Coming Back (The Sarah Kinsely Story - Book #2) (9 page)

I briefly considered if I had enough time to drop right there in the library and fulfill my own pleasure before Aiden would return.

"She's asleep."

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I slammed the book shut and threw it on the ground. It was a gut reaction and made me look like a twelve year old boy who just got caught with his first dirty magazine.

Aiden walked over to see what I had thrown on the ground. He looked down at the book, turned his head, raised an eyebrow.

"I keep telling you, there is a much better book over here."

He reached down and pulled out an old, leather bound book. The title was
Hidden Secrets: Erotic Poems Throughout History
.

I glanced at him sideways.

"Pictures are nice," he said, "but words can take your mind places that photos just can't."

He opened the book, flipped through a few pages and began reading.

"This one is my favorite," he said,

"Hand to strange hand, lip to lip none denies;

Why should they breast to breast, or thighs to thighs?

Likeness begets such strange self flattery,

That touching myself, all seems done to thee."

I had seen enough chick-flick movies to view poetry reading as a cliche approach to getting a woman to take her pants off. Had Aiden showed up at my door proclaiming that he was going to be reading lines from a sonnet, I would have slammed the door on his face, but this was different.

I was caught off guard in more ways that one.

He flipped the pages again until he stopped, a grin spreading across his face. He looked at me over the top of the book and I had to sit down.

He stood near the end of the couch as I listened to erotic strings of syllables flow from his mouth. His voice had taken on a slightly raspy, slightly lower tone.

"I dreamt you came

Your arms flare wild

As your legs wrapped me tight

My lips, a master’s servant

To the parts that make you woman

My tongue, a great explorer

Of parts unknown to man

My body is yours

Your body is mine

I dreamt you came

I dream you come

I come with you

We came"

I looked down at my heaving chest. I placed my hands on my stomach, just above my hips. It was all I could do to not rip my own clothes off and
truly
enjoy the reading.

Aiden must have noticed that I had taken on a different look.

"Are you OK? Did the pizza make you sick?"

I looked at him, my mouth hanging open slightly, though I could barely keep my eyes open. I wanted him to keep reading, to keep pleasuring me with his words. I wanted to flow deeper into the world of erotic pleasure that he was creating with each syllable that filtered from his lips.

He reached down to touch my arm, to make sure I wasn't ill.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him on top of me.

Chapter 18

I had knocked him off balance and he landed on me with his full weight. We bounced off the couch together and landed on the floor.

Aiden began laughing hysterically.

"This room is just cursed for us, isn't it?"

"I don't care," I said as I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him on top of me.

This time he used his arms to brace himself so that I could feel his body on me but I wasn't being squeezed to death by the mass of muscle that was Aiden Colburn.

His lips pressed into mine. I pulled his head in with both hands until I could feel his teeth pressing through his lips into mine. The minor pain from the pressure turned to pleasure as my body reacted to the changing sensations.

I wrestled his shirt up and over his head. I saw his body again. I ran my fingernails over his chest and down his stomach until they reached his belt. I could tell through his blue jeans that he wanted me to continue, but he grabbed my hands to stop them from going anywhere.

"Come with me," he said.

He was holding my hand as we walk-ran through his house. We went through his kitchen, out the back door and started running towards another large oak tree set in the corner of his backyard.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said pulling me along.

We arrived at the base of the tree, he kissed me, pushing me against the old bark. I half expected music to start playing; it was so classically romantic.

What he did next however, was anything but classic.

Aiden Colburn, executive chef of some of the fanciest restaurants in the city of food, ran to the other side of the tree trunk and started climbing, bare chest and all.

"C'mon up," he said, offering his hand.

I took it and started climbing up the wooden planks that had been nailed into the base of the tree.

The view from my angle was surprisingly nice, seeing Aiden's ass wiggle back and forth as we climbed higher and higher did make me feel like a younger girl sneaking off to make out with her first boyfriend.

When we reached the tree house I could hardly believe my eyes. This was no ordinary tree house, this was a tree-mansion for adults pulled straight out of Sunset magazine.

Aiden flipped on the lights and I almost cried. It was like a childhood dream coming true.

It was a circular space, with brand new wood, twinkle lights, and shear white clothe draped from side to side. It was large enough for him and I to stand in, and had a fluffy mattress set dead center of the single room.

"Lizzy has one of her own too, just down the way there," he pointed off into the dark, "I set this up for you after our first meeting. I have been wanting to show you this ever since. I hope you like it."

He didn't wait for my answer, and I was glad he didn't.

He pulled me onto the fluff mattress and began kissing my neck, slowly, sensually, until I let out a moan of pleasure. He pressed against me and I sank deeply into the soft fluff of the mattress.

He ran his hands up and down my body, both under and outside of my clothing.

There was a different feel to his actions this time. Our first encounter had been raw emotion, physical attraction. This time he seemed even more intent on my pleasure — almost apologetic — like he was trying to say something.

He gently pulled my shirt off, then my bra. My breasts spilled over my chest and he cradled them in his hands. His lips wrapped each nipple in turn. His soft, warm lips on my breasts made my back arch. I turned my head to one side and let out a satisfied moan.

His hand reached underneath my panties and I felt his fingers gently rubbing me. He looked me in the eye and pressed his chest harder against mine, pinning me to the bed, as he did so.

My arms were wrapped around his bare back, I ran my fingers along the ripples of muscle as they moved up and down; his hand pleasuring me.

Before I reached orgasm for the first time that evening in the tree house, Aiden had given me a look that I have thought of everyday since.

It was a look that simply said, "I see you."

I came. My body was out of my control for what seemed like a lifetime of pleasure.

I shuddered.

I arched.

I squeezed his fingers between my legs.

I moaned.

Aiden rested his head on my chest and continued to feel me with his hand. I was so wet now that his hand smoothly, gently, and easily glided where he pleased.

I ran my hands through his hair as he began kissing my chest.

I pushed his head off my chest and rolled on top of him. I kissed him gently, whispered a "thank you", and began kissing my way down his body. I stopped at his nipples and gave them a little peck, he seemed to enjoy it, and that made me smile.

I slid my hand under his jeans as I made my way down. I just wanted to tease him, so I kept my hand moving, softly, lightly, around his base, never actually touching
him
.

By the time I slipped my hand out of his jeans and my lips reached his belt buckle, he was ready for me. The look of quiet desperation on his face turned me on knowing how bad he wanted me.

I unclasped his belt buckle. He moaned as it unlatched and there was a slight release of pressure. I kissed him through his jeans; he liked that.

I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He was fully erect now, holding up his boxers like a tent pole. I undid a button and pulled his cock through the whole in the front.

I double checked to make sure I hadn’t missed any tattoos and was relieved to find his shaft smooth, soft, and free of any unnecessary markings.

I pulled on him with two hands, softly at first, then increasing the pressure until he reached down and grabbed my hands to make it stop. With his hands still holding my wrists, I bent down and kissed the pale pink head of his penis.

He squeezed his ass cheeks together and released his grips on my wrists.

“I am very sorry I mistrusted you,” I said as I slid my tongue down his shaft until I reached his balls.

I gently sucked on one while holding the other in my hand.

Aiden watched me intently, an almost growl-like noise leaving his throat each time I popped my lips off of him.

I told him to stand up.

I knew what most men wanted, what their fantasies looked like. I was no virgin and I had seen enough TV to get the picture.

You don’t need to snoop around at porn sites to see what men like. Just turn on your TV for five minutes and you can get a pretty damn good idea.

Aiden stood up and I remained on my knees.

When he saw that I wasn’t following him into a standing position his eyes grew wide.

I grasped his cock with both hands and rubbed the head on my wet lips, using my thumbs to rub circles where the head met the shaft.

He ran his hands through my hair.

With my right hand clutching the base of his shaft, I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could while I kept one hand on his ass, pushing his pelvis into me.

I felt him shudder, and his cock harden slightly.

I continued kissing, stroking, and licking him.

I could tell he was trying to impress me with his
stamina,
but eventually he couldn’t go on any longer.

His cock hardened even more for a split second, and I knew I had him. I stroked him with both hands, pointing the tip of his penis at my chest.

He moaned.

He growled.

He nearly yelled out my name.

He came.

It was quite a mess.

He
was dripping down my chest in warm streams
.

Aiden looked at me and seemed slightly embarrassed. He grabbed a corner of the bed sheets and started wiping me down, his cock still semi-hard, bouncing as he wiped.

I could tell he was slightly put off by it all.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you like that?” I asked.

I thought it was every man’s dream to be brought to organism via oral pleasures.

“I fucking loved it,” he said.

“Well, I just wanted you to know how I really feel about you.”

It sounded fake coming out of my mouth, and I am sure my feminist friends back in New York would say that I had taken ten steps backwards for women’s rights everywhere by satisfying a man while on my knees, but I didn’t care.

I wanted to show Aiden how sorry I was for not trusting him beforehand, and that was the first thing that popped into my mind — and mouth for the matter.

After Aiden finished cleaning me off, we snuggled on the fluffy bed in the middle of tree house, surrounded my twinkle lights and shear white fabric hanging from the ceiling.

It was perfect.

I would have been perfectly happy to have ended the evening there. I felt a wholeness come back into my life.

My eyes grew heavy. I was almost asleep until Aiden rolled over, looked me in the eyes and kissed me like he meant it.

I never did end up going to sleep that night.

Chapter 19

“Peyton?”

She was scribbling furiously on some piece of paper, her eyes darting back and forth between what she was writing and the computer screen.

She didn't look up.

I knocked gently on her office door, just quiet enough to not actually mean it, but loud enough to feel like I did.

“Peyton,” I whispered, “do you have a second?”

Still nothing.

I took a step into her office.

That got her attention.

She looked up at me with surprise and disgust written across her face in plain English. Her hand scribbled for a second and then stopped. She dropped the pen.