Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(42)

“You’re so beautiful Aria,” he said, “I love being inside you.” His kisses and his words flowed through me like blood in my veins.

He lowered his head sliding his tongue across my lips before sealing his mouth over mine, licking deeply into my mouth as he released my wrists. The kiss was interrupted by his grunts as he expertly moved his cock in an out of my over-filled cunt. “Aria, you feel so f*cking good,” he breathed, as he buried his face in my neck.

Every touch engaged parts of me that he had discovered and that I now knew only he could sate. Every stroke was focused; targeting that spot that released all of my control to him. He gave every part of himself with each slow drive into me. The essence of his being was utterly transferred into me with each gentle thrust. He had control of a part of me that I didn’t know existed … a part that only he could touch … a part that lusted for him, wanted him and needed him.

“Aiden, please don’t stop,” I panted. My heart was beating so rapidly; it resonated in my ears. I was connected to this man in a way that I couldn’t understand, a way that denied logic. Each gentle invasion took me higher and higher, floating above Boston, floating above all of the pain and uncertainty of this world. My mind was free and my body was his. I closed my eyes and fell deeper into the world he’d taken me to. I was floating, above the clouds in a place that only he and I existed. The feel of his skin on mine was electric. I was about to explode.

“There it is Princess. Cum for me.” My body arched into his as he sealed my mouth with his, absorbing my moans. My tongue seductively danced with his as my hands tightly clutched his back. The slow intense thrusts into me were tender and deep. He pushed into me, giving all of himself to me in a way he never had. Each kiss had a different meaning. Each thrust was an emotional journey to the center of my soul. Each touch expressed the depth of his desire for me. He guided me on my stomach and planted soft kisses on my back before lowering his hard body onto mine, spreading my legs and reentering me. His mouth was on my neck, kissing and licking. “Ah, shit,” he groaned, as he sank into me. I grasped the sheets as he went deeper.

“Does this feel good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I responded, breathlessly.

He reached underneath my chest placing his hands on my shoulders pulling me down as he pushed into me. His skin was hot and wet against mine. He was touching every sensitive part of my being I didn’t want this to end. I wanted time to stand still.

He turned me and I was again lying on my back beneath his hard frame. He reached for my hands, interlacing our fingers above my head as he very slowly eased into me. My fingers tightened around his as he hit that spot that made me lose myself. He kissed my cheek and looked down at me. I stared into his eyes as he skillfully stroked my sex, filling me, adorning me, making love to both my mind and body.

I felt loved. I felt adorned. I felt complete. I was overwhelmed by the flood of emotion that accompanied the delicate worshipping of my body. Tears began rolling down my cheeks as this beautiful man made love to me. He looked down at me, his dark emeralds filled with an all-consuming passion. I watched his reaction to my tears; his eyes searching mine until understanding crossed his handsome face. He leaned down and softly kissed away my tears. We both knew that this moment sealed our fate. I was his and he was mine. “I love you Aria,” he said and lowered his lips to mine.

He pushed into me, so deep that he’d made us one. My body arched into his as I came again, moaning his name. I trembled as the intensity of the orgasm tore through me … touching every part of me. I felt the expansion of his already too large manhood explode inside me. The pulses seemed endless. He released my hands and cradled my face and stared into my eyes as his release continued.

As the last of his essence entered me, he adorned my forehead, cheeks and lips with soft chaste kisses, finally rolling over and pulling me to his chest. The soft music that had seemingly faded now enveloped us as we both lie there in the afterglow, surrounded by the sensual smell of sex.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

“How special you are to me … how special this moment was. If time could stand still I’d choose this moment,” he replied.

We both lay quietly listening to the other’s breathing, content after our love making and as if the universe heard our pleas, Enya’s Only Time, filled the room, enclosing us. For those brief moments, time really did stand still for us … two lovers finding their way and growing in love.

This was the first time I had ever made love and it was a feeling … an experience that left me speechless. I felt cherished, worshipped and so much love from him in this moment. Every wall, he’d knocked down. Every part of me, he’d explored. There was no going back. I was forever changed, forever touched …





CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Aiden, don’t leave,” I said, as I abruptly awoke from the recurring nightmare of Aiden morphing into my father.

“Hey. I’m here. Are you okay?”

I hugged him tightly, hoping his presence would force the memories of the dream away.

“Yeah, just had a bad dream,” I said.

“I’ll never leave Aria.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” I mumbled, more to myself than to him.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied.