Chapter 56

(Aaron)

After laying Rylan down on the bed, I sit back and just stare at her. The hem of the stolen shirt she is wearing has ridden up, and I can see that she isn’t wearing any panties underneath.

I lay my body over hers gently, and her arms wrap around my neck before she pulls my mouth down to hers. Her soft lips open for me after I flick my tongue over them as if asking for entrance. I bring both my hands up to cup her face as I kiss her tenderly.

The fact that she wants to be my wife has made me the happiest I have ever been.

I break the kiss and then tilt her head to the side so I can start my descent south. I nibble her jawline until I reach her earlobe, then I kiss that tender spot just behind it. She shudders when I lick her soft, silky skin and then blow on it.

That is one of her hot spots. The spot that anytime I touch it with my mouth, tongue, or even my teeth, she shivers and is turned on. Almost every single time.

Rylan rolls her head to the side further to give me better access to the area, and I take what she offers me. I lick and nibble at that spot for a few more moments before continuing my way down her neck. When I reach the junction between her neck and shoulder, I have to stop because her shirt is in my way.

I shift until I am lying next to her, then I fuse our mouths together again as I flick the top two buttons of her shirt open. Instead of opening more, I slip my hand inside the gap I made and cup one of her breasts. It fills my hand just right with a tad more than I can hold.

Rylan’s breasts are truly glorious, and I will happily spend the rest of our lives worshiping them every chance I can.

I roll her nipple between my thumb and pointer finger, pinching it just hard enough to have her moaning into our kiss. I know just what she likes and how to make her body sing for me. This woman was made for me.

Keeping my lips locked on hers, I move my hand off her breast, then open a few more buttons on her shirt. I slide my hand back inside to caress her stomach, over her ribs, then the underside of her breasts, and everywhere my hand can reach without removing her shirt. She sighs in pleasure as I break the kiss and move back to her neck.

I feel Rylan lift her hips, as if inviting me to pay attention to the one place she wants me the most. Ignoring the invitation for now, I continue my lazy assault on her neck and collarbone now that the shirt isn’t in my way anymore.

“Aaron, please,” she begs me in a breathy voice.

I lift my head so I can look at her. Those beautiful blue eyes of hers have darkened with desire, and her kiss swollen mouth is parted as she looks at me. Part of me wants to mount her now and give her everything she is begging for. Yet, the devious side of me wants to keep on with my slow and steady pace.

I want her pussy to be weeping for me by the time I get there.

So, instead of giving in to her, I sit up and then get off the bed. Her gasp of outrage makes me chuckle. “So impatient, my love.”

“I want you, baby. Please.”

“You will have me, but at my pace.” I tell her as I reach a hand up behind me and pull my shirt off over my head.

Rylan’s eyes follow the movement, then they flick down my chest. I watch her devour me with her eyes. Her tongue comes out to lick her lips in appreciation of what she is seeing. I feel like a piece of meat that she wants to eat whole.

That look on her face is almost enough to make me cave and give in and just fuck her. Hard, fast, and primal. That can happen later. First, I want to make love to my fiancé.

Slowly.

Passionately.

And with every ounce of love that I feel for her.

Her eyes lower as I reach for my belt, and I feel my cock harden even more than it already was at the predatory look in her eyes. I love knowing that she desires me just as much as I do her. Knowing that gives me a little power thrill.

I pull my belt free of my jeans in one swift motion, one I have practiced way too many times than I like to admit. It is also something else that turns her on, and I have used it to my advantage often. I drop the belt onto the floor, then I reach for the button of my jeans.

Rylan licks her lips again.

“Like what you see?”

She nods her head.

“Tell me, Rylan. Use your words.” I tell her as I unbutton my jeans, then drag the zipper down ever so slowly.

She watches every move I make, and I love it. Knowing that she desires me the way she does makes me immensely happy. Knowing that what we share goes beyond the physical thrills me to no end.

My feelings for Rylan are deeper than anything I have ever experienced. I would die for this woman, and if she asked it of me, I would kill for her. Rylan Danvers is my Kryptonite.

Soon to be Mrs. Carter.

“You are desire incarnate, Aaron. Walking sin. I want to lick every inch of those rock-hard abs, then maybe more.” Her voice is husky, and later I will let her do whatever she wants with me.

“Walking sin, huh?” I let my jeans fall to the floor and step free of them. My feet are already bare since I took my shoes and socks off shortly after we stopped the yacht.

“Yes, you are every woman’s walking wet dream. Now, get your ass back on this bed.”

I laugh and then climb back onto the bed.

This time I spread her legs apart and lay between them, low enough on her body that my face is at just the right level. Her glorious breasts. I spread the shirt open enough to have them spilling out of it.

I grab one in each hand, then I flick one nipple with my tongue while tweaking the other nipple gently with my fingers. Rylan inhales sharply when I pull one of those rosy peaks into my mouth and suck on it. She wraps her legs around me, then slips one of her hands through my hair.

She holds me to her breast as one hand tries to reach between our bodies. I know what she wants—that delightful friction she needs. I let go of one of her breasts to grab that wandering hand and then lift it above her head.

“Patience, my love.”

To keep her from reaching down with her free hand, I grab it and add it to her other hand above her head, then I grip both her wrists and hold them with one hand. Back to my bounty, I go.

After worshipping her tits for what felt like hours, I finally relent and begin my descent south. I kiss, lick, and nibble my way down her stomach at a slow and torturous pace. Sliding my body down lower as I go, one inch of silky skin at a time, until I reach that little sexy strip of her dark pubic hair.

I flick my eyes up at her and then watch Rylan’s eyes while she looks down at me as I place a kiss right above where I know she wants me to be. I blow my hot breath over her as I move her left leg so I can continue my descent. Placing my hand on her flat belly, I lower myself further down and place a soft kiss at the junction of her thigh.

The scent of her arousal is filling the small space we are in, and I can feel my restraint slipping the longer I continue this slow erotic tease. I realize that this game I started has a double-edged blade. One that I am regretting ever starting.

Yet, I know when I finally slip inside her, it will have been worth it.

I move to her right thigh and do the same thing, skipping right over her pussy as I do. Rylan growls at me, and I chuckle against her skin. She pulls against me where I am holding her wrists, but I only tighten my grip.

“Baby, please,” she whispers in the sultriest voice I have ever heard from her.

“Not yet. I am not done worshiping this fine as hell body of yours.”

“Then at least let me touch you. Please?”

I let go of her wrists, not because she asked me to, but because I can’t hold them and keep moving lower down her body at the same time. The moment her hands are free, she reaches down to slide one of them through my hair.

Ever since I stopped cutting my hair short, she has been unable to resist running her fingers through it when we have sex. I don’t mind at all. I even like it when she pulls on it when she is in the throes of passion. The feeling of her nails on my scalp and the slight pain of her pulling my hair drive me crazy.

I like a little pain with my pleasure.

Most of the time.

Moving from her inner thighs, I kiss my way slowly down one leg and up the other until I am back to her core. When I reach where she so desperately wants me to be, I flick my gaze up to meet hers. The raw desire in those blue depths makes my cock throb in anticipation.

Soon.

While holding her stare, I reach up with one hand and spread her pussy lips open with my fingers, holding them open with two fingers on each side. I can tell by the ease with which my fingers glide up her slit that she is more than ready for me. I break her stare to look down at her glistening wet clit.

“Such a beautiful pussy. Tell me, Rylan, whose pussy is this? Who do you belong to?” I ask, then blow my breath across her clit.

Her eyes go wide, and her mouth opens, but only a moan slips free. I blow a breath out across her clit again but do nothing further until she answers me. “Tell me, Rylan.”

“It is all yours, Aaron. Every part of me is yours for the rest of our lives.”

With that said, I flick my tongue over her swollen clit. Her body jerks in response, and her back arches off the bed. Both of her hands are in my hair as I fasten my mouth over her core and feast like a starving man.

As cliché as that sounds, I know now that I will never tire of this woman. My beautiful Rylan. The only woman to ever make me want things that I have no right to want.

The one woman that can heal my broken soul.

Rylan lets her legs fall open onto the bed so that I have full access to her dripping pussy. I bring my free hand up and slip my middle finger into her. She is beyond ready for my cock, but I want to make her come for me a few times before I make love to her.

“Oh,” she moans softly after I slip another finger into her.

I curve my fingers just enough so I can hit that spot, the one I know will make her come all over my face soon enough. I lick, suck, nibble, and finger fuck her until I feel her juicy pussy squeeze my fingers as her orgasm hits her. She lets out a low moan of pleasure, and her legs clamp closed around my head.

I lick her juices up as she shudders. Yet, I don’t let up. I keep sucking on her clit, my fingers going in and out of her core at a faster pace. Soon enough, her pussy tightens again, and her knees squeeze my head like a vice clamp.

Chuckling against her mound, I pull my fingers free of her pulsing core. After wiping my face on her inner thigh, I sit back on my haunches and just stare down at her. All that pale, silky smooth skin is flushed with passion.

Rylan’s eyes are closed, her breathing is heavy, and she looks like the sexiest woman I have ever seen.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I tell her in a soft whisper.

Her eyes flutter open, and she meets my gaze. I smile when she reaches for me. With a swift motion, I remove my boxers, then lay my body gently over hers. I hold myself up on my forearms, then cup her face in my hands so that I can look into her eyes.

Rylan wraps her legs around my waist and then caresses my back with both hands.

“I love you so much, Rylan, and I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

Rylan gives me a soft smile. I could spend hours staring into her eyes. She sees me, truly sees me in a way that scares me sometimes. Only one other person sees past the cocky bravado that I have hidden behind for so many years.

It is amazing to have someone other than my brother see who I am inside. Past the broken man that came home from war. Past the man-whore I never really wanted to be, but went with it because it numbed the pain I felt deep down.

This beautiful woman, inside and out, owns me.

“I love you too, Aaron. You saved me, and I will spend the rest of our lives saving you from those demons that you run from. Run to me instead.”

I kiss her softly. Quickly our kisses turn heated again. Tongues dueling with each other. Teeth nipping at bottom lips. Hands roaming over heated skin.

When her hips undulate against me, I rock my hips with her. My cock slipping through her wet folds, the tip rubbing against her clit with every upward motion. Her body shudders at each brief contact.

Finally, unable to hold off any longer, I thrust upward as she angles her hips just right to ease my way. We both stop moving as I slide into her fully. I thread our fingers together and lift both of her arms above her head. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly start to move.

“You are my heart, Rylan. I am so grateful to you for making me yours.”

Soon, words are forgotten as pleasure consumes us.