~Joan~
His eyes darkened before he swooped me into his arms in one swift move, striding confidently toward God knows where. The yacht probably had rooms in it… I was sure of that. He dropped me gently to my feet and opened a door, pulling me in with him.
It all happened so fast, and suddenly his lips were on mine. I melted into him, completely undone. I could count on my fingers how many times Aaron had kissed me. Sure, we didn’t kiss often because it was way more intimate, but now? Now, I wanted to feel his lips on every inch of my body.
His hands slid down my thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with just enough pressure to send a jolt of heat curling between my legs. My breath hitched.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging, needing more. The heels I wore gave me just enough height that I didn’t have to strain to reach his hungry lips. My hands roamed his body with the same urgency, learning him all over again.
Clutching his biceps for balance, I pressed closer, letting the heat between us flare. He licked and tugged at my bottom lip before pulling back, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. His lips were already swollen, and I had no doubt mine were, too.
But seeing my lipstick smeared on his mouth? I liked that.
He pushed me backward, and I stumbled onto the bed with a soft bounce, my hair spilling in every direction. Propping myself up slightly, I watched him curiously, trying to catch my breath.
With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a torso I could never get enough of. My eyes trailed over him, drinking him in. His pants and boxer briefs followed, leaving him bare, raw, and beautiful. My gaze lingered, and I couldn’t help but reach out, my fingers wrapping around his dick. He jerked at my touch, and I couldn’t stop the smirk that tugged at my lips.
“Someone’s impatient,” I teased.
Aaron didn’t smile. Instead, his eyes darkened even more, the heat in them was intense.
Sliding off the bed, I sank to my knees in front of him. I took him in my mouth slowly, savoring his sharp intake of breath. His groan, low and primal, sent a thrill through me. Encouraged, I cupped his balls, letting my tongue tease him as I let him fuck my mouth.
His hand tangled in my hair, his grip firm but not rough. “I’m gonna cum,” he muttered, his voice rough and low, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. “And you’re going to swallow every last drop.”
I nodded, unable to speak. When he came, I did exactly as he asked, swallowing and feeling an unexpected surge of pride at the way he looked at me after-like I was his undoing. His thumb brushed my cheek, tenderly.
I stood, slowly slipping out of my dress. For once, Aaron was completely naked before I was, which felt like a miracle. Normally, I was the one naked and vulnerable, or we were both only half undressed.
“How did I do, Thompson?” I asked, spinning slightly to show him the lacy red lingerie I’d worn beneath the dress. His eyes widened, the slow smile on his lips faltering as he took me in.
“So,” I said casually, “I might’ve been planning to surprise you. I’ve had this since forever and decided to bring it along.” I didn’t bother mentioning that his sister had actually bought it for me months ago, back when she thought I’d end up sleeping with the guy I was dating. Little did we both know, I’d end up wearing it for Aaron instead.
A hiss escaped him as his hands reached for me, cupping my breasts through the lace. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hands roaming my body. His touch sent shivers through me, and I drew in a shaky breath.
“Lie down and spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed without hesitation, moving faster than I thought possible. The smirk that tugged at his lips told me he’d noticed.
Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he placed his head between my thighs, his warm breath brushing over me. I clenched instinctively, anticipation making me shudder. He began with soft, teasing kisses along the inside of my thighs, his eyes locking with mine as he moved upward.
“You smell so good,” he muttered against my skin, his lips lingering dangerously close to where I needed him most. I bucked my hips, desperate, but he took his time. He always did this-torturing me until I couldn’t take it anymore. By the time his mouth finally closed around my clit, I came almost immediately.
It was embarrassing how quickly I came, but he didn’t seem to mind. Aaron didn’t stop, and soon, my cries filled the room. I just hoped the sailor wasn’t close enough to hear, though he probably knew exactly what we were doing.
Only after coaxing a few more orgasms from me did Aaron decide to finally fuck me. I expected him to slam into me the way he usually did, but he surprised me. He pushed inside slowly, letting me feel every inch of him. My walls quivered around him, and I saw his jaw tighten in restraint.
“Keep doing that, and I won’t last,” he muttered, his forehead dropping to rest against my neck as he paused, fully sheathed inside me. For a moment, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling in the stillness. Then, finally, he started to move, soft and slow, his thrusts purposeful and steady.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was from the sensation or the unfamiliar tenderness in the way he touched me. The slap of his balls against my ass echoed in the room, and I felt my orgasm building inside me again.
Minutes later, we both came together. He stayed inside me for a moment, our bodies tangled, before pulling out.
“I’m going to fuck you again,” he said, his voice hoarse, and even though I was still trembling from the last orgasm, I felt the heat building in me all over again.
This time, he didn’t hold back. He slammed into me hard and fast, angling his hips in a way that made my breath hitch. His movements were fast, and when he hit the perfect spot, I came in less than seven minutes. He followed shortly after, collapsing against me.
After catching our breaths, he climbed off the bed, reaching for his boxer briefs. I watched him sleepily. What? He was leaving?
“I’ll sit outside for a while and check how things are going,” he said, pulling on his shirt.
“Aaron, sleep with me,” I murmured, my voice soft and quiet.
He smirked. “I think I just did that a few minutes ago.”
I shot him a look, unimpressed. The amusement in his eyes faded, replaced by something I couldn’t quite name.
“I… I have insomnia,” he admitted, hesitating.
“Maybe just stay until I fall asleep,” I said, my voice quieter now. I didn’t want to beg, but deep down, I wanted this more than anything. I wanted to feel him next to me, not just sexually but completely.
His jaw tightened as he glanced away, but then he sighed, dropping his shirt and climbing back into bed. Sliding under the sheets, he pulled me close, my back to his chest.
My skin tingled at the feel of his body pressed against mine. I tipped my head back, resting it against his neck.
I wanted to ask if he felt the shift between us too, but I stayed silent, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Aaron’s breath evened out as he drifted off to sleep, and I couldn’t help the small smile that spread across my lips.
So much for insomnia.
I closed my eyes, but my mind raced with thoughts. The harsh realization settled over me, leaving me breathless.
Maybe-just maybe-I was falling in love with Aaron.
And nothing was scarier than that.