Finding Sunshine (16 page)

Golly!

I lift my legs further onto his back and grab his bottom as we move together in the punishing, wild, wonderful rhythm that’s bringing me closer and closer to climax.

The bed shakes and groans along with us, making me briefly wonder if we’ll end up in a heap on the floor.

Goddess!

I’m suddenly overcome with sensation as I reach another climax. It comes over me in a quick wave of pleasure. I grab Aaron’s bottom, bucking against his possession as I fall over, moaning his name. My sex squeezes and grabs the source that had given me so much pleasure.

“Fuck. Your pussy is strong. It’s like a vice around my cock. Goddam
n—
never felt
this
good,” he growls into my ear.

Thank the Goddess for Kegels.

With his face tucked in my neck, Aaron follows me over the edge after several more hard and fast thrusts. I can detect the muffled cry of my name and his warm breath on my skin. Aaron lifts his head, and I tuck his hair behind his ears as he continues to move lazily within me.

Prolonging our connection.

“My woman is fuckin’ amazing,” he growls, his eyes a deep, sparkling blue.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I moan and I pull him into a slow kiss. Releasing my hold, I smiling and argue, “No. My man is.”

“Does this time count?” I ask, my breathing having finally returned to normal.

“Yes.” His answering grin has my bodying heating up all over again. I move my hands along the smooth planes of his body, anywhere—
everywhere
—I can touch.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, kissing my forehead. Pulling away, he disentangles himself from me.

Getting out of the bed, I watch him make his way across the room and into the bathroom, taking in the way his gluteus maximus flexes and moves. I notice for the first time that the strong lines of his muscular back are dotted with freckles.

I can’t wait to explore them. Taste them.

After getting rid of the condom, Aaron quickly makes his way back to bed. Throwing the covers back, he jumps into bed and then tosses them back over himself, exclaiming, “Fuck! It’s freezing.”

I laugh, snuggling up to his side, rubbing my feet against his legs and my hand along his arm, attempting to warm him.

“I’ll warm you up,” I giggle, as he turns onto his side and places his head in my neck, wrapping his arm around my waist.

Our breathing slowly syncs as we lay in silence. Both lost in our own thoughts.

“Sofa bed,” Aaron whispers into my neck, as he continues his gentle caresses.

“W-what?”

“That should be my access word,” he says, pulling back so I can see his grinning face.

“You make a good argument to give you one,” I laugh, continuing to run my hand along his arm.

“Yeah?” he asks, nuzzling my neck as he continues to trail his fingertips along my spine, caressing me gently.

“I’ll keep that under advisement.” I say grinning, and then ask, “Does it work both ways?”

“What?”

“It only seems fair.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, if you want total access and use of my body, then I should be able to have your body whenever I want,” I argue, and watch as his eyes flare with interest.

“What would you do with me?” he asks, seeming intrigued by the idea.

“I don’t know, depends on what I’m in the mood for,” I reply smiling. His quiet, responsive laughter reverberates through me.

“So when you say ‘sofa bed,’ I’m supposed to perform?” he asks, grinning at me.

“Or you could just make me come,” I offer, grinning back at him.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Think you can handle it?”

“Just say the word.”

“
Sofa bed
,” I whisper into his ear.

Aaron smiles, leans over, and leaves a trail of delicate kisses along my neck and naked shoulder. I moan in response and move closer towards him, seeking further pleasure.

This is Heaven.

~ Aaron ~

“Aaron, I’m going to bed, and I think Russell has to go out!” Sarah’s voice suddenly comes from the stairs, making us both jump.

“Fuck,” I grumble, quickly jumping out of bed, grabbing my clothes off the floor and yelling back, “Okay, I’ll be right there. Goodnight.”

“Don’t let him down here,” I call out, just as the sound of paws pounding their way down the stairs can be heard.

We left him upstairs for a reason!
My woman might be wonderfully kinky, but I doubted she’d want a canine audience. Or to be naked in front of him.

“
Dam
n
　it —Sarah!” I yell, as Russell runs into the room and decides to hop up onto the bed. He startles Nina, who lets out a high-pitched screech. It happened all too fast. I turn to see him standing on the covers that Nina is attempting to wrench out from underneath him to further cover her naked body.

“Sorry,” Sarah's voice can be heard from above. “Goodnight.”

“Nina. Are you okay, Sunshine?” I ask, grabbing Russell’s collar and pulling him towards the opposite side of the bed, away from my startled woman.

“I’m fine,” she says with a shaky laugh. “He just scared me.”

“Behave,” I say to Russell, who looks up at me petulantly from where he’s laying on the edge of the bed.

It doesn’t escape my notice that once I go back to putting on my clothes Russell crawls up the bed towards Nina. I watch as she happily reaches out to pet him, and he soon has his head on her stomach, completely content.

“Do you want me to come with you?” she asks, as she strokes Russell’s ears gently.

“No. You keep my place warm,” I say, grinning down at my perfectly rumpled and satisfied woman.

“Okay.” I watch as she gives a big yawn and cuddles down further into the warm bed.

“Russell, lets go,” I say, and he quickly hops off the bed, ready to finally be let outside.

“We’ll be back shortly,” I promise, leaning over the bed and giving her a quick kiss. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t,” she says, giving into an even bigger yawn.

Making our way quickly upstairs, Russell leads the way towards the mudroom excitedly.

“Come back quickly,” I say sternly, opening the back door and letting him out into the storm. I watch from the warmth of the house as he trots off through the snow to relieve himself.

Staring out the glass door, my eyes become unfocused, and my mind wanders down to the basement and the amazing woman in my bed.

Fucking amazing!

The way she moves her body
—damn.
I still can’t get over her tugging and pulling me closer. She’s unbelievably passionate and responsive.
Demanding, even.
My Sunshine is completely uninhibited in her desires. All she needs is to learn to talk a little dirty—
when it’s appropriate
.

I don’t like it when women swear or are overly vulgar. Although I still love her, Sarah can be like that at times. I find it completely adorable that my Nina
never
swears. She sounds so sweet and innocent with her
goddesses
,
gollys
and
darns
. I like knowing the truth, that my woman can go fucking wild in bed—
for me
.

Normally, it annoys the fuck out of me when women pout. But for some reason, I found it adorable when Nina did it the other night. At first it bothered me, but then I just looked at her and saw that she wasn't trying to manipulate me. She was pouting at life, God, the universe−
not me
.

I realize now that I need to work harder to get her to communicate, to open up to me emotionally. We need to grow into her trusting me with her heart, not just her body. My Sunshine is a demanding little thing when it comes to her needs sexually, and I'm definitely up for fulfilling them. But I want something deeper with her, in a way that I never have before.

I should’ve known from our first kiss that Nina is full of fire. The way she heats up as I dominate her body, it fans the flames within her.

I’m still pinching myself at my stroke of luck in finding her again at the auction. Good things, like meeting this amazing woman, don't usually happen to me. I was correct in my initial impression of her at
Starbucks
—my Sunshine is a genuinely sweet, kind-hearted person.

Getting to know her this past week has been great. I’ll never forget making her fall apart in my arms for the first time. I’m making a study of all the spots she likes to be kissed and touched. How she likes to be fucked with a touch of roughness—
wildly
. And I’ve loved discovering how greedy and demanding her pussy is.

Spanking her for the first time was an out of body experience.
Completely erotic.
I can't wait to bend her over my knee and give her exactly what she wants. I then plan on torturing her with pleasure.
I wonder how she’d feel about being tied up?

I still can’t get over how great sex with Nina is, and not just because it’s been almost a year for me. Her pussy is like a fucking vice, and feels like it was made for me. Like coming home.

Goddamn fucking amazing.

I’m getting hard just thinking about how it felt to be inside of her, the feel of her clamping down on me as she came.

I know when men are with women they’re really into, they say this all the time, but it’s true. Nina is the best sexual partner I've ever had. So sweet and innocent, but with wild and untamed passion within her.

It’s not just a sexual connection between us, though. We barely know each other, and yet, I find myself indulging in imaging a future together. I have nothing to offer her, but I still find myself selfishly wanting a serious relationship. I can’t seem to shake the images of how Nina looked sitting at my parent’s kitchen table, relaxed—like it was home. Maybe I do know how I feel.
I want Nina.
I want
my
Nina.

I would do anything to be good enough for her.

Hearing a whine at my feet, I look down to see a snow-covered Russell glaring up at me. He has a very expressive face for a dog, and right now he’s clearly annoyed.

“Fuck. Sorry, buddy.” I say, quickly opening the door and letting him back into the warm house. I wonder how long he’s been sitting there in the storm while I’ve been daydreaming inside.

“Let’s dry you off,” I say grabbing a towel from on top of the dryer and rubbing it over his wiggling body before he has a chance to shake.

“What do you think of Nina?” I ask him, crouching down and drying off his wet feet, one at a time. “Do you like her?”

Not that I’m expecting an answer to either question, but Russell has proven himself to be a pretty good judge of character, at least when it comes to women. I’d be an idiot to get involved with a woman he disliked.

“You’re as dry as you’re going to get.” I declare, standing up and tossing the towel into the dirty laundry basket nearby. “Would you like a treat?”

His answer is to sit at my feet, paw at my leg, and look up at me with wide, excited eyes. I'll take that as a
yes
. Opening the cabinet above the washer, I take out a box of his treats and hand him one, and then another. I feel guilty for leaving him out in the cold. He takes them happily, and after swallowing them nearly whole, turns to head back towards the basement.

We’re almost to the stairs when I remember the box of condoms I left in my truck.

Damn it!

There is no fucking way I want to go out into the storm to get them, but I’ve already used the only one I had in my wallet.

Maybe Sarah has some upstairs I can borrow. Or steal.

~:~:~:~:~

Coldness fills the air as I remember of the last time I stood outside this door. It was once my parents’ bedroom door, and I was tentatively knocking. It had been a cold but sunny day, right after a blizzard. I’d let myself into the house, calling their names. Not receiving any answers, I remember my heart pounding as I walked up the stairs. They groaned loudly, adding to my anxiety. I knocked on their bedroom door, calling out to them again. After a moment, with my heart in my throat, I let myself in. It was then that I discovered their cold bodies. Tucked so peacefully into their warm bed, as if asleep.

I had attempted to purge that memory from the room, by stripping it bare and making it a new. But no amount of floor sanding or new paint on the walls was ever going to erase the mental image.

“Come in,” Sarah calls, and it takes me a second to register that she’s replied.

Shaking myself from my thoughts, I open the door slowly and peer in. The room is in semi-darkness, with only one lamp lit on the bedside table. Sarah is sitting in bed, tapping away on her laptop, which is resting on a pillow in her lap.

“What’s he doing in here?” I ask, stepping into the room and noticing that Harry is curled up on the other side of the bed, fast asleep.

“Don’t tell Ben.”

“That’s a horrible habit to get into, I hear.”

“What do you want? I’m sure you didn’t come up here to critique my parenting,” she asks agitatedly, taking off her glasses to glare at me.

“Condoms.”

“It’s unlike you to be unprepared,” she says haughtily.

“They’re in the truck, and there’s a blizzard outside. So, do you have any, or what?” I ask, crossing my arms against my chest.

“There might be some in Ben’s drawer,” she says, pointing to the bedside table on the side of the bed where Harry is curled up. As I step closer, I watch as his little chest rises and falls while he sleeps so peacefully. He’s blissfully unaware of the ghosts that haunt this room.
Thank God for that
.

“Glow-in-the-dark?” I ask, turning to grin at Sarah as I riffle through the drawer and pull out the small box of
Night Light
condoms.

“Fuck off,” she growls, unable to contain a small smile.

“Wait, are these chocolate flavored?”

“Yes. Now, just take them and go.” She continues to scowl at me, but this time I notice her cheeks are noticeably red.
Fuck.
I don’t need the mental image of my little sister and Bennett. As far as I’m concerned, Harry was a product of immaculate conception. I toss the flavored condoms back into the drawer; my woman prefers vanilla, anyway.

“Thanks.” Turning, I lean down to place a gentle kiss on Harry’s forehead as he dreams peacefully. I then begin to make my way towards the door.

“In case you care what I think, I like Nina. She’s young and unsure of herself, but—” 

Turning back to face Sarah, I interrupt her by stating, “I know she’s too good for me.”

“That’s not true. And you know it,” she whispers angrily, slamming down the cover of laptop and scowling at me.

“What do I have to offer her, really?” Nina is so sweet, accomplished, passionate and untouched by the darker sides of life.
What do I have to give her?

“You’re smart, loving, loyal—”

“Fuck, it sounds like you’re describing Russell,” I interrupt her, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

“Stop being so hard on yourself,” she states sternly, giving me her best motherly disapproving look. “I want you to be happy.”

“I know. Goodnight.” I say, turning to head back towards the door.

I’m almost there when I hear my name being called quietly, “Aaron.”

“Yeah?” I say, turning back around.

“We’ve never talked about it, really. But I’m sorry—”

“For what?” I interrupt her.
What could Sarah possibly be sorry for?
I’m the one who ended up in prison, and who left her alone for two years.

Thank God for Bennett.

“For not being able to help you. You did what you did for me, so I wouldn’t have to say goodbye so soon. I know it’s just a house, and if I could go back and change it, I would.” Her voice cracks with emotion, and I find myself stepping closer towards the bed.

“This has never been just a house. This is our home.”

“But anywhere your family is will be home,” she says softly, and I can see the glint of tears welling in her eyes.

“Yes, but Mom and Dad are here in every wall and floorboard. Maybe someday you’ll be able to part with it. But it was too soon,” I argue. Sarah should hold no guilt for my actions. They were mine alone. And honestly, even looking back, I would do the same thing all over again.

“You don’t like living here, do you?” she asks, regaining her composure.

“No,” I admit softly. “We were happy here as a family. It reminds me too much of what we’ve lost. And I can feel the shadow of Mom and Dad’s disappointment in me, all around.”

“Ben and I could buy you out, you know. And then you could buy a place or something,” she says with a sad smile.

“Thanks, but I’m not ready for that.”

These past few years, I’ve had no one to spend money on, except to spoil Harry or Russell whenever possible.
Now I have my Nina
. Before, any extra money I saved went into a retirement fund—I’m not going to go down the same path my parents did. I’ve tried not thinking too much about my future—
because it just depresses the hell out of me
—but ever since I met Nina, I can’t seem to escape thoughts of where my life is heading from invading my mind.