Page 56 of Avelina

Aaron’s brow furrowed, then his expression transformed into something simultaneously enthusiastic and incredulous as he worked through the reasoning. Connection told him that I was truthful, but he still had to weigh the possibility that I might be wrong.

I rested my head against him again and released my breath, feeling his chest rise and fall while he decided. We were only superficially connected, so I didn’t hear his thoughts, but I guessed that he asked himself if the pregnancy risk was worth it.

It took for-freaking-ever. As I had noted before, Aaron liked to take his time to think things through. I lay against him as he caressed my hair, thinking. His touch sent electricity straight to my core, and I could feel his erection trapped between us. It was all I could do not to reach down and stroke him.

“Okay,” he whispered.

I let him hug me for a moment more, then I pushed myself back and sat up again. “Okay,” I repeated, “then touch me.” I took his right hand and placed it on my breastbone. His hand was hot, but the room was chilly. I let the heat seep into me, absorbing it like a sponge. The heat filled my chest, pushing down to the base of my spine. I connected to him through the touch and whispered, “Can I come in?”

He let me into a deep connection, and I immediately felt his powerful desire for me. It really wasn’t fair, to be honest. There hadn’t been much chance that he would say no, though his restraint was impressive given how painfully hard he was just from me sitting on top of him.

I could hear his thoughts now, and they were all variations on the same theme. Oh, Goddess. This is amazing, but what do I do? He had only seen breasts once before, and that was by accident when he was a kid.

Just touch me, I thought to him. Put your mouth on me. Start gentle and end rough. They were words of a sort, but they were infused with heat and mixed with images of what I wanted him to do to me, where I wanted his hands, his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

I took his other hand and molded his fingers around the fabric of my dress, sending the image of him pulling it open. He complied, pulling the fabric to the side, and I felt his reaction to seeing my breasts for the first time. His lips parted and his breath turned ragged. He was imagining tearing my dress all the way off. I wasn’t opposed. I hated that thing.

He slid his hand down to one breast, running his palm lightly over it. The touch sent a shiver through my whole body, and he felt it too. I felt him feeling it, like a feedback loop.

Wow, this is going to be good, I thought and let out a short, breathless laugh.

This clearly broke some kind of spell because he took charge then, lifting my whole body off him as if I were no heavier than a throw pillow. He rolled me to my back so he could hover over me, pressing his mouth back to mine. I spread my knees apart and pulled his hips down. He relaxed against me, his solid form on top of me like a weighted blanket. Despite everything, I had never felt safer than I did right there underneath his body.

“Lina,” Aaron whispered. He said my name like a prayer, reverent and suppliant. The sound of it sent an unexpected jolt through me and I moaned a little, grasping at his tunic. His mouth found my neck, then he lifted himself to pull my dress over my head.

My one set of undergarments was washed with my other clothes and laid out to dry. He hadn’t known that I wore nothing underneath, and he stopped to stare. I let him stare, then stuck my toes underneath his tunic and ran them from his leg up to his hip, reconnecting, and also learning that he wasn’t wearing anything under his tunic either. He reached down and tugged it off, flinging it to the side.

He was leaner than I had imagined. He was naturally a large person and broad, at least by Earth standards, but he wasn’t built like a bodybuilder. He looked like a man who had been living off the land, eating just enough to get by and doing lots of manual labor. His chest was lightly covered in black hair, and he had a pronounced farmer’s tan, though his palest skin was still darker than mine ever got. He was uncircumcised. I stared openly, wondering how much I could get in my mouth.

Only one way to find out.

He knelt there in front of me while I contemplated that, sending the image to him. He closed his eyes, imagining it, then lay down on top of me, pressing his naked skin against mine. His skin was just short of too hot.

He moved his mouth down to my neck again, then farther down to my breasts and belly. I let my head fall back to bask in the heat of his mouth. He wanted to take his time and worship every inch of my body, doing all the things I had showed him I wanted, but he felt my pleasure too intensely through our link, which made it difficult for him to slow down.

A short little growl escaped his tight control, which made me grin up at the ceiling. Bear Guy is growling at me, I thought.

His eyes locked onto mine, one corner of his mouth ticking up. Bear Guy, he thought, shaking his head. He moved his mouth back up to mine and settled between my legs, rocking his hips gently back and forth until I ached to push him inside.

Instead, I did something that I belatedly understood he’d been fantasizing about since the first moment he saw me, something that had previously filled him with so much shame that he’d been enraged by it. Despite my disheveled state and his resentment over years of isolation, he had wanted me to touch him so badly that he’d seriously considered leaving me out there in the woods to escape. He was ecstatic that he’d suppressed that impulse.

I slid my hand over his hip, continued down his thigh, then back up between his legs. I stroked him, and he pulled his mouth away and dropped his head back, making a sound like he’d set down something heavy. His voice vibrated through me, and I pulsed with need for him.

Tell me what you want, I thought to him, sending him images of his options.

He gazed into my eyes and thought, There’s time for all those things later. Right now, I just want to be inside you.

I want that too, I thought to him, relieved.

I stroked him a few more times, then guided him carefully to the correct angle. Once the path was assured, he lowered himself down on top of me, pushing inside me deeply with a loud groan.

I gasped, then I wrapped my legs tightly around him. I closed my eyes and relaxed back, taking in the feeling. He did the same, drinking in the experience of being completely connected to me in mind and body.

He kissed me gently on the lips and neck, barely moving his hips. I glanced up at the healing wound above his eye and decided that now was the time. I sent my intention to him, and he agreed, so I pushed Protection into him, directing it toward that wound again. He moaned loudly, then began thrusting in earnest.

I opened myself up fully to his need, letting him take control. He pinned one of my hands above my head, and I had the other in his hair. It was still damp and fell loosely around his head in dark waves.

I can’t believe how good this feels, he thought over and over. It’s so good. It’s so good. It’s so good. I felt the sensations of his body as if they were my own, and they were as much a part of my experience as those of my own body.

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