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“Jesus, you’re sexy…” he murmured. “Never insinuate otherwise in front of me again or I’ll take you over my knee and spank you.”
She gasped. The thought of his palm on her butt made her squeeze her knees tighter. How irrational was that?
“Mmm.” He made the noncommittal noise loud enough to make her wonder what he was thinking. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her torso with a hand on both sides of her head, hovering over her. “Lower your knees and spread your legs for me.”
She was shaking as she did so, sucking in a breath at how exposed it made her feel. Apparently she didn’t spread them wide enough, however, because Aaron nudged them wider with his knee and then settled both knees between her thighs.
“Take a breath, baby.”
She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath, and she inhaled sharply and blew it back out.
He smiled. “Good girl. I’ll remind you to breathe. Don’t worry.”
Would she need him to do that? What a strange thing to say. Was he expecting her to get so lost in this experience that she didn’t remember to breathe?
Aaron tipped his head down as if looking at his own thighs. He was still on his hands and knees, and when he lifted his gaze, he spoke. “Look at my cock, baby.”
She gulped, lowering her gaze to the tent of his boxers.
“See that bulge?”
“Yes.”
“That’s how hot I am for you and have been for hours, so don’t doubt that again either.”
“’Kay.”
“I think I’d like it if you addressed me as Sir.”
She shivered, goose bumps racing over her skin. Holy shit this was good.
He lifted a brow.
She somehow managed to speak. “Yes, Sir.” Another shiver. Those words sucked her into his world. His amazing world. A world she’d read about and wondered about but had never had the guts to experience.
He lowered his butt to his heels and then set his fingertips on the outsides of her breasts.
She moaned, arching her chest higher. Every cell in her body pleaded for contact with her nipples.
He’d asked her not to mention her stupid fiancé again, and she wouldn’t, but it was impossible not to mentally take note of the fact that never once in the two years she’d been with him had Montgomery made her body come alive like this.
She knew one thing for certain. Even if Aaron stopped right now and left her hanging, she’d made the right decision. Faith had been right. No one should marry a man who didn’t set her body on fire. There hadn’t even been a spark. And, she noted before shoving him out of her mind, he hadn’t even gotten hard for her.
“Hope… Eyes on mine now,” he said, dragging her back to the present and the hotel room and the man above her dancing his fingertips around the swell of her breasts. He smiled when she met his gaze. “There she is.”
Her mouth was dry, but her brain wouldn’t fire messages to her tongue to lick her lips. All she knew was the wetness pooling between her spread legs and the ache in her nipples. “Please…” she pleaded.
He removed his hands immediately and waited for her eyes to find his again. “If you were mine, I would spank you for every time you used that word.”
She gulped.
“Right now, I want you to refrain from speaking unless I ask you a question. If you can’t do that, I’ll stop touching you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked.
“Good girl.” He cupped her breasts with both hands, weighing them.
She flushed and turned her head to one side, knowing they were small, not what he was probably used to.
“Eyes back on me,” he demanded. “And wipe that thought out of your head. Your tits are perfect.”
How the hell had he known was she was thinking? A renewed heat covered her cheeks.
He smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
He’d been guessing. Damn him.
When his thumbs stroked over her nipples, she moaned, her eyes rolling back.
“My God, Hope. You’re a firecracker.”
She ignored him, concentrating instead on her nipples and the way they stiffened with every stroke of his fingers through the lace.
His hands disappeared a moment later, landing on both sides of her face as he leaned over her. He stroked her cheek with a thumb. “You okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Way beyond okay.
“I’d like to kiss you if you don’t mind.”
He was asking permission? “Yes, Sir.”
“And then I’m going to trail my lips down your body and taste every inch of you until you scream.”
She stopped breathing. Her pussy clenched at the idea. All she could do was give him a single nod.
And then his lips were on hers. Soft and hungry at the same time. His tongue reached out to demand entrance. He tipped his head to one side as he consumed her.
She met him, her tongue tangling with his, tasting him, learning what he liked, committing this kiss to memory in case it was the only one she ever got. He continued, frantically, urgent, as if his life depended on this kiss.
She knew hers did. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but her wrists yanked tight when she tried to lift them, forgetting about the tie. She moaned into his mouth and gripped the rungs of the headboard instead.
When he finally broke the kiss, he was breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were glazed with lust. “Jesus…” he whispered. And then he kissed a path down her neck and between her breasts.
When he reached the thin silk ribbon that held the two sides of her sheer top together, he tugged it with his teeth, making it fall apart.
She bit her lower lip hard as soon as her breasts were exposed to the air. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been able to clearly see them through the thin lace, but the new level of exposure made her nipples pucker further.
She gasped when he flicked his tongue over first one and then the other. “Sexiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he murmured before he suckled one into his mouth.
She writhed under the glorious assault, lifting her pussy off the bed even though there was nothing to make contact with.
He didn’t let up, though. Instead, he continued to suck her breast, his tongue flicking over the tip rapidly. A flash of desire rushed through her as she imagined him doing that same thing to her clit. Would he?
He released her breast with a pop and switched to the other one before she could catch her breath. The renewed assault made her clench her pussy tight. For the first time in her life, she felt a deep need to have a man inside her. A longing. Her belly fluttered.
Aaron tugged her nipple between his teeth, shocking her before he nibbled a path down her belly. When his tongue rimmed the edge of her thong, she held her breath. Her fingers ached from gripping the headboard, but she would not let go. It was like a lifeline. Without it, she doubted gravity would be able to hold her to Earth.
His tongue dipped under the elastic of her thong, but only enough to tease, and then he scooted farther down the bed, clasped her thighs, and pushed them wider.
The heat of his perusal, even through the narrow fabric of her thong, made her flush. His thumbs stroked the edges of her thong, reminding her how very wet she was. Should that embarrass her?
“You’re soaked for me, baby,” he pointed out, reading her mind again.
She didn’t respond.
He dragged a pointer right down the middle of the silk material that barely covered her mound, making her buck. “So responsive.” His thumb stopped at her clit and pressed against it.
Every remaining brain cell raced to that spot. She drew in a sharp breath and held it.
“Exhale, baby. You have to breathe or you’ll get lightheaded.”
She blew out the air. There was no way she could be any more lightheaded than she was.
“Good girl. Remember to breathe.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want to yank this thong off you
and suck your pussy until you come so hard you can’t think. Is that okay?”
She lifted her head to meet his gaze. Didn’t he realize she would actually kill him if he didn’t do that? “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled, and then, still holding her gaze, he hooked a finger under the elastic of her thong and gave it a hard jerk. The material broke, shocking her at the same time as the cooler air in the room hit her bare pussy. “Breathe,” he repeated.
She let her head drop to the pillow and inhaled.
He seemed to stare at her sex. His fingers danced over the edges before pulling her lower lips apart. He tugged the hood away from her clit next. Just when she thought she might die from his examination, he lowered his mouth and blew across her heated skin.
She moaned.
“Your pussy is so damn smooth,” he murmured as he stroked his fingers over her lower lips. “As if you shaved it just now in the shower.”
She sucked in a breath and bit her lower lip.
He lifted his gaze, his brows drawn together.
Why lie? “I did, Sir.” Her face heated. What an intimate discussion. After just a few hours with Aaron, she was talking to him about things she’d never discussed with anyone, especially not Montgomery. “I…”
“You what?” He cocked his head to one side.
“I did it for you. I might have nicked myself in a few places.” The flush on her cheeks increased, mortifying her. Why did she have to provide so much information?
He stared at her, his fingers stilling on her pussy. “Are you saying you just shaved tonight for the first time?”
She shuddered and turned her head away, suddenly embarrassed. “Yes.”
He groaned and then shocked her by dipping his head and sucking her pussy between his lips.
She would have shot off the bed if he hadn’t been holding her down with a firm grip on her thighs. So much sensation bombarding her, stealing her soul, making her lose track of reality.
She didn’t care. It felt so damn good. For a moment, she wondered if sex was always like this, and then she decided probably not. This was all Aaron. The man she’d had to beg to have sex with her. The only man who’d ever rocked her world like this.
Something niggled in the back of her mind, and she stiffened as she remembered he’d told her he wouldn’t penetrate her, at least not with his cock. It seemed like the world would implode if he stuck to that promise.
She fought to squirm against his lips, but he held her too tight, flicking his tongue over her clit in the manner she’d prayed for. She dug her heels into the mattress as her arousal rose higher by the second.
Just when she thought she would come, he released her clit and thrust his tongue into her pussy.
She screamed, unsure if she was permitted to or not. There was no way she could have stopped herself anyway. The sound filled the room as she came. Hard. Waves of her orgasm making her entire body shake.
A trembling spread from her core to her limbs, her legs shaking badly while Aaron continued to lick her everywhere. When he finally finished, he kissed her clit reverently and eased up her body.
Her vision was blurred, and she couldn’t catch her breath, but she was aware of him staring down at her and brushing damp hair off her face.
“Take another breath, baby.” His words soothed her as his hands reached over her head and released her wrists. He didn’t let her lower them, however. Instead, he massaged her muscles as he slid partly to one side of her. “Take it slow. You were tense and tugging pretty hard. Your arms are going to be sore.”
He held her close as if she were precious. She loved the feel of his chest against hers. Warm. The pressure held her down to earth.
It took her a few minutes to focus on him, and when she finally did, she managed to clasp his shoulders and then thread her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “We didn’t have sex,” she pointed out.
He smiled. “Baby, we definitely had sex. There was even penetration. It just wasn’t with my cock. I told you I wouldn’t do that.” He stroked her hair against the pillow, leaning in close. His lips brushed hers and then he slid his head to one side and whispered in her ear. “You okay?”
Her eyes slid closed and she smiled. “God, yes. That was amazing. I might have actually died if you’d entered me.” She giggled. It felt freeing. In fact, she’d never felt this sated and relaxed. However, she was also aware of her channel gripping in on itself as if it got left out. Which it did.
He toyed with her hair and then his hand slid down to stroke her arm as he lifted his face and propped his chin on his palm. “I wasn’t too hard on you? I didn’t want to freak you out, but vanilla isn’t really one of my strong suits.”
She frowned. “What about that was part of BDSM?”
He leaned closer and kissed her nose. “Did you miss the fact that I tied your arms above your head, asked you to call me Sir, and threatened to spank you?” He nuzzled her neck when he finished speaking.
She sighed. “Right. That. Okay, but I was expecting something far kinkier. You acted like you were so hardcore that I would regret the experience.”
“Mmm.” He kissed her neck. “I can’t get enough of you. You’re delicious.” He licked the spot behind her ear, making her giggle again.
She closed her eyes and inhaled long and slow, savoring this moment. She’d never been naked with a man before. She’d never even rounded second base. Why the hell had she waited so long?
She knew the answer. It had nothing to do with being prudish. It also had nothing to do with anything her mother had told her. In fact, she was pretty sure her mother was under the mistaken belief that she and Montgomery had been intimate.
Nope. She simply hadn’t ever been with the right man at the right time. The guys she’d dated in her life had all been sons of her parents’ friends. Most of them had probably been too scared to touch her. If they knew her mother, they probably feared her wrath.
Suddenly, she felt the strong urge to return the favor. If Aaron wasn’t willing to finish the job with his erection inside her, she at least wanted to explore him and taste him. An odd desire considering she’d never once in her life considered giving a man a blowjob.
Then again, she’d never once had a man go down on her either. Her pheromones were filling the room. She craved more of him, however she could get it.
Chapter 6
Aaron was in so much trouble. He should have known better than to let things escalate this far. It wasn’t even fair to say she hadn’t consummated the deal. Semantics. He now knew her more intimately than any other man alive.
She’d fucking shaved for him. Where had that come from? If she’d never shaved before tonight, then she hadn’t considered doing so for Montgomery. God, she was innocent.
Half of him wanted to pump his fist and hold her so close she could never get away. Half of him was chastising himself for taking so much from her. She would always remember her first time in bed with a man, and though he’d done his best to ensure it was perfect for her, doing so was a double-edged sword.
She’s not yours to keep, he reminded himself. Could she be, though?
No. Of course not. She was a vanilla girl dabbling in a kinky world. Even though she’d enjoyed what he’d shown her, she would never be able to remain in his world. She’d never even been given the opportunity to explore vanilla first.
He should be far angrier with himself, but he just couldn’t muster the energy. He was too busy gloating inwardly over how responsive she’d been. The look in her eyes, until they slid closed. The way her lips parted. The way she bit into the lower one. The way she squirmed and called him Sir and held back her words until she screamed.
My God, she was gorgeous when she came. He would happily give her that experience every day for the rest of his life.
She’s not yours. Ugh.
He hadn’t moved, still holding her close, but suddenly, she extricated herself from his clutches, pushed him onto his back, and leaned over him. She was gri
nning wide, a sparkle of something mischievous in her eye.
Before he could discern what she was up to, her hand landed on his chest and smoothed down until she cupped his cock through his boxers.
He groaned at the touch, wanting nothing more than to have her small fingers wrapped around him. But tonight hadn’t been about him. It had been about her. So, he reluctantly set his hand over hers and pulled her away. “Baby…”
“Let me explore,” she pleaded in a husky voice.
He opened his eyes and searched her face. “You’re not expected to reciprocate, Hope. I did that for you, and your response was worth everything to me.”
She shook her hand free of his and replaced it on his belly, sliding it under the elastic of his boxers before he could stop her. When she reached his dick and wrapped her hand around him, his eyes rolled back. It was impossible to avoid reacting, craving her touch.
“I’m not reciprocating, Aaron. I’m exploring. Because I want to. You said what we did counted as having sex, and I don’t think that’s fair if I don’t even get to investigate a bit myself.” Her hand slid gently up and back down his cock.
He swallowed, knowing he would come in seconds if she kept that up. Giving up the fight, he lifted his hips and dragged his boxers down his thighs. If she wanted to explore, he didn’t have it in him to stop her.
Hope shrugged out of the thin lace of her lingerie that still hung from her shoulders. Now that she was sitting up, it had fallen back into place, partially covering her breasts. He wasn’t sorry when it disappeared.
He trailed a hand up her back as she turned to more fully face his cock, her hand once again gently sliding up and down. “Tell me what you like,” she murmured.
He took a breath and blew it out slowly. “Baby, you can’t really go wrong as long as you don’t sink your teeth into me or get too rough with my balls.”
She scooted farther down his body, her sweet hands touching him everywhere. She trailed a finger up and down his shaft and then reached lower to carefully fondle his scrotum. When she dragged the tip of her finger through the slit in his cock, he moaned.
With one hand still on her lower back, he lifted the other to help her. He set his palm on the back of her hand and wrapped her fingers around his length. He lifted and lowered their combined hands in an erotic dance, demonstrating how much pressure he liked.