Chapter Forty Two

Julia had never spent the night with anyone, never shared a bed in her whole life. It seemed that Aaron was taking her to so many firsts. She thought she'd get up, move to the sofa. But after her tumultuous explosion she was a jelly like mess draped across the pillows.

Aaron's arms were around her, and his scent filled her nostrils, flooding her senses, his lips were pressed against her forehead.

"Thank you." Her voice was a breath, but his body tensed immediately hearing them.

"You OK?" He finally breathed, not acknowledging her gratitude.

She nodded, knowing that he could feel the movement, but after a few seconds she tipped her head back so she could look at him, "is it always like that?"

His smile was warm, "I don't know baby girl, hopefully it'll get better."

That made her eyes widen and he chuckled, "first time isn't always the best, and it's just the start."

"What do you mean?" She was almost too scared to ask.

He chuckled, "because next time it'll be me, my fingers, my tongue...and it'll be a million times better."

She shuddered and he pulled her close, "don't be scared. OK?"

With that he kissed her, a gentle, lazy kiss that saw her relax, she'd normally fight, but he seemed to know exactly how to work her.

"This is our new normal," he murmured against her skin as his mouth trailed to her neck. Only smiling when she tensed further. "I am going to kiss you any time I want, and I'm you can do this to me." His voice dropped an octave, "that would turn me on beyond belief."

Her breath hitched and she felt light headed, if she wasn't lying down, she'd have had to.

Turning to him, she stared at his eyes, "I thought this was all tonight..."

She hated his lazy, knowing smile, the way he could see into her. When he spoke it was the same husky voice, "this isn't solvable overnight, Julia. And even if it was, I don't want it to be."

She was almost rigid, almost, but his hand was teasing circles over her upper arm, tingles erupted all over her body in response. It made her forget, it made her mind fuzzy. Then he was kissing her again, teasing, his tongue tasting, surging. And within a moment, it was hungry, desperate and all encompassing.

For Julia this was the strangest part of anything. In the past, sex had been compartmentalised, urge – do, then go home. Now here she was revisiting that attraction, that desire and she wasn't scared, she was melting all over again. Her arms wrapped around him, and he rolled over her, their bodies pressed together.

Aaron was in heaven, he had an erection that could cut glass, but he was in that happy place where he had Julia, pliant, happy and relaxed...and in his arms. That made him smile. He thought she'd push him away, hell he knew she had wanted to run, and that was a part of the reason why he knew the hotel would be a good idea. She couldn't run and hide and would have to talk through any issues.

But there weren't any. She was here, she was with him. Which was perfect.

But now, he was almost on top of her, their tongues were entwining and he had no idea how far he could push this. He knew what he wanted to do, but this was still new, he still needed baby steps with her, she had just had her first positive sexual experience. She deserved more, she deserved everything. But he had to take stock, think ugly thoughts and calm his libido.

He clenched his hands into fists, fighting the desire to reach out and touch her hips, the curve of her waist, those beautiful breasts that were truly off limits, instead he buried his face into her neck, tracing her collar bone with his tongue. Then he was tumbling almost falling off the bed as she sat bolt upright, horror sweeping across her face, "what about Cliffy and Coco?"

He clutched at the mattress beside her and tried not to laugh, could she be any more adorable? The fact that she cared for his dogs as much as he did was definitely the way to his heart. Forcibly rolling back onto her, he kissed her long and hard, forcing her back onto the pillows.

"Carrie has taken them for the night, they're having a sleepover." He finally managed to murmur against her lips. "She's a willing babysitter."

Her relaxation was palpable, as the tension shot out of her and she became putty in his hands. He was only wearing boxer shorts, she was still clad in her dress.

"Can I take this off?" Aaron finally managed to ask, breathing against her neck. "I want to see you too."

Again she tensed, and again he kissed her, into submission. By the time they came up for air, she was tugging her dress up over her thighs. He sat back and watched as she shimmied out of the dress and tossed it onto the floor beside them.

"Are you sure?" he asked, pulling back to help her.

She nodded, "I need to feel you against me...and I want to touch you."

He groaned, this was all far too much. But he couldn't deflect his eyes or his thoughts as her hand revealed her long slim legs, the slightest hint of tan after her week at the beach, his peachy coloured lace boy shorts, that failed to hide the thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her broad pelvis that dipped to a narrower waist, and the cutest belly button he'd ever seen.

It was the slowest, most torturous strip tease, exposing her body, inch by inch. The bump of each rib, then the lace clad curves of those more than ample breasts, the dark nipples as visible through the matching lace.

"Fuck, you are beautiful," he groaned as he looked her up and down, trying not to linger on her breasts. Glancing to his right, he spotted the bag that Carrie had dropped there whilst they were dining. He'd left it at the office and it included a change of clothes for each of them, plus some toiletries. And massage oil. He'd bought it in a gift shop earlier.

Julia was flat out on the bed, chewing nervously on her thumb nail when Aaron, leaned across the bed. When he reappeared over her, he was rubbing his hands together and eyeing her rather curiously. She wanted to crawl under the duvet, she'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.

And then...he touched her, both palms flying over her calf, so sensuously. She snapped her mouth closed, but not before a moan of pleasure erupted from it. She closed her eyes, partly so that she didn't have to process Aaron in all this, and partly because he was so all consuming, he was overwhelming her sensations.

Instead she relaxed back and felt the firm yet smooth fingers running over her skin, with purpose, deliberate, but also sensually. It was the greatest sensation.

Who knew the backs of her knees were so sensitive, an unlikely erogenous zone, then he was at her toes, teasing each one. She couldn't control the sounds escaping her lips, and he chuckled at the sounds. It made her squirm on so many levels.

When he'd finished his ministrations at her feet, he started to move his hands up her legs once more, but this time he didn't stop at her calves, or even her knees. He was at her thighs, massaging one in each hand, shuffling to kneel between her legs. She was so aware that he only wore boxer shorts...she started to hyperventilate, and she was barely covered in a few scraps of lace. Suddenly she wanted to cover herself up, but his hands, were warm, steady...intoxicating. She wanted this, she tried to convince herself, wanted to get past this barrier...literally.

He licked the inside of her knee, and her breath hitched in her throat. This was....words failed her. Instead she moaned as his thumbs ran along the inner edge of her thighs, nowhere near where she suddenly wanted them, but close enough to arouse her, send her legs into almost spasms. Flinching despite his firm touch.

When his hands ran over the top of her thighs, he moved to massage her buttocks, her thighs spread further as he moved his own body to kneel higher between her legs.

As his thumbs moved over the lace of her waistband, his mouth moved to the tickly sensitive skin below her belly button, and that was the most exquisite torture known to man, she writhed, she moaned, she groaned, and until he touched her, she'd barely noticed his thumbs sliding under her lacy knickers to touch her most sensitive bits. If she wanted to protest, his mouth, sliding around her belly button before teasing under the edge of the waist band of said underwear distracted her.

The tension increased and she knew that she was going to explode, far more dramatically than last time, and she didn't know how to deal with it. Her breath faltered and her heart stopped as her body pulsed, and she felt as though she was about to topple the edge of the highest peak of a rollercoaster...and then she was free falling, his thumbs still insistent, still pressuring, massaging, teasing, but his mouth had moved and he was kneeling  over her watching her intently as she fell apart.

If there was a greater sight, then Aaron didn't know about it, but watching Julia fight, then finally embrace what seemed to be a very tense orgasm, was the most satisfying, pleasurable and erotic sight he'd even encountered. Everyone of her emotions were visible, obvious, and so open, that he almost felt like an intruder.

"Fuck," he breathed.

It caused her hazy eyes to snap to his, and he could only smile.

"That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

He wasn't sure if she'd flee, try and get away from him, but instead, she gave a rather wry smile, "felt pretty fucking good too."

That made him laugh out loud, before dropping beside her, pulling the duvet over them both.

"We are cuddling, whether you like it or not."

She turned her head to stare at him as he pulled her into his arms, "but you haven't..."

He shook his head, "this isn't about me. It's about you. Let's rest."

Her eyes were drooping even as she looked at him, "but..." She nudged her thigh into his, what felt like permanent erection.

Groaning, he moved slightly to avoid that contact, then kissed her, properly kissed her.

"Relax, we have plenty of time."

Her eyes closed as he held her close, he didn't think he'd sleep, his body was buzzing, he felt as though he was plugged into the electricity mains. But his eyes started to close too.

Julia woke, hot and bothered. It took a moment for her to get her bearings and to appreciate the weight across her abdomen was Aaron's heavy arm. She was still wearing her bra and it was digging into her, she hated sleeping in one. SO she slid out from under him and to the bag he'd indicated earlier.

There was a pair of her jeans and a t-shirt, but neither were bed comfortable. Then she spotted his training t-shirt, and old soft college shirt that he wore to run. Slipping it over her underwear, she made for the bathroom. Whilst she emptied her bladder, she slipped the bra off, then cleaned her teeth at the sink. When she caught her reflection in the mirror, she was amazed to see she looked the same, because inside she felt so different.

Back in the bedroom, Aaron had moved, rolled towards the side of the bed she'd just vacated. Rolling her eyes to no one, she squeezed back in, and his arms pulled her against him so her spine spooned into his chest. As he shuffled behind her, she could feel his erection pressing into her buttocks. She thought about turning around him, touching him...but it made her shudder, some things just seemed to difficult. And once her mind had veered off into what she didn't like, her past...she knew she'd not get back to sleep.