Authors: Rene Webb
“Who’s Russell?” Jordan asks, changing her mode of attack. “Is he as smokin’ as Aaron?”
“He’s Aaron’s dog,” I say laughing, grabbing my mocha from the microwave. “He’s more adorable than ‘smokin,’ and his kisses aren’t nearly as nice.”
I walk over and flop myself down onto the corner of the sofa, to relax and resume my morning wakeup ritual. Jordan follows behind me and sits down next to me, eating one of my strawberry yogurts.
I really hope that’s not the last one. I had plans for it later.
Several minutes later, my phone vibrates and beeps nearby, and I pick it up from where it’s laying on the coffee table. Looking at the screen, I see that I’ve received a new text message.
Aaron: Russell wanted to say hi.
Smiling, I quickly send a reply.
Nina: Russell? :D
“Who’s texting you?” Jordan asks, between mouthfuls.
“Russell,” I say plainly as a reply to my text rapidly comes in.
Aaron: Yes, he really liked meeting u.
“A
dog
is texting you?”
“Aaron is doing it for him,” I say, smiling with a
duh
expression, as she just continues to look confused.
“He’s texting you, pretending to be a dog?”
“No,” I say distractedly, as I attempt to type out another reply.
Nina: I really enjoyed meeting him. He’s a gr8 kisser. ;)
Looking up at Jordan, I add, “He’s just being silly, telling me Russell enjoyed meeting me.”
“He sounds as crazy as you are,” Jordan says derisively.
Aaron: Better than me?!!!
Nina: Ummm... Pleading the 5th ;)
Aaron: Naughty girls get spanked.
Nina: Promise? :D
Aaron: Behave!
Aaron: See u 2night.
“Why are you laughing?” Jordan asks, breaking my focus away from the screen in my hand.
“He’s just being silly,” I say, as I quickly send my final message.
Nina: Have a good day. Thnx u 4 the mocha! xxx
I adore—
I love
—how playful and silly he can be. There’s no mistaking that he’s an alpha
,
take charge kind of male, but he fills me with a warmth that I didn't know existed within me.
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“What’s all this?” I ask, letting Aaron into the apartment later that afternoon. He's carrying several plastic grocery bags filled with what I can only assume is food.
“I promised you we’d start with dessert,” he says grinning, walking past me and into the kitchen. Closing the door, I follow him to where he's dropping the bags onto the counter.
Turning, Aaron gathers me tightly in his arms. I automatically melt, feeling the cold air clinging to him from outside. Our lips touch in what I expect to be an aggressive, plundering kiss, but I’m surprised by his teasing nips and sucks. His hot breath is a stark contrast to his cold lips, but I’m slowly warming them with my own.
We both groan in pleasure, tightening our hold on one another. His hard body is pressing into mine as he backs us up against the nearest surface, the counter. The hands that had been tangled in my hair move down and cup my bottom. Aaron lifts me easily onto the counter, pushes my knees apart, and steps between my thighs, bringing our bodies even closer together.
Heaven.
“Hello, Sunshine,” he says, breathing hard as he pulls away slightly.
“H−hello,” I reply shakily, slowly coming back to my senses.
After this morning’s coffee delivery, all I thought about the entire day was tonight’s date.
Goddess, I’ve gone crazy!
I’ve been completely consumed with Aaron and how much I’m coming to really
like-like
him. I got nothing productive done today, except for making sure that I was showered, shaved, and properly plucked.
“I know you said that you like ice cream, so I thought we could skip dinner and make each other sundaes?” Aaron says the statement as a question.
As if I could ever say no to ice cream.
Loosening his hold and taking one hand off of my back, he tucks a stray curl that had come loose from my ponytail behind my ear. His hand lingers on my neck as his thumb strokes my cheek.
“Sounds yummy.” I say, grinning happily, not just because ice cream is possibly the best gift the Goddess has ever given mankind, but also because the whole idea is so
darn
thoughtful.
“Good. Now I didn’t know what your favorite flavor was, so I got Neapolitan,” he says, letting me go he quickly strips off and hangs up his jacket before digging through the bags to find the large carton of ice cream.
“Vanilla, or rather Vanilla Bean,” I inform him, hopping off the counter. I take the carton from him and place it on the counter before digging out the ice cream scoop from a nearby drawer.
“Really?” he asks. “Doesn’t seem like the favorite flavor of someone who wants to be spanked.”
“
Aaron
,” I say shyly.
Grinning mischievously, he hooks me around the waist and pulls me back into his arms. “Even though your ass looks great in those tights—”
“Leggings,” I correct him with a smile.
“Even though your ass looks great in those
leggings
,” he says, moving both his hands down to palm by bottom. “I’d have to take them off first. Along with any sexy underwear that I know you’ve got on.”
I can’t help but smile happily that, even though he didn’t say anything about it before, he
had
noticed that I wore sexy underwear last week for our date.
Pulling me even closer, he whispers hotly in my ear, “
I’d want full access
.”
I shiver and melt into him, as visions of what those words mean race through my mind. I wrap my arms around his neck and press in closer, moaning as he trails nipping kisses down my neck.
“Don’t worry, Sunshine. If we ever act out any of our mutual fantasies, I guarantee you’d
come
to enjoy it,” he says, putting emphasis on the word
come
, which makes me giggle.
“So, um, what else did you get?” I ask, attempting to change the subject.
“The usual suspects—chocolate syrup, caramel sauce, peanut butter, chopped nuts, jimmies, mini-marshmallows, and of course, whipped cream.”
“Of course.” I reply smiling, as we separate and begin to unpack the remaining groceries neatly onto the counter.
“Do you save these?” he asks, holding up the empty plastic bags.
“Yeah, there's a container under the sink,” I reply, directing him to our jumbled collection of grocery bags.
Watching him find his way around my kitchen, I’m struck by how effortless our time together is. Sure, there’s some awkwardness and nerves—mostly on my part—but I feel completely at ease with Aaron.
It scares the
bejeezus
out of me!
“What kind of ice cream?”
“Chocolate. And you want Vanilla.”
“Yes, please.” I say, trying in vain to scoop the chocolate ice cream. “This is really hard. We might need to nuke it.”
“Some things are meant to be
hard
,” he whispers naughtily in my ear from behind as he brings his arms around and pins me to the counter, placing two bowls in front of me. “Fuck, you smell good, Sunshine.”
Giggling, I push back against him and wiggle my bottom into his growing hardness.
“Stop that.”
“Stop
what
?” I ask feigning innocence, and teasing him again.
“You’re playing with me, and I’d like some ice cream,
before
my dessert
,
” he growls, nipping at my earlobe.
“Aaron.” I groan, grinding back into him as he begins leaving gentle kisses along my neck.
“Does someone want to be spanked?” he asks, groaning. Pausing his assault, Aaron moves a hand between our two bodies to palm my bottom and caress it firmly.
“Maybe,” I answer breathlessly, unsure of whether I’m really ready to venture down that particularly kinky road.
“That’s not an answer, Sunshine.” He says chuckling into my neck, where he’s leaving sucking kisses, and no doubt at least one hickey.
“
Yes
.” I find myself whispering. My heart is beating out of my chest, and my sex is pulsing with need at the very idea. I add nervously, “
Gently
.”
Aaron’s breath is suddenly labored. He removes his hand from my body and places it back on the counter, caging me in.
“Are you sure?” his voice has lowered to a primal decibel, and is filled with desire.
“Yes,” I say more confidently, pushing my body back into his. “I trust you.”
Wordlessly, Aaron takes a step back and raises my long, knit sweater up to my waist, and then lowers my leggings—underwear and all
.
Cold air hits my bare skin, and I shiver as my leggings fall around my ankles.
Goddess, am I really doing this?
“Spread your legs,” Aaron commands gently, standing to one side of my body.
Slowly, I widen my stance, feeling even more vulnerable. Aaron steps closer, placing his foot between my legs. I can feel his arousal pressing into my hip. Having him so close, feeling warmth radiating off of his body, makes me feel safe—
protected
.
Aaron slips one arm between my chest and the counter as he holds me against himself. His other hand begins slowly caressing my naked bottom.
“Beautiful,” he whispers into my ear. His hand slips from my backside, and he moves to tease my increasingly wet sex. “You are already excited for me.”
“Yes,” I whisper, leaning my body further into his as he continues his gentle caressing.
“Is my woman ready for me to spank her perfect ass?” he asks, moving his hand back up to rub my bottom with firm strokes.
“
Yes
,” I moan, my body tingling with pent-up desire.
“Relax and lean over the counter,” he instructs. “I promise not to redden your ass
too
much.”
“Okay,” I giggle nervously, leaning over the counter and attempting to relax—
which isn’t easy
.
“Three swats for teasing me.” Aaron continues to firmly caress my bottom, warming me with his touch. I’m burning with a mixture of anxiety and need.
“Is it even considered teasing when I fully intend on following through?” I ask breathlessly.
“Yes.” Aaron's low chuckle rumbles through me. “You ready, Sunshine?”
“Yes.”
“One,” he says, smacking me on one side. Although Aaron is clearly not using his full strength, the spank is no light tap, either. I jump with surprise, and not just at the moan I hear myself utter
.
I’m tingling all over, radiating out from the point of contact.
“
Aaron
!” I gasp as he begins softly rubbing where he’d just struck me. The sting begins to fizzle into pure heat, landing in my increasingly aching sex. My breasts are rubbing against the counter, making my nipples erect and throbbing. I’m awash in sensation, completely lost in the feeling.
I don’t even notice that he’s removed his hand until I hear him say, “Two,” before smacking the opposite side.
I groan as my inner muscles twitch and my sex creams with excitement. Aaron gives that side the same treatment, firmly caressing the stinging flesh.
“
Three
.” Aaron whispers, excitement clear in his voice. Only this time, his palm lands hard against my wet, aching sex.
“
Aaron
,” I moan loudly, beginning to unconsciously grind myself against his hand, seeking relief from my pent-up need.
Goddess, I’ve never felt this desperate to come before!
“Don't worry, Sunshine. I've got you,” he says with a low growl as his two fingers press against my opening and he easily enters the slick channel.
“Fuck, you're drenched.” Aaron groans, as his length hardens against my hip. “My woman enjoys being spanked.”
“
Yes.
” I moan with pleasure at his fingers gliding in and out, while his calloused thumb begins expertly working my clit.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” he encourages gruffly.
“I need you inside of me,” I respond weakly, moving my body against his and stroking the arm that’s around my middle. “Please, Aaron.”
“I’ve got no fuckin’ control where you’re concerned, Sunshine,” he grumbles.
“Is that a bad thing?” I giggle.
“This doesn’t count,” he says out of nowhere, before stepping away and moving to stand behind me.
“What doesn’t count?”
My body hums in anticipation as I hear his zipper lower, followed by the crinkle of a condom wrapper.