Aaron moaned softly as she arched her back and brought herself up against him. “Point taken,” he sighed out breathlessly as he grinned at her. Truthfully, she didn’t need her body to make contact with him at all to distract him completely. The way she spoke, the inflection of her tone, it all was strands of her hold on him. Not to mention the way she looked at him. That alone could likely undo him almost completely. The way she had looked at him with complete distrust and distance just a day or two before felt like another lifetime. Now she looked at him with a hunger and desire that made his heart race. She was nothing if not effective in her ability to pull at each thread of his self control until he was completely unravelling. Aaron couldn’t ever remember feeling like that. Usually he was so controlled, contained, there was always some measure of restraint. Whatever he had left of it now was crumbling with each touch and tease from Roxie. He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect if that dam cracked open. It was uncharted territory. Much like almost everything that had occurred between them since they’d stepped back into the hotel room after the diner. There was so much to learn about her. So many new aspects of her to explore. He was more than eager to take that time. Hopefully over, and over, and over again.
The way she breathlessly said his name stopped him. His eyes met hers as she pulled away from the kiss. Everything about the way she looked at him made him want to dive back into where he’d left off. The intense hunger in her eyes made him want her even more, if that was at all possible. I’m right here. A new wave of desire for her washed over him again. The soft kiss she pressed to his lips was such a contrast to the intensity that he was feeling, and that it seemed she was feeling too. The tenderness was unexpected yet welcome. A pause to simmer the burning desire between the two of them. It lasted only a second. Her hand was moving to close atop of hers. Aaron was learning the ways that she liked to be touched. There was so much to explore and learn and he appreciated that she was keen to guide him in exactly the way she wanted him to touch her. It was his inclination to be soft and go slow. And he could feel her encouraging him to lean in to something more, to let go and embrace a more intense expression of his desire. He moaned as she gently nipped at his bottom lip and squeezed his hand more firmly against her breast. She knew exactly how to get him completely lost in her. As she moved his hand away and slowly began to trail down her body, he felt all of his resolve slipping away. As she pressed his hand between her legs, he couldn’t help the soft moan that left his lips as he felt how wet she was for him. As much as he’d been painfully aching for her, it seemed it had been entirely mutual. When she invited him to have her however he wanted, there was no resolve left. He couldn’t even begin to pretend that he would be able to take his time and tease her any longer. He needed her. He shuddered slightly as she drew her hand away and grazed against his aching hard on. Aaron watched her for a moment, mesmerized by her. I’m all yours. Fuck, she knew how to unravel him completely.
Aaron’s fingertips grazed up her center, teasing against her clit before he pulled away. He wanted to take time and touch and taste every inch of her. But that was going to have to wait. She had shattered any last grasp he had on his self control. All he could think about was how desperately he needed her. His hand moved away from the warmth of her body and grasped his length. Aaron shifted his hips slightly so he could position himself at her entry. He slid his head down the wetness and he couldn’t help the moan that left his lips. Whatever teasing effect was meant for her only served to torture him equally. Aaron pressed a hungry kiss to her lips to silence himself. After aching for so long beneath the towel, hovering so close to her untouched, that sensation alone was mindblowing. He pulled back from the kiss just enough so he could see her face as he slowly slid himself inside of her, watching her face for every little reaction. They had flirted and teased and toyed with one another all evening. And now they were finally here. His hand moved away as he pressed himself into her, moving to grasp against her thigh. She had been so ready for him. The warm, wetness tightening around him made the coil of pleasure in his stomach tighten. “Oh, Roxie,” his voice shuddered softly as she completely enveloped him. Aaron pressed another tender kiss to her lips before it quickly grew to something more intense as he drew his hips back to slowly press into her again. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped into their kiss. Aaron kept his tempo slow and easy for just a few moments. He broke away from the kiss just enough to catch her gaze, checking in with her to ensure she was alright. But it was clear, while she may have enjoyed the tenderness, she was not fragile and she could not only take but desperately wanted the intensity between them.
For a brief moment, Roxie thought she might have caused Aaron to malfunction. If it weren’t for the look of extreme admiration on his features, she might’ve thought to kickstart him in some creative way to get him back on track. The pause in his actions was minor but long enough that it felt like ages. And just as she had time to consider her leading him straight to the promise land might’ve caused the operative a small aneurysm, he kicked back into action. Roxie moaned loudly as he finally touched her with his own action and not her direction. His fingers slipped against her folds and tortuously against her clit before he pulled away. It didn’t feel tentative like he was testing the waters, it felt deliberate. Calculated. Maybe a little cautious, as if touching her too much before he got to the main course would sate him too soon. They were so close. So very close to the thing they’d been literally and figuratively dancing around all evening. And even without saying it too specifically, she knew the second they passed this threshold that she’d be in for one hell of night. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop and Aaron, while incredibly controlled, seemed more and more unraveled by the sight of her completely available to him. Roxie opened her thighs a little as he shifted above her, anticipating what was coming while ready to keep him steadily between her legs. A soft, needy moan fell from her lips as he slid along her slit - the fire within her burning brighter. Roxie kissed him back just as hungrily, moving her hand from where it was teasing his nipple to gripping his hip tightly. As he broke away from the kiss, Roxie found herself once again at a loss for words as he watched her.
She could recognize the hunger and the desire and the need but there was something more intimate and more tender than she was prepared for reflecting back at her. Something deep and cosmic that connected them intrinsically. And as he started to press into her, aided by how incredibly wet she was, her head pressed back against the mattress as she tried to keep her eyes on his while she instinctively moved with the pressure. A strangled moan pulled from her chest as she shifted her hips to accept more of him, the stretch of her walls around him leaving her fully breathless as he hilted himself inside. “Fuck” was the only coherent word that formed initially, her fingers pressing hard into the flesh of his hip to tug him somehow deeper against her. He fit so snugly within her, so firmly that before he even began truly moving she could feel every last inch of him against her walls. The anticipation paid off. His hand moved to her thigh and she squeezed against him encouragingly, letting herself get lost in the tender kiss offered. When he moved against her again it was slow and languid, as if he was savoring her. Roxie pressed her tongue against his, hoping to give him even more to savor. She caught his moan in her mouth as their kiss intensified, his thrusts a stark contrast as the energy between them became conflicted with itself. She was conflicted, craving both. Roxie was finding the passionate yet tender version of their connection deeply exciting and still she felt like it was a kindness she didn’t wholly deserve. No one had treated her this way. Nobody. They’d only just begun and he was already outpacing all of them in how she felt about it. Granted, none of them were good men. Aaron Cross was treating her like a good man. Her fingers squeezed tightly where hers were laced with his, holding his hand tightly with each thrust. Their lips locked in an ever growing intensity that their body’s weren’t matching. Every sensation, every twitch of his body against hers, every soft thrust and hard kiss worked together to confuse and satisfy.
“Aaron,” she pressed needily against his lips, her voice long since lost to breathless. The tempo he’d established had been ratcheting up the energy between them again. At a slow build, her nerves firing off at every stroke, that would likely continue to climb at a steady pace to a deeply explosive end if nothing changed. They’d get there. And she’d get there again. And again. In fact, there was a part of her that wanted to let him just take her on this peaceful walk. And there was a time and place for that. She let him push deliciously back into her once more, and again, and a third time - each one earning him a soft moan and a deeper arch up against him as she prepared to move. She didn’t even need to pull her leg away from where he’d been clasping her thigh. In a quick movement, deftly using momentum and a decent amount of strength she flipped them so that he was beneath her in the middle of the bed. She smirked down at him, enjoying her own view of him fully at her mercy as she straddled him. Well, he could easily get out of this pin and she certainly hoped he would with expedience, but she had full confidence he wouldn’t for now. “We’re taking turns, right?” she leaned over him sensually, dragging her hands up both of his sides and coaxing his arms up above his head. Mirroring his earlier actions, she held the two of his wrists in one hand to press them against the mattress while she reached between them to take hold of his length. “Keep these to yourself,” she nibbled at his earlobe, “at least for fifteen seconds. Enjoy the show a little first.” She kissed along his neck and down to his chest before she sat up in front of him, rising to her knees just long enough to position his length beneath her. As she settled down upon him, she threw her head back and groaned with deep satisfaction, the new position adding more to an already raging inferno. She moved her hands along her torso up to her breasts as she began moving up and down. She started slow, rolling her hips as she rose and fell, but that didn’t last long as she picked up speed. Roxie stabilized herself with one hand pressed to his chest as she let her free hand wander her skin. “Aaron,” she gasped out a helpful reminder, “this is an interactive show.”
Aaron knew he was holding back. He was desperately clinging onto some semblance of control. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to completely lose himself in her but he had truly never let go in that way. As much as she was subtly pushing him towards that with each bit of teasing, he didn’t want to rush the moment. Even though the prospect of this aspect of their relationship had only become a possibility in very, very, recent moments - he did not want to treat it with any less respect than he did her. Aaron wanted to worship her, reflect the deep feelings he was holding for her in every kiss and touch. Right now, his body wanted to betray all that and utterly lose himself in her. If he wasn’t careful, he might miss out on their first moments together in a frenzy of intense passion. Not that he thought she would be at all opposed to that idea. Every gentle urging towards action and moan that slipped from her lips made it hard not to give in to the unspoken demands. Still, he wanted to savor her as much as he could whilst also not leaving any doubt for how much he wanted and needed her. There was no hesitation in the traditional sense, only a mindfulness of how he wanted her to feel. This wasn’t something to be rushed. This wasn’t some eager encounter that needed to rush to the finish line at the first sign of either of them being satisfied. He intended to put her previously touted stamina to the test in more than one way.
As soon as he felt her movement he was happy to go with her as she rolled them. Aaron settled on his back to take in the new view. He looked up at her with a mix of amusement and intensifying desire. There was something deeply attractive about her display of strength and power. He had felt the strength in her muscles beneath his fingertips as he’d grasped her thighs and now he’d gotten to have a small taste of the power behind them.He’d felt it before, of course, but in the context of a fight for both of their lives. The scramble and ferocity. This was something else entirely and he was more than happy to be along for this particular ride. He didn’t resist as she mimicked his previous movements and drew his hands up above his head. A smile lingered on his lips, amused at her teasing game. Aaron groaned softly as she took hold of his length. She hardly gave him a chance to recover as she whispered her command in his ear. She could’ve asked him to do anything and everything and he would’ve done it for her. Aaron was fairly certain she knew it too. He was far too caught up in her to care. Soft sighs followed as she trailed kisses down him until she finally sat back. As she rose up on her knees he looked down between them, watching as she slipped down on him and he disappeared inside of her. The visual combined with the physical sensation had Aaron’s head pressed back into the mattress, eyes falling shut for just a moment. It took every ounce of his self control not to move his hands from where she’d left them. His eyes quickly settled on her, not wanting to miss a fraction of a second of his new view. Somewhere in the back of his mind a young Kenny was having his mind absolutely blown. If he was being honest, the present moment Aaron was also experiencing the same. Best show of his life.
He watched her, utterly mesmerized as she moved on top of him. It was hard for him to decipher if the physical enjoyment of her movements or the visual of watching her wandering hands over her own body as she rolled her hips, clearly enjoying herself was driving him more crazy. Aaron was more than happy to oblige her as she gave permission for him to move his hands again. To her credit, it had been longer than fifteen seconds but regardless he wasn’t about to disobey her. Immediately, his hands came forward to slide up her thighs to settle on her hips. The feel of her hips rolling underneath his fingertips sent a shiver of pleasure through him. “God, look at you,” his voice barely a whisper as he took in the whole picture of what he was enjoying. Slowly his hands trailed upwards, enjoying the ability to have such unfettered access to her skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful Roxie,” he managed to murmur out between the sighs of pleasure as he slowly ran his hands up her body. He cupped her breasts tenderly squeezing in line with how she’d grasped his hand earlier. Thumbs moved to lightly tease her nipples. Touching her as she rolled her hips caused him to moan softly. His hands slowly trailed back down. One settled on her hip and grasped there lightly. He didn’t bring his own hips up to meet her or urge her on just yet. She slowly picked up her own tempo and he was frankly enjoying watching her work at her own pace, her hand pressed to his chest as she used him to brace herself. His other hand slipped down further, pressing against the crook of her hip and inside of her thigh. Thumb stretching down to rub against her clit, providing her that little bit more of stimulation for her as she continued to ride him.
