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**AARON**
Aaron has always been a bit of a domineering type of guy. Not in the bully type of way, but he just always liked to be the one that took charge of situations. When he first laid eyes on the beautiful Holly, he just knew that he had to have her. There was something about her that was so different from all the other girls at the club. She looked completely out of place, yet it was obvious that she was trying to have a good night to make her friend happy.
He liked that about her, the fact that she was putting someone else before her own wants and needs. She was also the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Sure, she was young, but she exuded a maturity that most older women didn’t even have. He was normally quite confident, but he had no idea how to approach her. It was pure luck that she ended up on the couch next to him that night, allowing him to finally make his move.
As it turned out, his move wasn’t very good because, at the end of the night, she had turned him down. But how could he blame her? He was old. Little did she know that he was not used to being told no, and this only made him want her even more. And now, he had her. He could tell by the way she reacted to him that she wasn’t used to sex like that, but he was pleased that she had done everything he asked her to do. He knew he could be intimidating at times and had used that to his advantage. He loved her innocence and knew he had taught her quite a few things about herself and her desires.
Now, as he looked at her, he smiled. He had picked her up and taken her to bed, and the two of them had cuddled under the duvet and talked for the last few hours. This was not something he normally did with women, who would leave with plans of coming back again for more another day. He generally didn’t like the exchange to get too personal, and he certainly never wanted to get too attached. But he didn’t want Holly to leave, and he was enjoying getting to know her.
She was so interesting, too. The two of them spoke easily, and she didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he was a billionaire. This was an unusual feeling for him. He tried to drop it into conversation a few times, but she didn’t seem to want to know about the money. Rather, she wanted to know about him-his likes and dislikes, his passions and frustrations. It had been a very long time since he had spoken to anyone in this way, and he was surprised that it was now with someone as young as Holly. He knew he could teach her a thing or two in bed, but he didn’t think she had anything to teach him. It seemed he was wrong. In just a few hours, he was learning more about himself than ever before.
Suddenly, she put a finger on his mouth and pulled off the duvet. She climbed on top of him, and in an instant, he felt excited again. She reached over for her hairband and tied up her hair, making her look even younger than before and all the more beautiful. Then, she bent down and kissed him, small butterfly kisses that started from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. He was shivering, not from the cold, but from the sweet feeling of her lips on his body. She never made him do anything the way he had done with her.
She never commanded anything from him or made him feel intimidated. Instead, she just kissed him, stroked him, and guided his body along with hers. The whole experience was gentle and sweet, and as she sat on top of him, he felt himself glide inside of her with ease. She bent down slowly and kissed him. He reached for her, pulled himself even deeper inside, and the two of them fell into an easy and delicious rhythm.
When he came, he came even harder than before, and as soon as it was over, she lifted herself off of him and cuddled in closely. He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her gently on the cheek, and the two of them fell asleep like that together. As he drifted off, he couldn’t help but think about how different their approaches to sex had been and how amazing each one had been in its own right. Here was a young girl, only nineteen years old, who had shown him a different side of sex. He realized that he had never quite allowed himself to enjoy such a passionate and intimate sex life before because doing so would unravel him-it would lay all his vulnerabilities out on the table. But as he closed his eyes and held on tightly to Holly, feeling her chest rising as she drifted off to sleep, he really didn’t care at all. If anyone was going to see him for who he was, he was glad it was her.
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