by Folsom, Rene
He grabbed both of my hands and pressed them to his mouth, smothering my fingers with kisses.
“You could never be a burden, Angel. And you are all of those things…” he trailed off as he gently turned his chair toward me and scooted so we were close, my legs fitting perfectly between his.
After he was positioned, still holding both of my hands to his mouth, he continued, “Special, because there is only one person who can capture my heart like you have. Cherished, because I know each day with you is a blessing and I would be a fool not to treat you like the fragile jewel that you are. Loved…” he stopped, closed his eyes, and brought my clasped hands to his forehead while he looked down at his lap.
Oh, God… either he was just about to say it, or he couldn’t. I didn’t know which one made me more nervous.
“Aiden, I…”
“I know,” he interrupted, looking at me with his eyes sparkling. “I know it hasn’t been long enough to say those words and I know I’m probably going to scare you away. But you do something to me. I’ve never felt with anyone the way I feel with you.”
Feeling the need to distance myself, I pulled my hands out of his grasp and brought them to my mouth in an attempt to hide my astonishment at his declaration. I didn’t need to distance myself because I didn’t feel the same. I just didn’t understand how someone so amazing could love someone like me.
He just looked at me with pleading in his eyes. Did he want me to say something? I had already felt the words bubbling up, but figured I was just too emotional to process everything.
I moved my hands away from my mouth slightly in an attempt to say something, but all that came out was a little, breathy squeak.
“Shh, Julia. I don’t need you to reciprocate. I could understand completely if you don’t feel the same for me yet. I just felt like I had to tell you how I feel. I had to get it out,” he explained with pure vulnerability.
A single tear slipped down my face and I finally found my voice. Well, sort of.
“Oh, Aiden… it’s not that. I’ve already had these feelings building inside me, but figured it was my emotional wreckage that brought me to feel so strongly, so I held back. What I’m struggling with is how someone as amazing as you could ever love someone like me.”
“Shit, Julia. Do you not realize what an exquisite person you are? I feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world to have the attention of someone as brilliant and incredible as you,” he said as he pulled me to his lap and held me.
I sat up straight, slung my arms around his neck, and kissed him, deeply and passionately, like we were the only two people on earth.
Finally, I pulled away and admitted my feelings for him. “I feel the same for you too, Aiden.”
And with my confession, he devoured my mouth and grumbled in approval as my tongue licked at his delicious lips.
Chapter 37
“I felt so powerful knowing I was the one to put fire in his veins.”
“Julia, we have to go. Now,” he said sternly. I knew it was because he was losing control and I didn’t blame him. I wanted to climb him like a tree at this moment, regardless of who was watching.
He quickly took out his wallet and slapped a fifty onto the table, even though the check was less than twenty.
As he stood and grabbed my hand, I exclaimed, “Aiden, that’s way too much.”
“I don’t care. I won’t be patient enough to wait for change. The tip will make her day,” he said with a smile as he pulled me toward the car.
As soon as we both got in, Aiden leaned over the center console and consumed my lips, causing me to gasp for air. He grabbed each side of my head and pressed his lips harshly on mine. His kiss was demanding; his tongue coaxed me to open for him and invite him in.
I moaned into his mouth, hardly able to contain my desire to climb on his lap right then.
“Ahh, Aiden. I need…”
“I know, love. Me too. And I know just the perfect spot,” he said as he separated our lips and started the car.
He quickly sped away, causing the fallen blooms from the trees to kick up in our wake. Within minutes, we pulled up to a secluded meadow. I was surprised he even brought his little car that far back into the brush.
As I sat there, unable to anticipate what he was planning to do with me, he came around and swiftly hauled me out of my seat, picking me up like he did this morning and carrying me to the hood of his car.
Laying me down flat on the hood, he quickly lifted my shirt and began tickling my stomach and ribs with his scruffy beard. I liked it when he didn’t shave for a few days. It was so sexy.
He quickly lifted my shirt further and pulled down one of my bra cups, causing my breast to spill over and my nipple to land perfectly in his mouth.
I cried out at his sudden inhalation of my nipple. I felt the vibration of his approval as he moaned around my sensitive bud.
“Aiden, can anyone hear or see us?” I asked, wondering just how vocal I was allowed to get.
He pulled away from my nipple and started pulling my other breast out as he answered, “No, my love. It’s just you and me.”
“Oh, God,” I called out as he nibbled at my other breast. Damn, he was good at that.
With fumbling fingers, I quickly undid the button and fly of his jeans. Reaching in, I grabbed a handful of hard man and heard him suck in his breath as my hands closed around his cock.
Hot Stone. His name had new meaning as his rock-hard erection pulsed in my hand. Oh, man. I wanted him inside me, so badly.
Tracing the delicate top of his head, I could feel the slick dew as I circled my thumb around and suddenly felt possessed to taste him.
No longer able to hold back, I brought both my hands to his chest and pushed until he got the hint and stood up. I slid my ass down the front nose of his car and positioned myself so I could lean on the bumper.
Quickly, before he had a chance to process what I wanted, I pulled his cock free and fisted it while licking up the shaft from the base to the head and rolling the crown around with my tongue.
With two hands gripped along his shaft, his head still peeked out above my fist. He was the perfect size and I accepted the fact that he was specifically made to pleasure me.
A groan rumbled through his chest as my tongue shot out and licked the soft crease around the head. His reaction increasing my confidence, I sucked him firmly into my mouth, taking him entirely.
His thighs tightened, causing a shudder to work through his body and over his rigid abs. The knowledge that I affected him this way made me look up at him and smile, while continuing to roll my lips over his cock.
He had fire in his eyes as he looked down at me with pure excitement and passion.
I tasted him boldly, wanting to devour his essence and everything that made him this potent, powerful male standing before me. It was as if I could taste his strength beneath my tongue—totally male. I enjoyed the smooth texture of his head as it glided between my lips.
“Fuck, Julia. You’re so perfect. Your mouth was meant for me,” he groaned as he fisted my hair and plunged deeper. It was as if he read my mind.
He wasn’t rough like I’d experienced in the past. He was gentle, yet demanding all in the same thrust of his hips. I relaxed my throat to take him deeper, grabbing the backs of his thighs and holding on for dear life as he fucked my mouth.
He continued to thrust forward in long, sensual strokes. I did my best to pay close attention to him with my tongue as he pumped in and out, over and over.
He tangled his fingers into my hair tighter as his thrusts became more urgent and fast. Intensely sucking and swallowing, I clawed at his ass and guided him deeper.
Relaxing my throat completely, I sucked him so deep I could feel the crown touch the back of my throat. Still, I held him deep, swallowing and feeling his pulse in my mouth.
“Goddamn, Julia. I don’t want to come yet,” he rasped desperately.
I looked up at him and smiled as best I could with him
still deep in my mouth, wordlessly accepting his challenge. I eased up my hold on him slowly, letting my lips slide leisurely over his cock on its way out of my mouth.
Just as he calmed slightly, I began again, unrelentingly sucking him so deep, the little, short hairs of his groin met with my nose. As his head touched the back of my throat again, I swallowed, causing him to groan loudly.
“Shit. Ahhh…” he grunted as he threw his head back and arched toward me. He was close. He began to tremble beneath my hands as I vigorously picked up the pace, taking him hard.
“Christ, Jul… Ahh,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come.”
Knowing he was so close, I tightened my grip and worked my hand up and down in unison with my mouth. I felt so powerful knowing I was the one to put fire in his veins.
With a few more hard thrusts, he closed his eyes, threw back his head, and groaned. I felt the first spurt of semen shoot onto my tongue. I continued to suck the hot liquid into my mouth, savoring each drop.
As I took him even deeper, he went hot and rigid before pouring the last of his release into the back of my throat. To keep from gagging, I quickly swallowed, causing another moan to escape his mouth.
He stayed buried in my mouth for a few moments, tenderly stroking my hair and attempting to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled out slowly and cupped my face. He looked down at me with such adoration in his eyes that it made me realize just how far gone I was over this man.
Gradually, he grabbed my arms and gestured for me to stand up. On shaking legs, I stood just in time for him to devour my mouth with the most passionate kiss. It was enough to make my heart skip a few beats and all the air to completely leave my lungs.
Grabbing at his face with my fingers, I realized he still had that delicious stubble.
“Can you keep this?” I asked between breathless kisses, while continuing to paw at his chin and cheeks.
He pulled away slightly and blessed me with a crooked grin. “Keep what? The scruff?”
Quickly nodding, I smiled up at him sweetly and said, “Yeah, I like facial hair. It looks so sexy when it’s trimmed short and I love the way it tickles my skin.”
“Well, hell, since you put it that way. I wouldn’t shave it off even if you begged me to,” he said as he bent to tickle my neck with his whiskers. I just laughed and couldn’t help but think how much I enjoyed spending time with him.
Withdrawing from my neck to look into my eyes, Aiden sighed and said, “I was really hoping to take you on the hood of my car. But your little assault just now is forcing me to be creative.”
“I couldn’t help myself, Aiden. I wanted to taste you,” I sweetly replied, batting my eyes with feigned innocence.
“Damn, Julia. What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” Even though it was a question, he didn’t state it as such.
Standing on my tippy toes, I reached for his lips and said, “I believe that is my line, Mr. Stone.”
For a long while, we leaned on the hood of his little car and made out like teenagers.
I’ve never had a man solely devote his time and efforts to pleasure me. Not only was Aiden attentive and gentle, but he made me feel so special. I was sure it would all end up being some wonderful dream where I would wake up to reality and beg for my dreamland to take me again.
Chapter 38
“Tell me what I want to hear, Julia.”
After about thirty minutes of hot, sweaty, make-out time, Aiden decided it was my turn. He slowly took off each article of my clothing until I stood in front of his car completely naked. He made me feel confident and sexy as his eyes singed every inch of my skin.
“Turn around, hands on the hood, legs apart… and brace yourself,” he said sternly and with warning.
Just his tone of voice had my insides quivering. I was surprised he was even able to go again after I had just made him come less than an hour ago.
I heard him drop his pants and then felt his hands on my ass. He methodically ran his palms up my back until he reached my hair.
Grabbing my hair with his left hand and bracing himself on the hood with his right, Aiden wrenched my head to the side, pressed his body flush against my back, and whispered hoarsely into my ear.
“I plan on taking you hard, fucking you until you scream my name. Tell me what I want to hear, Julia,” he commanded.
I knew just what he wanted.
“Take me, Aiden. I’m yours. Fuck me, please.”
“Fuck, yeah. You’re mine,” he sternly affirmed.
Without letting go of the strong hold he had on my hair, he was on me in an instant, forcefully slamming all the way into me. He didn’t even give my body time to acclimate to the invasion as he mounted me from behind.
With the sudden penetration, I screamed out. Not in pain, but in pure pleasure. Pleasure so great, I thought I would come immediately with the feel of him inside me.
He wasn’t gentle. The rhythm was hard and relentless. Keeping hold of my hair in one hand and holding my shoulder with the other hand, he pounded into me.
Boy was he right when he said I would know when he fucked me. This was pure, animalistic fucking. And I loved it.
I clutched the hood of the car tight as he pistoned in and out, fucking me fast and hard. His rapid, sharp thrusts made loud slapping noises against my ass. I knew I would end up feeling the effects of this hard-core banging later, and the idea made my orgasm strain against my hold on reality.
Gripping both of my shoulders tight, he pushed me further and further toward the edge. The way he held me caused my back to arch, giving him the deepest access.
“Don’t hold back, Juliana. I want you to come all over me,” he demanded through gritted teeth.
The sheer ferocious tone to his voice made my orgasm brim to the surface. This was hot. Potent. Formidable. The fucking of my life.
After a few more minutes and several fiery, wicked thrusts, I couldn’t hold back any longer. As if I had a switch he could turn on, I abruptly detonated all over him, screaming an incoherent version of his name as I convulsed beneath him.
Holding myself up was nearly impossible, causing me to collapse against the hood of the car, my face pressing against the hot metal as he continued pounding against my ass. With his death grip in my hair once again, he kept slamming me hard, making his control over me evident.
He possessively wrapped his arm around my waist as his thrusts increased with urgency and strength. Every single shove caused a new sound to escape my lips. Even though my release had come and gone, each one of his drives felt so damn good and caused synchronized moans to leave my throat.
I could tell he was close, but he still managed to last for several more minutes… or hours… who the fuck could tell time at that point. Just when I thought another orgasm was nearly possible for me, his fingers dug into my skin and his muscles went completely rigid around my body.
“Oh, Fuck. Julia,” he roared as his release flooded me, filling my pussy with his warmth. After a few more thrusts, he suddenly stilled and collapsed onto my back, pressing my body flush against the hood.
We both didn’t move as we panted, attempting to catch our breath. In broad daylight, we laid there on the hood of his car, completely sated. After a few moments, he stood up and quickly grabbed me to help me gain my balance, turning me to face him.
I leaned into his broad chest and nuzzled my face into his muscles, noticing briefly he still wore his soft Hollister tee. I felt something trickle down my leg and managed enough strength to look down. Yeah, we were going to need another shower, for sure. Not only were we both sweaty and sticky, but now I had Aiden-semen dripping down my leg. The situation made me chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” he asked as he kissed the top of my head and held me close.
“Nothing really. I just realized what a mess we are now,” I said honestly, with humor still lacing my tone. “And, my legs are shaking. I’m surprised I have the energy to even stand.”
“That tells me I did my job
well,” he responded with a teasing manner.
I looked up into his eyes and said, “That’s the understatement of the year, Mr. Stone.”
His lips met mine once more before he finally pulled away and pulled up his pants, which were around his ankles the entire time. I knew I couldn’t muster the strength to stand without his strong arms to hold me, so I just leaned my ass on the hood of the car and watched as he gathered my clothes and brought them to me.
Slowly and caringly, he dressed me—first my panties, then my shorts. He didn’t bother handing me my bra as he tugged my tank top over my head. As long as we weren’t going anywhere but his house, I didn’t mind.
After dressing me, he offered me his hands and stood me up. Giving me a peck on the lips and a swat on my ass, he said, “Get in. Let’s go home.”
The word home made a pang of hope tug at my heart. Could I ever envision sharing a home with this man? Obviously it wouldn’t happen for a long while. Even though he wasn’t romantically involved with Tanya, she was still his wife for the next six months, give or take.
With post-coital aftershocks still making my knees quake, I climbed into his little Miata and sighed in relief when my ass hit the seat.
I heard Aiden chuckle from my left, so I looked over at him to see what was so funny.
“Did I wear you out that much, Julia?” he asked as he leaned toward me.
“Hell yeah, you did. I know I’m going to be feeling it all night,” I teased.
“Good. That means you’ll think of me while you’re at work,” he chuckled.
Touching my cheek, he leaned in and kissed me affectionately.
“Such a beautiful Angel,” Aiden whispered against my lips.
“Mmm…” I moaned and smiled. “I love hearing you say that, Aiden. Say it again.”
“You are beautiful, Angel mine.”
And with that affirmation, he consumed my lips in a heated, passionate kiss that sent a whole new thrill through my body. He took all my breath away, but I didn’t dare break the hold we had on each other. Instead, I molded my lips to his and placed my hand over his heart, hoping he would know just how much I felt for him in this moment.
