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I squeal as he continues to torture me. When he stops, I breathlessly ask, “Can I grab my wine now, or are you going to manhandle me again, thinking I’m moving?”
“I like to manhandle you,” he whispers in my ear. My whole body trembles. Ugh, this is exactly why I thought it was better if I was across the couch.
“How about you manhandle the remote and turn the movie on already.” I giggle, moving to grab my wine. I empty my glass trying to drown the heat tickling deep down in my belly.
Avoiding sitting back down right away, I go to the bathroom, fill my wine back up, and turn out the lights. By the time I sit back down, I feel like I’ve seized control of my body.
But how stupid am I? Aiden wraps his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my stomach, and that control I thought I had flies out the window. As he watches the movie, he’s not even aware of how his simple touch affects me. I’m so confused right now. How can I have an incessant craving for his touch, yet when I think about having sex I start to tremble? It’s like my body is playing a really twisted game. And I’m definitely not the winner.
“Stop thinking,” he whispers.
I try to relax and watch the movie, but every time he moves, my body reacts. His thumb mindlessly rubbing my stomach. The slightest touch of his head against mine when he takes a sip of his beer. Just the feel of his chest moving from breathing has my overstimulated nerves on fire. Is there a movie playing? I wouldn’t even know because I’m so wound up.
Baby steps. My therapist says take baby steps. For the sake of my sanity I have to do something. Right now I’m so turned on that if he just said the word pussy, I’d have an orgasm. I want to grab his hand and stick it down my pants. I shiver just thinking about him touching me. I blow out a shaky breath, standing to get some air. As I stand, the effects of downing wine are apparent. I’m not sure though if it’s the wine that’s burning me or the gorgeous man staring up at me.
“What’s wrong, Addison?” I’m pacing, fanning myself.
“Be right back,” I murmur, walking to the bedroom, the wine fueling my courage.
Baby steps, it is.
There is only one thing that’s going to satiate this fire. I just hope it doesn’t fuel another one. I unzip my bag and grab a small pouch. I noticed it this morning when I was getting my stuff to take a shower. It must have been in there since we went to the beach last year. When I walk back into the living room, Aiden has paused the movie and is watching me with eagle eyes.
I sit down next to him, and I’m suddenly nervous. How do I ask him this? I inhale deeply, letting it slowly out. “So…” I pause for a second, “…I have a homework assignment.”
He raises a curious eyebrow. Grabbing his hand, I empty the little black bag’s contents in his hand. He looks at it and his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. Wrapping his hand around the small bullet, he looks back up to me. A salacious grin spreads across his face.
“So, what exactly is your homework assignment?”
“I’m supposed to masturbate,” I say quickly as I feel the heat of embarrassment spread over my face. I bite my lip, looking away from his grin. Shit, this just got awkward.
He cups my face with his hand, lifting it so my eyes meet his. “You sure you want my help?”
“Five minutes ago I was sure.” I let out a nervous laugh.
He leans forward. His lips brush mine and any awkward feelings I have diminish. I lean into the kiss and open for him. He moans when our tongues touch. He explores my mouth with such a soft caress as his hand runs through my hair. Nipping my bottom lip when he pulls back, he softly says, “If it gets to be too much, tell me to stop.” His eyes swirl with concern, lust, and love. I can only nod.
My breathing accelerates, not from being scared, but anticipation. He sits on the edge of the couch, lying me down. He lies to my side, head resting on his hand, and his eyes never leave mine. His hand travels painstakingly slow down my torso. As soon as his hand cups my sex, my back arches off the couch. I moan out with pleasure.
Aiden leans over and whispers in my ear, “Fuck. Still so responsive to me.”
My body shudders at his words. He moves his hand back up, moving it inside my shorts. I bite my lip, staring up into his eyes. He lowers his head and sucks on the lip I was just biting. My hips move of their own accord when Aiden’s fingers graze my clit.
My thought process becomes hazy as my body takes over, giving my mind the night off. My insides quiver when his finger skirts over my opening. The touch of his fingers are light, yet they have a purpose. His eyes stay glued to mine. It’s hard for me to keep my eyes open as the feelings rush through me. A feeling I’ve missed. A feeling I took for granted before. A feeling I thought I never would get back.
I can feel the wetness pooling as his finger’s pressure intensifies. I’m practically humping his hand, wishing he’d just get inside me.
“Aiden,” I plead. He slightly nods and smiles.
When his finger finally presses inside of me, I moan loudly. His fingers tease in and out of me. When I feel the vibration of the bullet on my clit, my body starts convulsing almost immediately.
“Oh, God! Aiden,” I scream and contract around his fingers, and he lets out a moan. My nails are digging into his muscular arms as I hold on through my release. I feel lightheaded and my breaths are erratic. He kisses me like he’s trying to breathe for me. Deep and passionate.
I did it. Well, I didn’t do it, Aiden did. I giggle to myself. The post orgasmic haze starts to clear, and I open my eyes to find Aiden staring intently at me.
“Thanks,” I say softly.
“Sweetheart, any … and I mean any time,” he chuckles, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. When he leans down, the feel of his hard bulge rubbing against my leg has my body humming already. The need to satisfy him has me pushing him on his back, straddling him.
