The Rock Season (17 page)

Stevie smiled at me, encouraging me the entire time. Her breasts were so damn heavy and luscious I could barely restrain myself while suckling her like a starving man. She panted and moaned softly as I removed her panties and urged her onto her back. Her skin was so decadent. I couldn’t stop myself from tasting all she had to offer.

I must have moved a little faster than she thought I would because when I positioned myself to do some exploring, she cried out and sat up. “Aaron,” she said in surprise. I shook my head, kissing her mound.

“Please tell me this is ok because I’m dying here. I’ve got to taste you.”

Her eyes glazed over and she fell back onto her elbows. Her back arched way the fuck up when my tongue touched her, pushing her breasts toward the ceiling. I had to touch her, had to taste. I was out of my mind with need for her. It didn’t take long before her hips were quaking and she was crying out.

“Aaron,” she said in a tight voice.

“What’s wrong, love? Tell me what you need.”

She looked down at me and she looked so frustrated. Keeping our gazes locked, I inserted a finger and she gasped.

“Are you ok,” I said, worried I’d hurt her.

She shook her head. “I am, it feels amazing. I just can’t...”

I moved up to lie beside her. “I’m sorry. Is this too soon?”  

She shook her head. “No, no, it’s great! I’ve just always had a hard time, you know, having an orgasm.”

I pulled her into my chest and brushed back her hair. “I have to think part of that had to do with your partner, because you are so perfect, Stevie. I want to make you feel good and I’m not in any hurry, understand? You just tell me what you need, love.”

I didn’t think of the consequences that could arise from her telling me just what she wanted me to do. I almost lost control right then watching those alluring pink lips of hers telling me she needed more, wanted more of me. When I touched her and found her even more wet, I could barely contain my desire. I moved my hand where she needed it to be and this time I could feel she was letting go, giving herself over to me. I made my way down and replaced my hand with my tongue and moved two fingers inside her, trying to find that elusive G-spot. I knew when I’d found it. Her walls contracted tightly on me and her trembling grew stronger. The high-pitched cries coming from her nearly had me ejaculating on myself. Then I felt a change and knew she was about to come. The growl that came out of me was almost inhuman, but it was what she needed, that last push to send her over the edge.

“Aaron,” she shouted as she continued to tense around my hand in waves. It was sublime watching her come apart. She’d desperately needed a release and I was grateful I could give it to her. I touched and teased as long as she permitted before she scooted away, giggling.

“Oh, baby! I have never come like that before! God, that was so amazing, Aaron! Thank you.” She kissed me hungrily and I reveled in the touch of her hands caressing my chest, my back, my ass. When she touched my cock, that was it.

“Stevie,” I said, sounding in pain, even to myself.

“What is it, Aaron? What do you want,” she whispered, kissing my shoulders, biting down just so that it spread the goosebumps down my legs.

“You, love. I just want you. Will you let me inside,” I asked, seconds from losing all speech functions, again, in her presence.

“Yes! Please! Oh, um, I’m on birth control and I’m clean-”

“I am, too, but I’ll use a condom if it makes you-”

She kissed me hard, pulling on my shoulders to bring me on top of her. “I don’t want anything between us. Just love me.”

Those words were my undoing. I yanked my boxers off, ripping one of the seams, and then I was...trapped?

We both looked down to see that in our haste, my boots and socks had been left on, meaning my jeans and boxers were now wadded up around my ankles. Stevie cracked up and I just fell over, too exhausted to move. She slithered out from underneath me and helped to free me. I heard the boots hit the floor and she chucked my socks and jeans somewhere and then said, “Um, Aaron? I think these boxers are toast.” She held them up and I looked over my shoulder to see that they were almost torn in half.

I crashed down on my face and groaned. “Just throw them over by the bathroom. I’ll throw them away tomorrow.”

Then I felt her gentle hands on the backs of my calves, followed by her lips and then-

“Ahhh! Fuck! I should have guessed you’d be a biter,” I exclaimed when she took a hunk out of my ass.

“I can’t help it,” she giggled. “I’ve been wanting a bite of that since we discussed the merits of you wearing leather pants, which I still want to see, by the way. Meanwhile, you naked is just so incredibly delicious, I couldn’t help myself!” She dragged her hair over my thighs and back before settling down beside me.

I looked into her eyes for a long time, just wishing I had the right words to tell her how she made me feel. I was utterly and absolutely in love with her and I didn’t care that it was too soon! I loved her so much it was scary and wonderful at the same time. I worried I would freak her out if I told her in this moment, but I couldn’t take this any further without her knowing.

Stevie

The way Aaron was looking at me had me swooning. The past two days-scratch that-24 hours, had been a whirlwind of emotion both between he and I and he and his family. But this look, this look he gave me now, transcended all of that.

“Stevie, this is going to sound crazy, but-”

“You love me,” I said in a small voice.

His eyes widened and he nodded slowly. My cheeks were hurting again so I knew I had a huge smile on my face.

“How did you know I was going to say that,” he said, surprised.

I touched his face, running my fingers along his cheekbones and his eyebrows. “Your eyes. I could see you working something out and you looked how I felt. I love you, too, Aaron Ali Salaam McShane. Now are you going to make love to me?”  I raised an eyebrow at him and then I saw it, a lone tear.

“No! Aaron, what is it? I’m sorry!”  

He shook his head, laughing. “Don’t be sorry! I don’t know what! I’m just so full of emotion right now.”

I felt myself well up and for the first time in weeks. I felt the weight of my grief lifting. The intensity of my feelings for Aaron caused a new pressure, but it was a good pressure. One that I needed to feel more of at this very moment.

“Ok. Now that we’re clear, will you please climb up here and get back to work?”

He laughed and moved to cover me with his exquisite body. His expression told me he wanted to be sure I was ready for him. I reached down and touched him where he was hovering just above me. He sucked in a breath between his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, he looked determined.

He started to speak again, but then shook his head. “I can’t make you any promises regarding what we are about to do.”

I laughed out loud and he smiled down at me before kissing me tenderly, our eyes locked on each other’s. When he entered me, I watched the myriad emotions he was going through displayed in his gaze. He was so beautiful like this! His whole body was trembling and as I ran my hand down his back, he broke out in a sheen of sweat and cried out.

It was by far the most intimate and intense physical experience I’d shared with another person. I was worried that having the baby would cause things to feel different, less pleasurable. I worried for no reason. If anything, I was more sensitive than ever and it was almost too much.

We clung together, my legs wrapped around his hips, holding him as close as possible. He watched me the whole time. I wanted him to see and feel how wonderful this was. He started to shake even more and I could feel him straining against me. He moaned, “Stevie, I’m-”

“Let go, baby. Let it go,” I murmured to him. I could feel he was trying to hold back, but he needed this release more than I did. In just two more thrusts he groaned loudly and dropped his head to my shoulder. I felt his hips contract, his back arched, and his fingers dug into my shoulders. It was a few moments more before he completely relaxed against me.

“Stevie, that was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had. I couldn’t promise you it would be earthshaking, but I hope it was ok for a first time with a desperate man.”

I bit his chin and he yelped.

“It was extremely incredible,” I scolded, “so don’t go worrying about a thing! I think we both needed this.”

He rolled off of me and pulled me into his side. I draped my leg over his and just breathed him in.

“Next time, I promise, I’ll take better care of you. You just-”

“Aaron! It was exactly what I needed and wanted. I needed to feel you and I wanted to watch you lose yourself. Mission accomplished.”

He chuckled and kissed my hair. “I still don’t believe you’re real.”

I pushed up on my elbows so I could look down at him. “What do you mean? You aren’t imagining this,” I said, gesturing to our bodies twisted together. “If you’re imagining this, then how does that explain that I’m feeling so alive right now and so cherished? Because I am! Aaron, I’ve been kind of living in a grey world for a long time now, probably even before I was pregnant. I feel like I’m seeing and feeling colors again.”

He quirked his head to the side and grinned. “I know I’ve never seen such a spectacular shade of red in my life.” I rolled my eyes and he ran the backs of his knuckles along my shoulder and down my side. “And your skin is like priceless ivory. And your freckles are like the sand on a pristine beach. And your nipples are the color of delicate pink rose petals.”

I was totally giggling by this time. I smacked his thigh and said, “Come on, Shakespeare. I’m serious!”

He rolled onto his side to face me, rubbing the spot I’d just slapped.

“I am serious! I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman, Stevie. I felt so fucking good inside you.”

Ok, so much for Shakespeare!

“That’s more like it. You felt pretty fucking awesome inside me!”

He laughed and pulled my hips against him. He gazed down at our bodies touching, the contrast of our skin colors, the variation in our frames; his long, lean and firm, mine soft and curvy. I had a moment of insecurity.

“Aaron? I want you to be totally honest with me.”

He frowned and linked our hands together against his chest. “Of course, love. What is it?”

I was nervous to ask him. I almost wanted to pretend like it didn’t matter. “Did it feel different because I had a baby? I mean, I know you’ve had other lovers before and everyone is different. But could you, like, tell?”

A pained expression crossed his face. “Stevie, were you worried about that?”  

I nodded and gave him a weak smile.

He exhaled loudly and rolled me over onto my back. “Let me give you a little anatomy lesson. I never saw you naked before your pregnancy so this is just speculation. I’m guessing this curve right here is new?”  He ran his fingertips lightly over the faint stretch marks and slight bump under my navel.

I giggled and whispered, “That tickles!”

He raised an eyebrow and I tried to get serious. “I love the way it feels against me. It fits just right. Next, your breasts. They aren’t quite as large as they were when I saw you pregnant, but I’m guessing they are fuller?” I nodded, biting on my lip. “They’re sexy as hell, by the way,” he breathed, his knuckles brushing against my nipples, bringing them to life once again. “But here,” he said reverently as he ran his fingers gently along my core. “Here you are hot, swollen, soft, and perfect. And I mean perfect, Stevie. I want to get lost here.”

I sighed and covered his hand with mine. “I like you here,” I said in a husky voice I hardly recognized.

His eyes turned dark and he leaned in to kiss me, his hand still stroking me lightly. We were both breathing heavy again when he pulled back and cleared his throat.

“Um, Stevie?”

I nuzzled up to his neck and kissed him. “Yes, Aaron?”

He gave a frustrated sigh. “I’m, uh, often a one-trick pony. At least this soon. I’m sorry.”

I started laughing heartily and he looked confused.

“I didn’t intend on making a joke,” he retorted and I got a hold of myself in a hurry.

“I’m sorry, baby! I was just thinking that was a really good trick!”

He rolled his eyes and sat up on the edge of the bed. I reached over and ran my fingernails down his spine, causing him to flex his back.

“Hey! I am sorry. I wasn’t expecting anything other than some hard-core cuddling after that, Aaron. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

He glanced at me over his shoulder and chuckled. “Hard-core, huh?”  

I licked my lips and fell back on the pillows. “Oh yeah, baby. I’m talking some serious skin-on-skin action. Some spooning, some snuggling. I want it all!”

He reached back and touched my thigh, giving it a squeeze. “I could be into that. I’ll be back in a minute. Can I get you anything to drink? I’m afraid I only have water or tea. I don’t keep much-”

“I could use some water if you’re headed that way, please?” I batted my eyelashes at him and he groaned.

He stood and walked over to the kitchenette. After admiring the view, I glanced at the clock. It had officially been twenty-four hours since I’d come home with him and so much had happened! I’d met the family, we’d shared the insane fact that we loved each other, and we’d had an incredible session of lovemaking and body-worshipping. And it was all too good to be true. I rolled over on my side and I felt myself starting to panic. What if I allowed myself to believe everything about this situation, that I’d found a perfect guy with an awesome family who said he loved me and gave me the orgasm of my life? What if I believed it and the Fates said, ‘Oh, we were just fucking with you. You’re Fated to be alone.’ I tried to wipe the fear from my mind, but I felt myself starting to curl up in a ball. Maybe this was too soon? Maybe I was just feeling this intensity because…

“Hey, love. Here’s some water.” He must have seen my panic because his expression was worried. “Come here,” he said softly and I went hesitantly into his embrace. He held me for a long time before he asked, “Stevie, what’s going on?”

It was an even longer time before I could put it into words. “How do you know if something’s too good to be true, Aaron?”

I felt him take in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You give it time,” he said quietly. “You give it trust and faith, and you give it prayer.”

And that was what I needed to hear. I curled up closer to him and heaved a huge sigh of relief when he held on tight.

“This is true,” he said softly. “I prayed for you and I have to believe my prayer was answered.”

I smiled against his chest, kissing him there before my lids grew too heavy to stay open. Just before I slipped into sleep, he whispered, “I love you, Stevie. I’m going to prove it to you.”