I stayed with my eyes partly open, trying to catch my breath. This happened; Aaron finally took me after what felt like forever, and it was mind-blowing. He had never disappointed me when it came down to affairs of sex before, and he didn’t this time. I, however, noticed there was much more desperation today than the last time. It made it hotter. I didn’t think we had enough time, but after already going twice in the previous thirty minutes, I had no strength to go again.
My hand was on his chest, tracing a fine line over the ink on his skin, mesmerised by every line and pattern of it. I hope I someday get the chance to analyse every corner of his body and worship it.
He leaned closer and kissed my lips, and I moaned into the kiss before deepening it. He pulled back and placed his head against mine. “Thank you,” he breathed against my face.
“For what?”
“For taking the step. If you hadn’t taken the step, I don’t think I would have, and who knows how long it would have taken?” His arms around my shoulders tightened, and then he rubbed me gently there.
I smiled and said, “I’m glad I did, then.”
His lips grazed over mine tenderly before deepening, and as I kissed back, he slid his thigh between mine, and the evidence of what we had done pooled between them. His finger drew over my skin, cupping my breast and caressing it gently, earning a soft moan from my lips.
“Zera,” he muttered, kissing my nose and then my forehead.
“Yes,” I answered, nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck and breathing him in. His scent has always been my weakness. Clean, manly, and intoxicating. I placed my lips against his neck, and he shuddered at the touch, and I knew I had affected him.
“I was wondering,” he continued, his voice thick and filled with desires.
“About what?” I peeked up at him and found him staring at me as well.
He opened his mouth to speak, but my phone began ringing with the tone I knew so well-Zion’s swim lesson teacher.
I reached for it and answered, placing it in my ear. “Hello, Ms Adams.”
“I’m on my way.” I quickly spoke up, not letting him finish what he wanted to say. He only calls when I’m late, and it turns out I am late today.
“Shit.” I ran off the bed and reached for my clothes on the floor.
I noticed Aaron’s gaze on me as I raced around the room to locate the clothes that were mine, even though he remained silent. I had stayed so long in bed with Aaron that I had lost track of time.
Aaron helped himself onto his elbow. “What’s wrong?”
“I am late in picking Zion up,” I answered.
“You know Zion takes his swim lesson in this house, right?”
I knew that, but that didn’t change the fact that I was late. I was always on time. I pride myself on being on time.
I didn’t tell him all of that; instead, I slipped my pants back on and then the rest of my clothes. I reached for my phone on the lampstand and slipped it into my pocket before racing towards the door.
“Zera!” he called out, and I knew he probably wanted me to stay a while longer.
“Don’t even say it!” I snapped and raced out of the room.
I came into the living room and then made my way to the pool area, where I had picked Zion up since he started this class. He was already dried and waiting with his bag on his back, and I knew he had waited for quite a while. It hurt my heart that I kept him waiting.
He must have noticed me approaching because his head twirled around to find me, but he had narrowed eyes on his face instead of the cheerful look he usually had.
I slowed in my tracks, wondering if he was mad at me for coming in late, when he spoke, “What happened to your hair, Mommy?” His eyes moved to my hair and stayed there.
My heart skipped a beat, wondering if he knew what he meant. What could be wrong with my hair? I dipped my hand into my back pocket and pulled out my phone, using its dark screen to inspect my hair.
The horror I saw!
My hair was in a mess, and if there were another name worse than a mess, that would have fitted perfectly. My lipstick also looked smeared against my mouth, and my lips were puffy. It made sense why Zion had a narrowed look.
I had made it into a ponytail before I left the house, but Aaron had rearranged it during our heated session, and now it was a hot mess. That hot devil saw me dress up to leave the room and said nothing!
He tried to. You told him not to speak.
My lips pressed together, and I wiped my mouth with my hand, taking off as much lipstick as I could. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and pulled at the band holding the hair together. In five seconds, I had my hair back in a ponytail. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than the one Zion saw.
“I had a very rough day, baby.”
Yes, it was made rough by Aaron Hart, your father.
“But I’m here now. How was your swimming class today?” I asked, reaching for his backpack and taking his hand.
Just then, Staffan, his swim teacher, stepped out of the closet with his phone in his hand. He had a curious eye as he stared at me, but if he noticed something on my face, he said nothing. “Ms Adams, you’re already here,” Steffan said, staying with his usual energetic tone of voice.
“Yes, I am. I am sorry I kept you here longer than necessary.”
He smiled, nodding in understanding. “I know how hard being a parent and having a life is.” He emphasised life, and I knew he knew.
My smile came wearily, but I nodded happily that he didn’t further his words. “Thank you. See you next time. Say thank you to Mr Milo.” I told Zion, who thanked his teacher, and together, we exited the locker room.