as she shook and came.
Aaron loved her responsiveness and her taste. Shira was simply exquisite. He gave her a moment to relax as he leaned back and began to yank his clothes off. He was ready for some skin-to-skin contact. He made sure to place the condoms on the nightstand before throwing his pants into the pile of clothes he’d made.
He felt—before he saw—her eyes on him. It felt like an actual caress running down his abdomen and straight to his engorged and bouncing cock. His cock that was so ready… Even now the tip was wet with precum. He was about to sit Shira up so he could pull her dress from her, when she flipped to her stomach, facing him, and took hold of his penis at the root. All he could do was helplessly groan as he watched her tongue dart to lick that precum from him. He was about to tell her to save the oral for another time, but he was too late.
Her mouth engulfed the head of his cock in warm heat, and it was all he could do not to thrust farther in. The pleasure her mouth gave him was intense, especially with her taste still tripping along his tongue.
But he was not going to come in her mouth. Not now. He had other plans and they involved him, a condom, and lots and lots of thrusting. Toward that goal, he threaded his fingers into her hair and held her immobile, pulled his dick away. She looked about to protest, but he didn’t give her the chance. Instead, he pulled her to her knees, stripped her bare, and finally stared at the gorgeous body he’d been dreaming about for two weeks.
“If you plan to just watch, I’ll go ahead and get started.” She lay back, wrapping her hands around her full breasts. She squeezed and rubbed and pinched and he was torn, because the view really was that good, but that would have to wait for another day as well. He wanted her too badly to wait.
Aaron stretched out beside her. Accepting her breasts in sacrifice, he leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, grasping the other with her hand trapped between his fingers. He sucked and he squeezed and he gently scraped teeth and nails over her pert nipples. He came up for air and then kissed her mouth so hard and thoroughly that she practically purred when he pulled away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she huskily asked.
He reached for the nightstand, for the condom, and came back triumphantly brandishing it. He waggled his eyebrows.
“You goofball!” she joked.
“I don’t know about a goofball, but I definitely want to get my balls involved.”
She grabbed the condom from him. “Turn over.”
He laid back as Shira opened and positioned the condom, pinching the tip while rolling the rest onto his very hard shaft.
Once the condom was on, he couldn’t remain passive. He pushed her to her back once again and kissed her, invading her mouth even as his dick slowly glided into her opening. She raised her legs against his hips and her wetness drove him smoothly into her snug warmth. She moaned directly into his mouth, and he swallowed it up like a prize.
This was the connection he’d known they both needed, so he stayed still, fully seated inside her, allowing them both to experience it. To enjoy his fullness engulfed by her softness. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you.”
Being inside Shira was like coming home. It was where he wanted to return anytime. Every time. But his cock had been patient enough the last couple of weeks. He needed to move. He looked Shira directly in her eyes as his hips shifted and began a slow, easy rhythm.
They were both so, so ready. His thrusts grew faster and deeper until he drove her to the edge again. He leaned back and drew one of her hands to his mouth sucking her fingers. Getting them nice and wet. “Show me how you like it.”
It was obvious she understood him, because without hesitation, she reached between them and began to rub her clit, swiping back and forth. He watched for a minute, noting she preferred a side-to-side motion instead a more circular one, and then resumed his thrusts harder and deeper still. Her face was completely flushed, her body damp from sweat, and she had never looked more beautiful. He felt her spasms around his cock as she arched and called out his name and his control abandoned ship. Aaron lost himself in sensation, and finding his own climax soon after. As he was coming down, he held her close. They were both breathing heavily, and he closed his eyes in gratitude that neither of their confessions had ruined what they’d found.
Saturday
Shira: I’m banging your boss, bitch. Epic-ly so. Think you have time for a phone call now?
Shira’s phone rang.