Cautious (4 page)

"I need…" His hands were between their bodies. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but at the distinctive sound of his zipper being undone she could hazard a guess. "God damn, Misty, I need you so bad." Aaron had one leg on the floor and the other was kneeling between her legs. His upper body was bent over her, his mouth and tongue keeping her occupied, making it impossible for her to tell him to stop—if that in fact was what she wanted to do—which it wasn't.
The tearing of a foil packet…a condom?
At least he's prepared, she thought. They were officially past the point of no return and surprisingly, she was okay with that. It was just sex after all. The physical joining of two bodies as they pleasured one another. It's not like she was in love with the guy or anything. That would just be plain crazy.

Aaron
settled between her legs, his hard body once again covering hers, and she felt the head of his cock pressing against the opening of her pussy. A startled cry of pleasure followed by a low moan escaped her lips as her body stretched to accommodate him.

"Fuck," he groaned low and guttural. Misty looked at his face. It was contorted in a grimace, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw taut, and his teeth clenched. She wondered if it was a grimace of pain or pleasure. Her vagina had always been on the small side and tight. Having only been with two other men, it's not like
she was accustomed to having it worked out.

Her eyes closed when she felt him push all the way into her. Holy hell he was big! Her inner walls pulsed and throbbed around his hard cock, her clit tingled as the feel of his black curls brushing over it. Once her body acclimated to his intrusion it started to feel good, incredible even, and she rotated her hips ever so slightly.

"Don't. Move!" Aaron growled his eyes boring into hers like daggers.

She stared at him dumbfounded. "What?"

"So tight," he grunted then slowly began to move.

"Oh!" Misty moaned as she too began to move beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Christ you feel so good." He scraped his teeth along the column of her neck and she shuddered from the sensation. "You fit around my cock like a glove. So good," he repeated.

It felt like the boat was spinning, as if caught in the force of a whirlpool. Her neck arched, her eyes closed, and her breathing so labored and shallow it made her dizzy.
Aaron continued to thrust into her, hard, fast, deep, flesh slapping against flesh. He was right. It was so good. She never wanted it to end even though she could feel herself, and him, reaching their climaxes. If she thought he was large before, feeling him swell inside of her with his imminent release quickly changed her mind. It was an overload of pleasure bordering on pain and she'd never felt anything like it before. It was absolutely incredible.

"God, Aaron, yes," she screamed before her words became nothing more than a weak chanting of his name.

With one final plunge of his cock he dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her flesh. His softening cock jerked inside of her, the remnants of his orgasm leaving his body. "I'm sorry," he mumbled against her neck.

She chuckled. "For what?"

Aaron adjusted his weight into his arms and smiled down at her. "That wasn't my best performance. I'm usually not so quick."

Not his best performance? Was he kidding? It was pretty spectacular in her opinion. She grinned. "I guess you'll just have to show me how it's
supposed to be done the next time won't you?"

"Now?" he asked with a cocked brow.

"I don't have anywhere else to be." Oh my god, I can't believe I just said that. It was only supposed to be one time to satisfy her deprived libido, not turn into a sex marathon. Face it, girl, your libido isn't even close to being satisfied.

Aaron pulled out of her and stood, extending his hand to help her up off the couch. "
Okay, but I'm taking you to my bed this time."

Misty followed him to the sleeping quarters, both shedding what remained of their clothes along the way. A large round bed took up most of the small room, which was decorated with black and robin's egg blue bedding.

"Come here," Aaron said reaching for her and pulling her into his arms. She willingly went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, opening her mouth for his eager tongue, and pressing her naked body to his. He kissed her softly as he picked her up and laid her on the bed. Coming over her, he fumbled for a condom in the bedside stand and rolled it on. His forearms rested on either side of her head and he brushed the hair from her forehead. "I knew from the moment I saw you," he said peppering her lips and chin with kisses.

"Knew what?" Misty stroked his hair, licking and nipping at his neck.

"That I had to have you." Aaron used his thighs to spread her legs and then he slid his cock deep inside of her. Misty dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades and cried out in needy abandon. "Mine," he bit out, "you're mine!"

"Yes!" She had no idea what she was saying yes to—the mind blowing pleasure he was giving her or that he'd just laid claim to her. Maybe it was to both. Whatever it was, she'd deal with the repercussions tomorrow. Right now she was too wrapped up in being with him, of being in his arms, and how he was making slow, steady love to her.

Misty
had her keys in her hand, mindlessly fidgeting with them as she and Aaron stood in the hallway outside of her apartment. It was close to three in the morning and their first official date was coming to an end. He'd practically begged her to spend the night on the boat with him, but she'd adamantly refused. Having sex was one thing, a cuddling sleepover was another. Then it dawned on her. She'd had sex with Aaron on their first date. Good god that was so unlike her. She had to get away from him and try to clear her mind. "Well, thanks for tonight," she said.

He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. "I
should be thanking you," he said with a wickedly sexy smile. "It's not too late to go back to the boat you know."

She chuckled. "Thank you but I can't."

"Can I see you again?"

Misty noticed that Aaron's mouth was getting progressively closer to hers. She nervously licked her lips. If he kissed her like he had on the boat she was going to crack and either invite him to spend the night here or go back to the boat with him. It was becoming clearer by the second just how dangerous Aaron was to her self-control.
He reminded her too much of Richard in that regard and that wasn't a good thing. She cleared her throat. "My sister is staying with me for a few days and I feel bad enough leaving her alone tonight, so can I maybe call you or something?"

Aaron put his lips to hers, first in a whisper of need then in a demanding, I'm going to get what I want sort of way. He backed her up so she was pinned between the door and him. His fingers grazed over
her breast and she leaned into him, moaning his name. "I'll give you one day, Misty, then you're all mine," he said releasing her and taking a step back. "Good night, beautiful."

When he was out of sight, Misty exhaled loudly and went in to her apartment wearing a smile that could only be compared to that of a Cheshire cat.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Jesus!" Misty put her hand over her racing heart. "You scared the crap out of me, Mandy." Misty tossed her purse on the couch and went into the kitchen where her sister sat at the table. "I've been out with Aaron. What're you doing up at this hour anyway?" Surely Amanda hadn't been waiting up for Misty out of concern. That just wasn't Amanda's style.

"I couldn't sleep," Amanda said with a shrug. "So, how was it?"

Misty sat across from her sister. "He took me out on his boat
. It was amazing," she said dreamily as she propped her elbow on the table and dropped her chin into her palm.

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Did you have sex with him?"

"Mandy!" she exclaimed with a startled laugh. The more and more she talked with her sister the more evident it became that there was something seriously going on with Amanda. Her sister had never once, not even in all the time Misty had been dating Richard, asked how one of her dates had been much less inquired about her sex life. "Is everything okay with you?"

"I'm in trouble, Misty," Amanda said averting her gaze.

"What kind of trouble?"

"I'm pregnant."

Goose bumps erupted on Misty's arms. Amanda was pregnant? That wasn't possible. Amanda was very firm in her decision not to have children—ever. Her fiancé, Scott, had agreed. It's one of the reasons they'd clicked from the beginning. "How? I mean…" Misty shook her head. "What does Scott think?"

"He's furious."

"Well…" Misty knew she had to speak carefully. Amanda was known for her temper. "Have you two discussed your options? I mean, there are options, right? I'm sure if you give him some time he'll come around. Who knows? Maybe you'll both decide that you want this baby."

"It's not his baby," Amanda whispered.

"What?" Misty knew she heard that wrong. Amanda loved Scott with her entire heart and soul. Amanda was faithful to a fault. What the hell had happened?

"It's not Scott's baby." Amanda returned her gaze to Misty's. "I had an affair."

Misty just sat there, mouth agape, eyes wide, and her face colored with shock. She was having trouble processing what Amanda was saying. It just wasn't possible.

"I felt so guilty about the affair that I told Scott almost immediately after it happened. He was pissed, rightfully, but he said he was willing to work on forgiving me if I swore I'd never seen the man again. Of course I agreed. Scott is everything to me." Amanda stood and put a kettle of water on the stove to heat. She took two mugs from the cabinet and put a teabag in each. "Things were going okay," she continued, "we were doing okay. Then I found out I was pregnant."

"How do you know it's not Scott's?" Misty asked as she got up and pulled a tin from the top of the refrigerator.  It was filled with Biscotti—Misty's guilty indulgence. She hid the tin behind boxes of Ziploc baggies, tinfoil, and other miscellaneous items that didn't fit inside the cupboards. She carried it back to the table and sat.

"Scott and I haven't had sex in over six months. Why do you think I had the affair in the first place?"

"I thought you and Scott were happy."

"
I thought so too, but there was a few times when we'd try to make love and he couldn't get an erection, or if he did he couldn't keep it. At first I thought it was me. So I did everything in my power to make myself more attractive to him. I had my hair styled, a manicure, pedicure, a full body wax. I even went and bought a shitload of lingerie. Nothing helped." Amanda drew a shaky breath and took the now steaming kettle from the stove. She filled both cups and carried them back to the table. She sat, her eyes downcast, her shoulders slumped.

Misty's heart broke for her sister. She had no idea things were going so horribly for Amanda. Misty knew Scott was the center of Amanda's world and to think she'd lost him—it was unbearable.

"When that didn't work I begged him to go see a doctor, but he refused. We fought about it constantly. Finally I just gave up. Scott withdrew from me, our friends, and our social commitments. Everything. I felt so helpless. So when another man started showing some interest in me, I caved."

Misty wrapped her hands around her mug and brought it to her lips, taking a sip. "I'm so sorry, Amanda." She set her cup down and reached for her sister's hand. "I know we've never been close, but I'm always here for you. You know that, right?"

Amanda nodded. "I'd told Scott about the baby the day before you called from the hospital. He was furious. He yelled at me, called me a whore. When you called I looked at it as an opportunity to put some space between me and him. As I was leaving he told me not to bother coming back. Ever." She hastily wiped at her tears.

Standing, Misty went to the opposite side of the table where her sister sat and hugged her. It was an act of kindness, a gesture that neither woman had ever given to the other. "You can stay here as long as you want, Mandy."

"Really?"

"Of course." Misty smiled and returned to her seat. She opened the tin, grabbed a Biscotti, and then slid the tin down the table to Amanda. "Here. Eat something bad for you. It'll make you feel better."

Amanda laughed and took two Biscotti from the tin. "Thanks, sis."

Sis—that was a term neither of them had ever used toward each other before, at least not in an affectionate sort of way. "So, who is the father then?"

"I'd rather not say. I haven't had a chance to tell him about the baby yet. Hell, I don't even know if I should." Amanda chewed on her Biscotti. "I have a feeling he'll react worse than Scott did."

Misty yawned. It was almost four in the morning and exhaustion was setting in. "Well, whatever you decide, I'm here for you and I'll do whatever I can to help." She stood and carried her up to the sink. "Night, Mandy."

"Night," Amanda said, still sitting at the table sipping her tea.

***

Misty kicked the covers off her and rolled over with an agitated sigh. Despite heavy eyelids and the inability to form a coherent thought she hadn't been able to fall asleep. Every time she'd close her eyes, Aaron's face would appear. His strong, masculine jaw; his dazzling baby blues; soft, kissable lips and solid arms that had felt amazing wrapped around her. And the things he'd said to her. It's like they came straight from a romance novel. "God damn, Misty, I need you so bad." "I have never wanted any woman as much as I want you." "I knew from the moment I saw you that I had to have you." "Mine! You're mine!"