“No. There hasn’t been anyone I want to share this with.”
“Well I’m pleased you think you can trust me.”
“I do. Having you at The Pines has been fantastic. It doesn’t hurt that you’re sexy as hell, either.” A swell of tension rises between us. It’s been there, lingering and building like storm clouds on the horizon.
The spark has been smouldering, but now I want the flames to ignite and the storm to play out. The evening has served its purpose, and I’m ready to test how attractive Aiden thinks I really am.
“Can I get you another drink?” Aiden stands and breaks the suspense.
“Do you have any other plans for tonight?”
“No, why?”
“Come.” I take his hand and lead him through to The Opal House and up the stairs. Aiden doesn’t mutter a word and lets me lead the way.
Excitement dances through my veins at the prospects of Aiden behind my bedroom door. The energy hums from our joined hands. Our connection is solid and tangible.
I offer no words or explanation when I reach the door but simply turn the key and guide Aiden into my room.
The lamp in the corner of the room shrouds the room in a warm glow. I don’t want this to be overly romantic. This isn’t about romance. It’s about lust and passion.
Just like outside of my door, Aiden waits for my move. Adrenaline and a sense of satisfaction mix together as I close the gap between us. My hands seek out his chiselled chest, and I run them over his pecs to wrap around his neck. I didn’t need to be concerned with how Aiden would take my advances. Not this time.
The moment my hands pull against his neck, I lean up and kiss him. No soft or slow tonight. My lips open, and I work my tongue against his. Heat consumes us as I let my senses take over. Aiden’s arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer to his body. Fine by me.
We kiss as though we may never lock lips again. As my ferocity grows, Aiden responds in kind, firing us up into a frenzy of lips and tongues and hands. It’s not enough. I fight through the fog of lust that overtakes my mind to find my focus. It’s important I keep some semblance of control with Aiden and that I hint at where I’d like to take him.
I unwrap my hands from around Aiden and take a purposeful step back. The questioning look in his eyes tells me that it’s certainly not what he wants.
“I need to make sure you’re clear. I have every intention of fucking you, but I want to make sure you’re on board before we go any further.”
“Fuck, yes. You don’t need to stop.” He takes a step closer, but I keep our distance. My eyes trail down to his crotch where he makes no attempt to hide the bulge of his erection behind his zip.
“My room. My rules. Understand.”
“Yes, yes.” His body is taught, muscles displayed clearly in his fitted shirt. Time to see how appealing he is out of his clothes.
“Take your shirt off. Leave the jeans.” Aiden’s fingers fly to the buttons of his shirt, and he strips the material from his shoulders. The muscles my hands enjoyed running over are beautifully sculpted and lead down to a trim waist and nicely toned abs. I lick my bottom lip and picture the fun I can have with his body.
Aiden’s hands clench at his side and his legs flinch, his impatience showing. A single look holds him in place. Very good.
I close the gap and repeat my actions from earlier, running my hands across the bare planes of Aiden’s chest. The heat from his skin burns deliciously. This time there won’t be any stopping.
Our lips clash together, and my body plasters against Aiden’s. I usually remain in some form of dress when I play at Solace. I’m inherently vulnerable when I’m naked. My only concern is with how much I can show of my dominant side without freaking him out.
My hands fumble for the hem of my shirt and draw it over my head revealing my black lace bra. Aiden’s eyes shift to my chest, and I let him take his fill. After all, it’s what I did to him.
I reach around and pull the zip of my skirt down and inch it over my hips. It crumples at my feet, and I step out in my stiletto heels.
Aiden stifles a low groan as his eyes trail over me. He drops to his knees and pulls me against his body before covering my stomach and thighs in kisses. I couldn’t have scripted his move more perfectly, and I smile from both the tingle of heat that each kiss delivers and the way Aiden has responded.
“Natasha, you’re fucking killing me.” He trails his kisses to the apex of my thighs, and I let him kiss me through the lacy material. “God, you smell good.” He doesn’t do anything more than kiss. He’s not impatient, and he doesn’t rush. On the flip side, I grow hotter and more impatient by the second.
“Lose the jeans and lie on the bed.” I steal a kiss while he stands, greedy for more of this man.
He takes the direction and nearly trips over his own feet in his rush to remove his trousers. His erection juts out, tenting his boxers, eager for attention. When Aiden’s in position, I stalk toward the bed and crawl over his body. “Stay still. Keep your arms above your head. Keep them there until I say, and then you can do whatever you want with them. Understand?” I stare into his blown pupils, keeping a tight leash on my own desire.
“Yes. No touching,” he grits out.
“Good boy.” A thrill races through my body at his first real command. I straddle his legs and bend down so I can kiss my way to his cock. Part of this is about how well he likes to play. So far, he seems right on board, and he certainly is getting off on it.
My lips plant a path from his left thigh, across his stomach and down to his right. My hair covers his crotch, trailing along his skin. After my first path is complete, I work my way across his abdomen and chest and neck until I take his mouth in a deep and slow kiss.
My own thighs are slick with desire. Aiden may feel this show is all about him, but it is a sexy form of foreplay for me as well. My body vibrates with a need so fierce, I’d forgotten what this level of intensity could feel like.
Letting Aiden free wouldn’t just be an explosion for him. Passionate, unrestrained sex for the first time is a rarity that I plan on taking full enjoyment.
I stretch out on top of Aiden and let my body press against his erection. He growls but keeps his hands to himself. The knowledge is heady and satisfying as hell. I lean over him and drop a tender kiss to his lips.
“You can touch me now,” I whisper.
Strong hands grasp behind my neck and pull me against his mouth. Aiden devours my lips and roams his hands across the flat of my back while his hips press his cock against my stomach. He can’t keep still and can’t hold me in place. I’m just as rampant, smothering him in my body and touch. His hand squeezes my arse and then dips under the lacy material to smooth over the curve. “I want to touch you, Natasha. I want to know if you’re as hot for me as I am for you. Because that tease show you just did has me on the fucking edge of coming in my fucking boxers.”
Good to know Aiden is as affected as I am.
I pull against Aiden’s shoulders and roll us, so I am on my back. I cradle him in the vee of my legs and let him have whatever access to my body he wants. It’s his reward for being so naturally perfect. I know I must keep my feelings in tow.
Aiden leans up on one elbow and moves his body free of my legs. His hand slides under the edge of the lace and brushes down past my clit. I bite down on my bottom lip as his finger rubs over the swollen nub, sending a fury of sparks over my body. He continues to explore and pushes his finger into my pussy.
“Oh, fuck, Natasha. You’re so wet. So hot.” He drops his head and takes several deep breaths while still working my pussy. He’s not tentative and begins finger fucking me in time to his rocking hips. “Tell me how to make you come this fucking second. I need to make you come.”
“Add another finger, curl up and rub, before rubbing my clit.” It wouldn’t take much, and then I’d be able to fuck him until he gave out. The vision is so sexy, and help builds my impending release. Aiden follows my direction, and a rush of
heat engulfs my body as he hits all my spots. “Again,” I moan.
My legs splay wide, and my muscles begin to quiver in need.
“You’re so fucking sexy, it’s unbelievable,” Aiden whispers in my ear as his lips nibble at my neck while his fingers continue to stir my climax.
“Harder!” I shout, as my muscles tense and my breathing races. “Yes! Yes!” My back arches as my orgasm hits and spirals through my body. The beating of my heart echoes in my ears, and my legs turn numb.
I relax, utterly sated from my orgasm, but I can feel Aiden move beside me. “Condom?”
“Side table.” I don’t want to miss this. I force my eyes open and watch as Aiden rips open the foil packet and slips the rubber over his impressive cock. “On your back,” I order.
Aiden spreads out on his back, his glorious cock jutting straight up. I straddle his legs and can’t resist taking hold of his shaft. His head rolls back, and a guttural deep moan is my reward.
“Don’t move.” I quickly shimmy out of my thong and unclasp my bra before sitting over Aiden. I take his cock in hand and guide the head to my entrance before easing down in one slow slide.
Pleasure ripples up my spine at the sensation of being filled. Aiden is well endowed, and I take a few deep breaths to adjust to the incredible stretch.
“God, don’t move for a minute.”
I can feel Aiden’s cock pulse inside of me, desperate to come. “Don’t come yet, but don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time for round two.” I lean forward and capture his lips in my teeth and gently bite down. His eyes flash to mine, and I love the startled, desperate look in them.
I ease back and forth and start a gentle rocking motion before my own body is pushing for more. One of Aiden’s hands squeezes at my hips, anchoring me against him as his other explores further north. My breasts are one of my favourite assets, and I love the attention they get from my partners. He plays with the nipple, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sensitive tip. It’s another jolt of desire to my system that’s already reaching its limit.
My movements grow more exaggerated and purposeful. I don’t want to be gentle. I want to fuck Aiden hard and fast.
“Sit.” I grasp at his shoulders and move my legs around his waist as he rises. I jolt back and forth ensuring he strokes my clit with each thrust. It’s wild and consuming and perfect for tonight. Our bodies shimmer with sweat, the tension at breaking point.
“Natasha,” Aiden grits out. The strain etched on his face. His brow thick with sweat.
“Come.”
“Yes!” Aiden thrusts his hips forward on my next rock. Again, and again. The chords of muscle at his neck thicken with tension as he grunts through his release, pistoning into my core as my climax shimmers to life and sends my limbs shaking. I lean back and expose my swollen clit. He rubs his thumb over the bundle of nerves, and I lean back further, supporting my weight with my arms. My core and the rest of my muscles contract and pulse as my orgasm continues to crash through my body.
I roll to the side, resting my head against Aiden’s chest. “Still with me?”
“Uh huh.” Is his response.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like you just fucked me close to death.”
“Can I take that as a positive?”
“Oh, yeah. Fucking amazing sex.”
“Good. I’m just going to wash up.” I leave Aiden flaked out on the bed and sneak into the tiny en-suite. I close the door and wash up, keen to get back to the man I left behind.
As first attempts go, he was right, it was pretty great sex, but what had me wearing a shy grin, was how well Aiden responded to me and my commands. Granted, it could be more for show, but I didn’t get that impression. Which meant I could continue to introduce him to some of the softer sides of my sex life before I made a judgement on the rest of my secrets to spill.
I can’t think of the last time I had sex with a vanilla partner, but the results are spectacular. I return to Aiden who hasn’t moved an inch.
It was still early, and we had the rest of the night to sleep. Right now, I wanted to play.
Holy hell, what… Where am I?
I slowly come awake, and I’m in a room I don’t recognise. I turn and see a mass of raven hair spilt across the pillow and over my arm. Natasha.
Flashes of the erotic games we played last night sprint to the surface of my memory. I close my eyes and picture her beautiful body, naked and riding my cock like she can’t get enough. My brain does a funny space out thing for a moment before I get it back on track.
Last night happened. And it was all Natasha’s doing. Sure, I was more than a willing participant, but she instigated things. God, I was a lucky sod. A classy, sexy as sin woman like Natasha. Yep, maybe I should buy a lottery ticket as well.
She’s still dead to the world, and I ease out of the bed so as not to wake her. My mind circles back on the events of last night. I’m having trouble processing all of it. When I’m with Natasha, rational thought can be something of an afterthought. She’s so compelling that I have a feeling I’d do almost anything she tells me.
I watch over her for a moment. The memories of last night turn my morning wood rock hard. Natasha’s voice, her instructions, her games, everything that happened was hot as fuck. Thinking back now, I had to wonder why I was so eager to follow her every word?
I sit in the small armchair in the corner of the room, and my eyes traverse over every inch of exposed skin. When my eyes can’t take in enough of her raw beauty, my finger traces the outline of her form as she sleeps. I travel the curves and dips of her body and commit it to memory. Hell, her image could inspire me to draw for months.
Finally, she stirs and takes a moment to orientate herself. She sits up in bed and finds me.
She studies me with a confused expression masking her pretty face. “What are you doing?”
“Memorising you.” After last night, I want to store her beauty away in my mind.
“Why?”
“Because part of me still can’t believe what happened last night. I don’t want to forget a single thing about you.” It’s the truth. And I’m not sure if this was just a one-night thing. I want more.
She smiles at me, but she seems guarded this morning. I refuse to think she might be having second thoughts about our actions. She was as into it as I was. There were moments she pulled back, but they seemed to re-focus her rather than give her time to consider what she was doing.
No.
Last night was meant to happen. I had imagined what she’d taste like from the moment we met. Of course, I didn’t consider to be even close to her league. I may have instigated a friendship, but that’s because I’d rather have Natasha as a friend over a lover. That choice was a little harder now I knew how it felt to be inside her.
“Last night happened. I’m going to take a shower.” Natasha pulls back the remaining covers concealing her legs and slips out of bed. She walks past me and into the bathroom. Her little show doesn’t help my rock-hard dick, and my mind reaches for its internal pencil and paper.
We experience an element of awkwardness as we both get dressed. Last night was sex. We aren’t in a relationship. I don’t want to come on too strong and so keep to my plan to let Natasha lead. So far, the plan had worked spectacularly well. I’m not about to jinx it. Plus, it’s easy to be the one that follows her.
“Will I see you later today?” I ask before we leave. I want to kiss her and hold her but fight with myself over my actions.
“Briefly. I’ll probably be visiting after lunch. How about you?”
Her question brings back the reason she asked me out in the first place. My grandad. “I need to head home for some things first. I’m hoping today will be better.”
She offers a sad smile and comes over to take my hand. “I’m sure he will be. But you need to give yourself a break.” She leans up and kisses me, slow and deep. Her soft mouth conjures more memories from last night, and I pull her deeper into my embra
ce. She’s gentle but firm, and I fight the urge to take the kiss further.
Want burns in my chest, and my hands clench to stop myself from groping at her like a horny teenager.
In a shock move, I pull away first and plant a kiss in the middle of her forehead. “Thank you for last night. If you want to take me out for a drink again, anytime, I’m in.”
“Who said there has to be a drink first, next time?” The smile she shows makes my blood roar in my veins. Fuck! Mischief and power shine in her eyes, and it makes my dick throb at what she might have in store. After last night, I know I’m game.
I get back to my apartment and grab a large sketch pad from the stack on the bench. I take a set of charcoal and the pad to the easel and begin drawing out the images of Natasha that have seared my mind. Dark, flowing lines merge to outline her beautiful curves and shape.
The charcoal is quick and responsive. I often do much of the preparatory work to capture the essence of whomever I’m drawing with this medium. The only difference this time is Natasha isn’t in the room with me. I’m working from memory which will never do her justice.
I smudge, mark, and blend for the next hour in an attempt to express my vision of Natasha on paper. Three early sketches scatter the floor around my feet. Each is only a glimpse at what I’d really love to do—study Natasha and paint her in oils.
I step back from the easel and put down the charcoal stubs. My fingers are black with dust. Fingerprints edge the corners of the paper, framing my sketches.
The other canvas to the side of me draws my attention but can’t hold it. The collection is due in six weeks, but I still can’t find the motivation to complete the series. Working on Natasha, I’d be able to lock myself away and produce works that spoke to me and inspired my passion for drawing.
I leave the easel and go and wash off. I need to get to The Pines. I wait for the sinking feeling to hit, but it doesn’t. After any bad day with my Grandad, the worry and fear that the next day will be the same sinks any hope I have. Today, I don’t get that same level of apprehension. Being in the home for so long, I know the bad days will start to outnumber the good. I’m used to the constant re-telling of stories, the blank moments, and confusion. They come and go. But days like yesterday will soon form the norm, and that’s what’s terrifying. I know I will slowly be erased from his memory and will watch it happen, with no way to prevent or stop it. My hands ball into fists, and the frustration that comes with the every day of living with Alzheimer’s takes root.
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