Authors: K.M. Liss
I scrape my nails up his back and into his hair, grabbing a handful, yanking it hard, meaningfully, possessively.
And then the fire consumes us both.
He pushes me against the wall, picking me up.
“
Oh, baby, you're killing me...,” he groans.
I wrap my legs around his hips as he sinks deeply inside. Heat rushes everywhere. My hair falls down around his face as I whisper in his ear.
“
You're so mine, every inch of you belongs to me.”
His lips and teeth graze on my neck and his hands hold my ass as he moves me on him, his strong arms lifting, sliding himself in and out of my wet and yielding body. My head drops backward, eyes closed. I blaze like an inferno, and pulse with involuntary spasms, moaning with need, excitement and intense arousal. I hang on him, my good arm tightly hooked round his neck, as he pumps into me fiercely, his fingertips digging into the softness of my ass, squeezing me hard. I'm lost in his strength and the deep-reaching penetration.
He turns around and drops me on my back on his bed, knocking all the breath from my body, then drags me impatiently to the edge, turning me over and planting my heels on the floor.
I spread my legs wide and lean forward, my hand braced on the bed as he enters me again. My other hand cups his balls through my legs, massaging him as he drives into me so hard.
I gasp in wild reaction.
“
Aaron, oh baby,” I moan with a mixture of shock and passion.
I'm so possessed; I'm almost a part of him. And we're fusing with the heat between us.
His hands are all over me, everywhere he can reach. Pulling my hair, dragging my head back. His fingers grab at my lacy tits, squeezing at them; long fingers delve down, sliding around in my wetness, probing all around and over my clit. I'm wildly aroused, flaming, under the scorching heat of his hands..
“
Are you feeling this, honey?” he growls out.
I don't want to speak. I don't think I can. I moan my reply in sounds.
“Mmm...mmm.”
God, I'm really feeling it. More than feeling it. I'm beyond myself.
He withdraws and turns me around to face him. I'm a quivering mess, there's no strength in my legs, or anywhere. I sag against him, moaning, “I love you” over and over while he kisses my face. He lays me on the floor on his soft and fluffy black rug, and opens my legs wide. I lay there waiting in a state of suspended ecstasy, while he kneels in front of me. He looks like he's worshiping me, praying on his knees, in a divine trance. My chest rises and falls with my labored breathing. I hold my arms out to him.
“
Love me, please?”
His trance is broken by my words and he sinks down and into me. His hard, muscular body, cushioned on and within my softness. I wrap my legs and my insides squeeze at his prick. Next to his heart, it's the most wonderful, delicious and precious thing I've ever owned. The things that part of him does to me are in the realms of fantasy.
It's a wild blur of him, him, him...doing crazy wild things. A world of steaming, emotional, and physical joy. He pushes me to my limits, the way he moves and manipulates my body, turning me, lifting my backside, here and there and every way.
But this is beyond the physical. The last thing I remember is him wrapping my legs around his neck. I cross my ankles tightly. He sinks in so deep and I can feel him in places I've never experienced before. I’m completely blown apart by him. I lose consciousness soon after that. I'm gone. I've left my body.
I don't know how many minutes have passed, as time has ceased to exist in my fucked-senseless little world.
“
Kate....” His voice connects with my brain, through the heated sex fog surrounding me.
His hands are stroking my face. His lips brush mine.
“Kate, honey, come on,” he whispers in my ear.
“
Mmm?” I manage.
“
Time to get dressed now.”
“
Uh-uh, no can do. Tell your mom I'm having a fainting fit.”
He laughs at me.
But I'm not laughing. I really am feeling faint and strangely nauseous. My insides are aching like hell and my head is so hot I think I've come down with a sex fever. Or maybe I've just overdosed on him and I'm coming down from my trip.
“
Are you okay?” he asks in concern, staring into my eyes.
“
No, I'm so fucked out. What the hell did you do to me?”
~ * ~
Two hours later, we're now in the highly esteemed, Michelin-starred Cesare's restaurant, eating a superb Italian meal.
His mom, Paula, and the two of us.
His mom is pleasant to me, but Paula is more than lovely and very funny. Aaron and Paula certainly bounce off each other well. I'm feeling very comfortable with the company this evening.
We talk, and it's all about me, well, mostly. Not through my choice, but I seem to be the hot topic of conversation. I answer all the questions as best I can. Although the ones about my father are difficult. I really don't know enough about him. I must do something about that.
Aaron holds my hand, kisses my cheek, and hugs me almost non-stop.
Much as I'm enjoying the meal and meeting his family, I so want to leave this place and go back to mine. I'm desperate for every second I can get alone with him, before I have to leave for Vegas. Three little days together, that's all we have. And it could be weeks before I see him again. I try not to brood and ruin what little time there is.
I'm thinking of moving to New York. I'm going to be working with him, so it makes sense. I'll miss my friends, but I'd miss Aaron much more if I were stuck in L.A. I have no real need to be there. I'll give my penthouse apartment to Christine as a wedding gift. Assuming she does in fact get married to Ricky.
If everything goes wrong and, heaven forbid, disaster strikes with Aaron, I'd be devastated...but I've got my new Vegas home. With Harry and Mom. That'll have to serve as my emergency bolthole.
My thoughts are brought back to the present as the live band starts up. It's contemporary, modern Italian music they are playing. Very romantic and beautiful. A perfect background for eating dinner.
Our dessert is just about finished when the singer, Adelina, arrives on the scene and starts her set.
I'm entranced. She sounds just like Elise, a modern Italian singer I really like. Her rousing slow ballad makes me shiver with the sound of her voice, pitch-perfect high notes, a little break at the lower end of the scale. She's blissful to listen to. I'm in my own little heaven when he takes my hand and pulls me up, leading me to the dance floor. There are another half dozen couples on the floor with us. I lean into him, melting into his masculine, smart-suited, well-built body. His new ethereal cologne sends me off, soaring high into the moonlit clouds in the sky above, as we slow dance together for the first time.
My hand in his, his arm possessively around my waist, his cheek softly pressed against mine, and his warm breath in my ear.
It's such a magical moment. It gets an eleven out of ten on my romance scale. Outside the bedroom, nothing could get any better than this. My head's buzzing. I'm happier than a bee in a field of flowers. I snuggle in even closer and close my eyes in bliss.
“
I really love you, Kate,” he whispers, and then brushes his lips across my cheek and over mine.
I think my feet have just left the floor. I can't feel them any more. I'm floating high, high and higher on his love.
~ * ~
I'm on my own for a few hours on Monday while he discusses hospitals and treatment for his mom with the consultant. I catch up with everyone. Emailing, texting, calling.
I have over an hour left before he's due back.
I sit at my laptop, in my warm happy place on the sofa, the sun streaming in the window.
My fingers are itching to write something. And what flows is kinda personal and special.
It's like a soft and sexy rap tribute to Aaron. Although, I've tried to be subtle. He'll know that it's about him.
I title it 'So Into You'.
It's a touch too suggestive for a sixteen-year-old, as is. But toned down some more it could suit Shannon. Perhaps it would be a better fit for Selena with a little tweaking and the right score? She tends to do really hot songs.
Or maybe for Aaron's eyes only? Maybe I'll sex it up a real lot more, just for him.
I smile to myself. I'll see what he thinks later. Or maybe when the time's right.
I print it out and put it in my Dreams folder, as usual. It's my little ritual.
I could just frame it and give it to him for his thirtieth birthday. The first song he inspired. In fact, that's a very good idea. He can do what he wants with it after that.
A text reply arrives from my mom.
SO glad you're having a good time with A – he's a real cutie, send more pics please! got a house party organized for wednesday at 8 honey-bunch so dont be late. OK :)
me
:
flight already arranged, will be there weds at 1pm.
Mom
:
good girl – LU x
M
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: LU2 x
I am actually looking forward to seeing them all again, and a party will be pretty cool. I expect it’s a goodbye party for Bren and Kelsey, as they're going back to Austin on Sunday evening.
My thoughts are interrupted as he arrives back. He doesn't look upset. That's good to see.
I walk over and hug him tight.
“
Well?”
“
It's a small localized area of cancer. Everything should be fine, and it should, in theory, be easily treatable.”
“
Oh Aaron, that's such good news. I can imagine she's over the moon.”
“
Yeah, hopefully it'll all go to plan.” He strokes my back.
“
So, what is the plan?”
“
She's going into hospital for the op in two weeks. Laser surgery.”
“
That's so good to hear. So you can breathe a sigh of relief now, can't you?” I brush the hair from his face and kiss his cheek.
“
I will, when it's all over.”
I give him another longer kiss. “Want a drink?” He seems really uptight.
“No...just hold me.”
“
Are you okay?”
“
Yeah. Just a little world-weary. My emotional side has taken a bashing the last week or so.”
“
A good night's sleep might help,” I remind him our nights tend to be very sleepless.
“
I'm not physically tired, Kate. It's my head, that's all, got a lot going on in there. Work, family, us...”
“
I hope I'm not adding to your mountain of worries,” I joke.
“
Not to my worries, no. I'm mentally organizing things. Trying to work out when the hell I'm gonna see you next.”
“
I can come to you, after Vegas. In a few days Kelsey and Brendan go back to Texas, and then I'm all yours.”
“
Who are Kelsey and Brendan?”