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breathless to do anything about it.
Aiden must have felt the same as one minute we were by the lighthouse, the next lying on a blanket on the pavilion floor, our clothing in piles. My mind couldn’t fill in the gaps—where the blanket came from, where the clothes went—and didn’t care. Sensations stronger than I ever remembered flew through my body, down all the nerves, all culminating in one area. I shifted my hips, attempting to move closer. I couldn’t wait, but he drew back once again, tracing fire from my neck, around my breasts, over my stomach, around my labia, driving me to more uncontrollable desire.
I reached down to move one of his hands where I wanted it to go so badly, but he grabbed both my wrists and held them over my head, while continuing to touch and stroke me in ways I’d never imagined. I arched and moaned, closing in on an orgasm. He opened my labia, letting air currents play around, heightening the sensations more than anyone ought to be able to survive, but they kept on building. I heaved with desire, my entire body arching until my back should have broken. Then he inserted himself into me.
In spite of my frantic movement, he took his time, moving so slowly I could have died in the intervals between strokes. He let go of my hands and I clung to his back, matching movement to movement. His motion accelerated, my moans became cries, uncontrollable sobbing as I climaxed and built toward another climax, my heart pounding itself through my chest. I spun off into space, through galaxies, the fire becoming the sun. We thundered into fulfillment at the same moment, crashing back to earth for a soft landing next to each other.
I breathed as if I’d run a marathon, trying to slow down, consciously making each breath take a little longer. Aiden lay next to me, breathing normally, watching my face. As I became aware of where we were, what state we were in, I blushed as if I’d never had a man. My God, I had sex next to the lake, in the pavilion, like some horny teenager.
I probably had splinters in my butt.
What if one of the deputies who routinely patrolled the lake came by? What if some kids I knew wanted to neck in the pavilion? I rolled over to grab clothes. How could I have gotten so carried away? This wasn’t me. I was a mom, not a sex machine. What on earth had I been thinking? I’d known this man for two days. How ridiculous.
How damn desperate.
Aiden had a faint smile on his face, as if he could read my thoughts. “It’s all right, Tali. You are allowed feelings. No one can be in control all the time.”
I dressed fast as I could. “I can,” I snapped. “I have to be, it’s my job. I’m a mom and an example. The last time I dated a stranger was a disaster and now look what’s happened.”
He pulled on his jeans, a scowl crossing his face. “Right. Look what’s happened. You enjoyed yourself. Our Tali isn’t allowed to have fun, fulfill a desire or anything else human? You’ve turned the gift of fulfillment into an act of depravity. That’s insulting.”
I stopped jerking my clothes on. “You’re insulted? Here we are like two adolescents, so desperate to find a place to be together, we’re willing to have sex on a hard wooden floor in full sight of anyone who might come by, and you feel put-upon?”
“Tali, we were together. I didn’t take you against your will. You appeared to be as enthusiastic as I was.”
“That’s precisely the problem. I should have better control. How can I set an example for my kids, expect them to make good choices, have self control, if I don’t exhibit it myself?”
We both finished dressing without any more words and Aiden took me home. I jumped out of the car and ran into the house before he could come around to open the door.
Chapter Seven
I tossed and turned, dozed, dreamed weird things, woke up, dozed again. Aiden, Theresa, creepy feelings at the dressing room, everything passed in and out of my thoughts. Exhausted, I’d
Aiden must have felt the same as one minute we were by the lighthouse, the next lying on a blanket on the pavilion floor, our clothing in piles. My mind couldn’t fill in the gaps—where the blanket came from, where the clothes went—and didn’t care. Sensations stronger than I ever remembered flew through my body, down all the nerves, all culminating in one area. I shifted my hips, attempting to move closer. I couldn’t wait, but he drew back once again, tracing fire from my neck, around my breasts, over my stomach, around my labia, driving me to more uncontrollable desire.
I reached down to move one of his hands where I wanted it to go so badly, but he grabbed both my wrists and held them over my head, while continuing to touch and stroke me in ways I’d never imagined. I arched and moaned, closing in on an orgasm. He opened my labia, letting air currents play around, heightening the sensations more than anyone ought to be able to survive, but they kept on building. I heaved with desire, my entire body arching until my back should have broken. Then he inserted himself into me.
In spite of my frantic movement, he took his time, moving so slowly I could have died in the intervals between strokes. He let go of my hands and I clung to his back, matching movement to movement. His motion accelerated, my moans became cries, uncontrollable sobbing as I climaxed and built toward another climax, my heart pounding itself through my chest. I spun off into space, through galaxies, the fire becoming the sun. We thundered into fulfillment at the same moment, crashing back to earth for a soft landing next to each other.
I breathed as if I’d run a marathon, trying to slow down, consciously making each breath take a little longer. Aiden lay next to me, breathing normally, watching my face. As I became aware of where we were, what state we were in, I blushed as if I’d never had a man. My God, I had sex next to the lake, in the pavilion, like some horny teenager.
I probably had splinters in my butt.
What if one of the deputies who routinely patrolled the lake came by? What if some kids I knew wanted to neck in the pavilion? I rolled over to grab clothes. How could I have gotten so carried away? This wasn’t me. I was a mom, not a sex machine. What on earth had I been thinking? I’d known this man for two days. How ridiculous.
How damn desperate.
Aiden had a faint smile on his face, as if he could read my thoughts. “It’s all right, Tali. You are allowed feelings. No one can be in control all the time.”
I dressed fast as I could. “I can,” I snapped. “I have to be, it’s my job. I’m a mom and an example. The last time I dated a stranger was a disaster and now look what’s happened.”
He pulled on his jeans, a scowl crossing his face. “Right. Look what’s happened. You enjoyed yourself. Our Tali isn’t allowed to have fun, fulfill a desire or anything else human? You’ve turned the gift of fulfillment into an act of depravity. That’s insulting.”
I stopped jerking my clothes on. “You’re insulted? Here we are like two adolescents, so desperate to find a place to be together, we’re willing to have sex on a hard wooden floor in full sight of anyone who might come by, and you feel put-upon?”
“Tali, we were together. I didn’t take you against your will. You appeared to be as enthusiastic as I was.”
“That’s precisely the problem. I should have better control. How can I set an example for my kids, expect them to make good choices, have self control, if I don’t exhibit it myself?”
We both finished dressing without any more words and Aiden took me home. I jumped out of the car and ran into the house before he could come around to open the door.
Chapter Seven
I tossed and turned, dozed, dreamed weird things, woke up, dozed again. Aiden, Theresa, creepy feelings at the dressing room, everything passed in and out of my thoughts. Exhausted, I’d
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