Finding Sunshine (8 page)

“I’ll try,” I giggle.

He reaches down to palm my poor, abused bottom.

“Ow!” I snap, jumping slightly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it better later,” he says, moving his hands up my back. At his words, I smile and melt further into him.

“You still wanna skate some more?”

“Of course,” I say, pulling back and taking hold of his hand.

After circling the rink several more times, laughing and enjoying watching other skaters, we decide that we’ve had enough.

“Next time, we’ll make sure to come earlier so we can watch the sunset,” Aaron says as he finishes putting his boots back on.

“Oh,” I say excitedly, pausing midway through shoving my foot into my boot. “I’ll bring my camera, too.”

Once we’re done taking off our skates, we then walk over to the counter to return them, along with our locker key.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving!” I had forgotten how much of an appetite you work up skating, even just circling the rink. I’m suddenly craving something warm and full of carbs.

“Then let’s go, so I can feed my woman,” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me in close as we walked back out into the cold.

His woman? When did that happen?

“Oh! It’s the grilled cheese truck!” I exclaim with excitement, when I notice the food truck parked not too far from the parking garage.

“What?”

“The grilled cheese truck, only the most delicious sandwiches in the universe. Let's eat there,” I say, hugging him tightly and attempting to steer his body in the direction of the truck.

“If that’s what my Sunshine wants, then that’s what she’s gets,” he says with amusement.

“Wait. You didn’t make reservations somewhere, did you?”

“Nope. But it’s too cold to eat outside, so let’s grab our food and eat in the truck.”

“Okay,” I reply happily, already tasting the delicious combinations of flavors on my tongue. I had thought this date was going wonderfully already, but now it was nearing perfection.

“Grilled cheese sandwiches,” he whispers quietly to himself, shaking his head as we continue walking.

“What do you want, Sunshine?” he asks as we stand in front of the window, looking over the menu.

“Definitely some mac and cheese bites, they are delicious. You’ll love them,” I say, still trying to come to a decision as to what sandwich I want. “And the—the smoked Gouda, with barbequed chicken on wheat bread. Umm—probably should hold the onions,” I say, grinning up at him.

“That’s very considerate of you,” he says, kissing my temple. “And don't even think about trying to pay.”

"What?" I say, as I continue to dig through my bag in order to find my wallet, which has disappeared to the bottom.

I really should invest in a purse organizer.

“I see you searching for your wallet,” he says, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his own worn wallet.

“You paid for the ice skating,” I retort, finally finding my wallet.

“Put it away,” he growls. “I can take care of my woman.”

Ignoring the warmth that sparks within me at his possessive words,
I retort, “So? I’d like to contribute. It’s only fair.”

“What do you want to drink?” he asks, ignoring the conversation.

“Water, please.”

Darn alpha male!

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“I can smell how excited you are,” he says, palming my breast and stroking his thumbs over my nipples, creating almost painful points. “I bet you’re soaking wet too. Are you?”

I moan my answer, pushing myself further into his hands, clutching his biceps and shoving my blush-reddened face into his neck. I feel myself being pushed back onto the sofa.

After eating our delicious grilled cheese sandwiches inside of Aaron’s truck, he drove us back to my apartment. Somewhere between us opening the door and walking inside, we ended up on the sofa, with my sweater tossed on the floor and us groping like teenagers.

“Why are you blushing?” Aaron asks, hovering over me as I lay pinned to the sofa.

“I don’t know. No one’s ever affected me the way—
the way you do
,” I admit, ending on a whisper. “Or as quickly.” Reaching up, I tuck his long hair behind his ears and watch as his eyes shine with pleasure.

“
I know the feelin’, Sunshine
,” Aaron whispers back, kissing me sweetly. One of his hands moves along my side until he reaches my thigh.

Hooking my leg around his waist, he brings our bodies pleasurably closer. My breathing, my excitement, increases as I feel him touching me so intimately through my leggings. His length is thick and hard as it presses me into the sofa.
Goddess, he feels huge!

“Maybe we should go into my room?”

Lifting his head, so he’s staring into my eyes, he says, “I’m comfortable right here.” My breath catches in my throat as his hips begin to move, slowly rubbing and teasing me. “If I take you into your room, I won’t be able to leave, and I can’t stay tonight.”

“
Aaron
,” I breathe out.

“Does this feel good?” he asks, grinning down at me predatorily as he continues the torturously slow rhythm.

“Yes!” I gasp, as my sex throbs with need.

Reaching between us, I being tugging at his shirt. Taking the hint, Aaron moves off of me to kneel on the sofa, and I watch in avid fascination as he lifts his t-shirt up and off, before tossing it onto the ground.

Golly.

There’s no manscaping needed here. He’s just as I imagined in my lurid fantasies—
all man
. Some men need to trim down the caveman look. But truthfully, I like a man who has a happy trail I can follow.

Aaron has the perfect amount of chest hair. He has a light smattering along his abdominals and around his bellybutton, which ends with a trail leading into his pants and down to the pleasuring hardness I felt earlier.

I automatically reach up, gliding my hands along his chest and over his shoulders as he moves to pin me against the sofa once again, kissing me roughly.

“Aaron,” I groan, scratching at his shoulder blades. The scent and feel of him surrounding me is making my whole body pulse with need.

I was truthful when I said that Aaron affects me the way no other man ever has, or as quickly. I’ve had sex with men who knew how to please a woman, but none of them had me this ready or so desperate this fast.

Lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist, I begin rocking back and forth against him—seeking my own pleasure.

“Please.”

Chuckling, Aaron lifts his head from where he’d been nibbling on my neck and removes the hand, which had been pleasurably tormenting my swollen breast.

“Do you need something?”

“Yes, to come,” I growl at him, continuing to move against him.

“Why didn’t you say something?” he says, grinning at me. Taking his free hand and sliding it down between our bodies, he cups my pulsing core roughly. I gasp at the invasion.

“Please.” I flex my hips against his palm.

“I’m going to take off your tights—”

“Leggings,” I correct him breathlessly.

Shaking his head and grinning at me, he moves down my body, leaving sucking kisses along the way. Finally, he’s pulling off my leggings and tossing them on the floor. I moan when he kisses and sucks on my wet, panty-covered mound.

“Fuck! You’re soaking wet. Did I do that to you?” Aaron asks, moving back up my body so we’re face to face.

“Y-yes,” I stutter out, reaching to move my hands along his side and grab his perfectly formed bottom. I can’t seem to get enough of him. The way he smells, the way he feels against me, or his calloused hands touching my skin.

“You don’t know how badly I want to take you right here, hard and fast,” he says into my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “I bet you’d come the second my cock entered your pussy.”

“
Aaron
.”

“But that will have to wait, ‘til we have more time to
play
.”

“I don’t want to wait,” I say, attempting to move my hand between us so I can feel his hardness.

Kissing me roughly, he pulls away laughing and says, “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of your pussy.”

Holding his weight off of me with one arm, he moves his other hand down my body. Slipping it inside my panties, he cups me fully with his large hand.

“Look at me,” he says, directing my gaze to his darkened eyes. “I want to watch your gorgeous face as I get to know your pussy.”

My sex pulses, and I gasp as he begins to stroke me, saying roughly, “I’m going to learn what makes you explode with pleasure.” Then he adds devilishly, “And how to tease you mercilessly.”

“Let’s skip right to the pleasure,” I breathe out, and he chuckles, his eyes alight with mischief.

“But where would the fun be in that?” Aaron asks, as his fingertips begin trailing gentle caresses against my dampened, neatly trimmed curls. My breathing accelerates as anticipation mounts, needing more of his touch to get over the edge.

Suddenly, two thick fingers are thrust into me. I gasp and jump at the intrusion as my inner muscles pulse with excitement at finally getting what they need.

“Aaron.”

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Aaron groans, keeping his fingers unmoving, deep within me. With his palm resting against my nub, I squirm, attempting to gain some release.

Keeping his hand still, I feel him curl his fingers deep inside of me, stroking my inner walls. I cream with excited need as my inner muscles twitch with want.

“Goddamn, your pussy is responsive,” he says, his voice as ragged as his breathing.

“Please, Aaron,” I beg, stroking his back and sides with my hands as I wrap a leg tightly around his waist.

“Are you ready?” he teases mercilessly.

“Yes!” I demand loudly.

“Hold on. While my fingers are fuckin’ you hard, fast and unrelentingly, I want you imagining what my swollen cock would—
will
—feel like.”

My eyes widen at his words, but I have no time to truly process them. The next thing I know, Aaron’s fingers are being pulled out of me completely, and then slam back in, shocking my senses.

Curling them slightly, he moves his fingers in a rough, demanding rhythm, stroking the spot deep within that has me gasping for breath. Placing his thumb on my outer nub, he applies a constant pressure, while moving his fingers deeply within me.

“Fuck. That’s it,” he says, his voice turning primal, and I can only moan my affirmation.

Crying out, I grab onto his shoulders, attempting to ground myself in reality as Aaron does what I thought was impossible—turning me inside out with pleasure, using only his fingers to stroke my inner walls.

My lower muscles tense as a storm of heat and sweat rolls through my body. I’m on the verge of falling over.

“Come for me, Sunshine,” Aaron says hotly in my ear. “Show me how tight your pussy can squeeze my fingers.”

His words push me over the edge, and I cling to him as pleasure overtakes my body, making me gasp out just his name, “Aaron.”

Coming down from my haze, I watch as he takes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, tasting me.

“Just as sweet as I imagined,” he says as he kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

“I can’t wait ‘til our next date.” I say breathlessly when our kiss ends.

Aaron’s eyes sparkle with laughter from above me. “Neither can I,” he whispers into my ear, nipping at my jaw and running his hand along the leg that is wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Unfortunately, I think it’s time for me to go, Sunshine.” He groans in annoyance, looking down at me with a sad smile.

“What?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck in an attempt to hold him hostage. “It’s early. Don’t leave yet.”

“I don’t want our night to end, either,” he says, kissing me sweetly and moving his large, warm hand to my face. He runs his thumb along my cheek and lips before he kisses me again. “This has been the best fuckin’ date I’ve ever been on.”

“For me, too,” I agree heartily, running my hands along his broad shoulders. I can’t get enough of his hard muscles and warm skin.

“Believe me, if I could, I’d be dragging you back to my place right now. And I wouldn’t let you leave for the entire weekend,” he says hotly, letting his hard body press pleasurably into mine.

“The entire weekend?” I ask playfully. “Are you sure we wouldn’t get bored?”

“Trust me, Sunshine. I’d keep you thoroughly entertained.” He grins and continues to lazily nip at my neck and ear, showing no signs of wanting to leave. “When can I see you next?”

“I don’t know. Tomorrow I’m going to my parents’ place for the weekend,” I say with an exaggerated pout.

“Don’t pout,” Aaron scowls down at me, nipping at my lower lip and teasing me into another heated kiss. “Monday then. Just like tonight. Only we’ll start with dessert
first
.”