Chapter 93: Chapter 93

Aaron realizes that I'm fighting him, not to run away but to touch him. He releases my wrists and my hands immediately go to his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling it aggressively towards me. His hands, now free, hold my waist while our mouths convey the unbridled desire that anger can not sink.

LeBlanc brings a hand to the rounded curve of my ass, clinging to my body. His other hand cups my neck. I don't even realize the moan that echoes through the room is coming from me as the hard length of his arousal presses against my stomach. He pushes us away until my back meets the chest of drawers.

LeBlanc pushes the items onto the furniture and lifts me up, resting my ass on it, pushing the dress up to my thighs as he enters between my legs, never breaking the kiss.

I lock my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to me. I know that is wrong. I know after your territoriality fight, I shouldn't be here. But I'm so tired of thinking. So tired of wanting it when I know we don't belong together. I just want us to be together as long as possible. There is a peace in the physicality of it all that I had never noticed before.

I start unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. I pull the buttons without the slightest fear of breaking them. We pull away just as the last button catches, and LeBlanc looks down, helping me open it. Immediately after the clothes were gone, we crashed hard again.

He pulls the straps of my dress off my shoulders as his mouth kisses the line of my neck to the lacy edge of my bra. I jump in shock and need when he pulls down one of my bra cups and his warm mouth envelopes my chest.

I throw my head back. One of my hands grabs her hair at the back of her neck. I feel so hot, and it also makes me feel uninhibited. I reach out my other hand to fumble with his belt and unzip his pants.

I managed to open it, pushing my hands between the cotton of her underwear and her warm skin. I climb over her skin, scraping anything my fingernails can touch. Because as long as my marks are on his body, he's mine.

His hands instantly go to my dress, pulled up at the waist, and LeBlanc pulls it down, grabbing my panties as well. I lean on the chest of drawers to help her. Then he unhooks my bra, which falls on my knees. We look at each other for a second, and an adult film could be produced from the images in our heads.

LeBlanc bends over. He grabs my right leg, pulling it up to his shoulder. I feel my breath getting heavier and heavier as his face descends between my legs. He blows on me, shooting me small shocks. I momentarily close my eyes, resigning myself to pursuing this deep, demanding desire that is still unfulfilled.

His tongue slides between my legs as his hands hold my thighs apart.

- Aaron... - I'm whispering. My sudden intake of air is followed by a moan. That's all I can control. My words are lost, and the mind is clouded by the smooth glide and deft skill of her tongue.

I want to watch him as he makes me cum, but the feeling is so strong it overwhelms me, and I bend down - my neck, head and back - and my hips are pushed back so I can rock against him.

It sucks me, makes me throb, makes me weak and undoes me. I slide my hand through his hair and pull him against me, rubbing against his tongue. It has to be the best feeling in the world, so much so that I don't mind looking like a pervert. I want to feel like this for the rest of my life.

His mouth goes up, kisses my abdomen, past my breasts and reaches my lips. When LeBlanc kisses me, I taste mine on his tongue. He walks away and our eyes meet. The yellow is highlighted around the dilated pupils, like a cat's gaze.

- Do you need your first time to be special? - he whispers.

"At least it'll be interesting." I smiled.

- You can tell me if you want flowers, or something like that.

For a brief second, I think he's joking. However, his expression is serious, waiting for my response. Is that why we never got this far? Did he think I wanted something special?

- And what would you do if I asked you for flowers? - I am teasing.

- I'll give you flowers.

- Look – I frame his face with my hands – I've been wanting to know what this is for a while. So you can do it now, or I can come down and see if Daniel's still available.

LeBlanc smiles and I find myself smiling back.

"Woman from hell," he whispers before picking me up and walking over to the bed.

LeBlanc gently lays me down on the white sheets, covering my body with his. Her eyes bathe in emotion as her jaw clenches. We look at each other, feeling the need that drives every subsequent action and reaction. The feelings I want to confess die on my lips as he stands up, still staring at me. Something has changed between us, and I can't put my finger on what it is, but the look in his eyes tells me all I need to know: he wants me as much as I want him. .

LeBlanc takes off his shoes and socks. He pulls out a condom from the pocket of my pants that I unbuttoned, then pulls it down. My mouth goes dry as he runs his fingers through the elastic of his boxers, releasing them. I'm pretty sure my eyes are wide open and my pupils are the size of grapes now. But, my God, I've never been so excited.

His cock – if that's the best word to use – is completely hard, pointing upwards. I didn't know much about male anatomy, but I studied Adonis in mythology class. And if Aaron isn't the best representation of Adonis on earth, no one is.

He crawls over me, positioning himself between my legs. Now, realizing that this needs to be understood, I start to get nervous.

- Are you OK? he asks, brushing a lock of hair from my sweaty forehead.

- I… – I swallow hard – I'm scared – I admit it.

- Don't worry – LeBlanc kisses the tip of my nose – I know what I'm doing.

I feel a weight descend from my throat to my stomach, so much so that I don't even get angry that he is arrogant and cocky. This time it was almost captivating. Almost.

Hovering above me, he puts a hand on the side of my head. Aaron tears open the condom wrapper with his teeth, then puts it on himself. His lips descend on mine as LeBlanc slips between my legs, spreading them apart. My knees get stuck around his waist. With his free hand, he positions his penis at my entrance, rubbing my clitoris. Up and down.

When LeBlanc rams into me, just the tip, I tense up around him. I remain static, afraid of hurting myself by moving.

"Aaron," I whisper, partly anxious but also fearful.

- Look at me – he asks, and I do. I focus on his eyes, intense and bright. And in that moment, I realize that I trust him. Aaron won't hurt me.

I relax around him. LeBlanc grabs my waist, positioning my body so he can enter. He pushes a little deeper and I let out a shaky breath. It's uncomfortable and feels like it's creeping into my body, but it doesn't hurt.

- It hurts? - he asks. I shake my head.

LeBlanc slowly sinks into my body, and I feel myself stretching. I feel full in an area that I didn't even think was empty. He climbs on my hips, then sinks completely into me.

I look down, seeing our bodies completely connected, watching my excitement cover him as he pulls away from me before diving back in again. I feel myself throbbing around him, for the annoyance has become something more. It became curiosity.

"Fuck it, Angelic," he sighs against my lips. Your forehead is sweaty, sticking every strand of hair together - You look so good on me.

I dig my nails into his shoulders as he pulls away from me, filling me completely again, slowly. Mixture of burning, excitement and anxiety. LeBlanc kisses me: on the lips, on the cheeks, on the neck.

"Jesus," I sigh.

When he withdraws from me, I miss him. This feeling, so new and precious, to have it deep inside my body excites me. LeBlanc subtly twists his hips as he enters me, and it makes me moan. It's as good as your fingers.

I watch his face as he moves. The room is filled with our breathing and our moans, the bed creaks and the sheets rustle. LeBlanc's eyes are on my face, then on the movement of my breasts every time he thrusts inside me.

- What's the feeling? - he asks. For the first time, his voice sounds wild and erratic, as if he has no control.

- It's amazing when you do… – my words turn into a long moan as he spins his hips, thrusting himself fully into me – – that.

I close my eyes tight, clinging to him and his scent. All the excitement I felt when LeBlanc sucked me hard comes back. The feeling is different, strange, but still sinfully good.

'I will…' I whisper, throwing my head back. LeBlanc kisses my neck – Aaron, please – please. His cock in and out of me, rubbing against my clitoris. My muscles tighten and I start to see stars as I approach orgasm.

"Ask me," Aaron whispers against my skin.

- Make me come – I ask, at the same second – I need to come.

He grips my waist with both hands, moving my body against his as he holds himself deep inside me. LeBlanc closes his eyes and opens his lips, gasping out my name as I squeeze him in anticipation of my orgasm. I'm so close to freeing myself, to falling into ecstasy, that I can't hold back the moan that escapes my lips.

As my body shatters into a million pieces, reaching a dizzying orgasm, LeBlanc squeezes me tighter. I try to squirm and close my legs, because everything about me is sensitive. In turn, he rushes harder at me, using my body as a toy he will never tire of. And right now, that's exactly what I want to be.

"Aaron," I call out his name, shivering and clinging to him.

“Holy…God,” LeBlanc shoves one last time, then comes, tilting his head back. His defined abs lock in as he exhausts himself.

His body collapses onto mine, but LeBlanc is careful to support his weight on his forearms. We both melt in sweat, satisfaction and euphoria. Our breathing remains intense for several minutes.

His eyes open slowly, looking at me through heavy lids. An arrogant smile, spreading lazily across his lips. He lets out a satisfied sigh, and we both shiver as Aaron pulls away from me, before slowly lowering my legs.

He lies next to me, and the weight and size of his body make the bed creak. LeBlanc hugs me and I lay my head on his chest as he strokes my arm. I slip a leg over his. Inwardly, I smile to myself.

And he was right. I was looking in the wrong place.