“And when I looked back up, she was gone.” Zera finished her narration of things to Aaron, who had sat quietly for the last ten minutes listening.
He got home over an hour ago, and after dinner and helping Zion with his homework, he tucked him into bed before returning to the bedroom. He had noticed her moody state all the while they were in the dining area, despite her attempt to cover it up while they ate. He said nothing, and she knew it was because Zion was at the table with them. She knew she would have to find a way to tell the truth as soon as they were alone, despite not knowing how to go about it. As soon as he stepped into the room ten minutes ago, she told him she needed to confess, and though taken aback by her bluntness, he didn’t stop her.
“I think it’s getting worse,” she admitted. “I am sorry I didn’t say it quicker. I thought I could handle it, but as it turned out, I can’t, and it’s messing with my mind, and I want you to know about it.”
He stayed silent, almost as if he didn’t hear everything she had just told him.
“Aaron, please say something,” she beckoned to him with a small voice.
She had kept nothing from him since they became a couple. Yes, she was an open book, but unless she was thinking about it, there was no way for him to know what was happening to her. And she did her best in the last few weeks to keep this from her mind. As mates, there was to be oneness between them, but what she did brought division.
“Aaron. I understand that honesty and transparency are essential in any healthy relationship, and I regret not being forthcoming with you about everything. I realise now that my actions were selfish and misguided, and I am sorry and want to make amends.”
“Would you have told me this if you hadn’t seen Nicole today?” He asked, and his tone didn’t sound angry, even though he deserved to be.
She pressed her lips together, knowing the answer to that question. “Aaron…”
“Listen, I don’t care how busy I am; I am never too busy for my mate, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I mean that, and I want you to remember that next time.”
She nodded vigorously and said, “I promise that I will, Aaron; no more hiding things.”
“Good,” he said as he rose from the bed and stepped towards the chair before the dressing mirror, where she had sat since. He got to her and stooped, so they were now the same height. “We will figure this out together. I promise you,” he said, cupping her face in his hands.
His voice held the assurance she needed, and it was so much easier to believe and let go.
She bit her lips and nodded, saying, “Thank you for not being mad at me.”
He shook his head. “No, I could never be mad at you. Come shower with me,” he said, rising to his feet. He offered her his hand, and she took it without hesitation, and he helped her up.
He took hold of her buttoned blouse and undid each button after the next. When they were all undone, he pushed off her blouse, and it fell to the floor, leaving her in her black trousers and lacy bra. He undid her bra and took off her trousers as well. She stood naked before his eyes in the next second. She then helped him out of his clothes, which took longer to take off than hers, but she enjoyed every moment because her hands never stopped touching him. After four minutes, he stood with only his boxer briefs on. She took it off quickly, and they were evenly naked.
They both stood with their eyes trailing off each other’s skin, and she never felt even more beautiful.
He took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom, and as they stepped in, he proceeded to wash her from her head down to her feet. He took his time, paying close attention to every part of her. This left her vulnerable and helpless to his touch, yet not wanting to be anywhere else.
As he returned to his feet, Aaron placed his hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him. Their eyes met, and in that moment, she felt as if everything was okay.
Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle. She responded eagerly, deepening the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
They continued to kiss, their bodies pressed against each other, their passion growing with each passing moment. The world around her disappeared, leaving only the two of them in their own little world of love and desire.
Finally, they pulled away, gasping for breath. Aaron looked into her eyes, his love for her shining through. She knew he would do anything to make her happy and to make her feel loved. She knew that, and she wanted him to also make her his, sealing their bond of intimacy and lovemaking.
He must have read her mind as their gazes stayed locked on each other because his eyes flickered a shade of red, hinting at his desires, but he said nothing. They stood silently under the shower, the steam from the hot water enveloping them in a cloud of mist.
Their gazes strayed from each other, and they took in each other’s naked form, the desire between them palpable. Without a word, he stepped forward and took her into his arms, his lips crashing down on hers in a fiery kiss again. This time it’s hotter than the last.
Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, exploring every inch of skin as the water cascaded down over them. She moaned as his hands found her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She traced her hands down his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her touch. Moans and laboured breaths echoed in the bathroom, evidence of love and desire.
He lifted her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed her back against the shower wall. His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin as she gasped in pleasure. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she arched her back, offering herself up to him completely.
As he thrust into her, the water from the shower pounded against their bodies, and she cried out in ecstasy. They moved together, lost in their passion, each movement driving them closer and closer to the brink of release.
Finally, with a shuddering moan, she came apart, waves of pleasure washing over her, and Aaron followed right after. She clung to him as if holding on for dear life, while their bodies still trembled from the intensity of their lovemaking.
Breathless and sated, he leaned her against the shower wall. His eyes locked on hers, holding the silent exchange of love and desire.
The steam from the shower had cleared, but the heat between them remained, burning bright and strong. She didn’t want it another way.
Aaron wrapped her up in a towel before getting one for himself. The special treatment he still gave her despite how far they had come together as a couple always warmed her heart and left her longing for nothing else but to be with him always. She would never complain about it; she was his baby and loved the baby treatment.
Just as much as he loved the “daddy” treatment. How he loved being called “Daddy.” When she did, he tried to show her just how much of a dad he was. That made him hotter to her.
“Hey! Hey, stop,” Aaron said, snapping her out of her thought.
She looked up and found him with burning cheeks. “Sure, Daddy. Oops,” she said, pressing her lips together.
“Keep that up, and I will not give you the sleep your body yearns for this night,” he warned, growling.
As tempting as getting punished and dragged to the altar of pleasure was, she needed her sleep for a clearer head tomorrow.
“Take me to bed, then?” she asked, her arms stretched out to him.
He obliged and took her to bed. He got in and pulled her to himself. She laid her head on his chest, hearing the steady beating of his heart, and the sound stirred her sleep.