Page 19 of His Cabin Obsession

I come like a great wave, spilling over and out of me, flowing through my whole body, sending tingles through everything. For a moment all I know is the white hot heat behind my eyelids, the searing bliss that erases everything else around me, the whole universe narrowed to one single point of pleasure.

I gasp for breath as Aaron moves his head away from my thighs, the sensation cooling and leaving me twitching and jerking until it subsides, leaving me to bask in the afterglow of the first time a man has ever made me come.

Chapter Sixteen

Aaron

I watch Olivia twitch and gasp in pleasure, her face first screwing up with the intensity of her orgasm and then relaxing, smoothing out into total bliss. I alternate my gaze between her face and her body, watching the pulsing there, the aftermath of her pleasure. She is exquisite, in every line, every inch of skin.

I look at her and I can’t see anything else in the whole world. Nothing exists outside of this one room in this cabin, not the forest or the mountains, not work or responsibilities, only this. I wanted to wait, to drag it out further, to give her all the pleasure she wants over the next few days before at last taking my own. That was the plan. Now, looking down at her flushed and open before me, I don’t think I can stick to it.

I can’t wait. I can’t hold myself back anymore from her. I want more – I want to claim her right now, to spill my seed inside her and make her swell with my child, to leave my mark on her. I want every man to look at her and know she is mine, and no one else but me can ever have her. I need more. I need to take her now.

I can’t stop looking at her, from her softly parted lips, her flushed and damp skin, and her heavy breasts lying on her heaving chest to her sex, glistening and wet with my saliva and her own juices. My hands reach out of their own accord and touch her, first her hips, gliding over her skin, gripping her waist, her thighs. Then up over her breasts, stroking her nipples, teasing them between my fingers, making them stand tall and proud. I can’t stop myself. I want to touch every part of her, with every part of myself. I want to consume every inch of her, to feel it, to know it.

I will make her mine – I’ll do it now. I can’t wait. I meet her eyes as she opens them again, soft and dazed, full of the magical aura of the afterglow still settled on her. She is sleepy and blissed out, but when she sees the desire in my eyes her own open wider, taking me in. I know she sees my intentions in my gaze. I rake it over her again, exulting in her body, drinking her in again and again while I touch her, while I gather that wetness between her folds and rub it against her, provoking more.

I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, lifting it off over my head without pausing, one swift and smooth motion. I toss it to the floor, not caring about where it falls. I see Olivia’s eyes trail down over my chest, my abs. I’ve worked hard for this body. I see her bite her lip, and I know she still needs permission from me, encouragement, to know what to do.

I take her hands, lying loose on the covers of the bed – telltale bunches in the fabric where she gathered it tight in her fists while I pleasured her – and place them on the planes of my chest, let her hesitate there a moment. I shift forward to make it easier for her to reach, letting her explore in her own time.

Her hesitant touch runs over the surfaces of my muscles, tracing their angles, their hard and soft edges. She has a look of wonder in her eyes that I could see for the rest of my life and never tire of. She reaches for my hips and waits, looking up at me, her gaze meeting mine with a questioning look.

I hop up off the bed, dislodging her hands and making her frown, but I soon step closer to her again, letting her lie on her side to face me, watching. I keep my eyes on her face, wanting to see every moment of her reaction, trying to read her thoughts behind them. I know she’s excited. I am too; this is the moment – when we mate together, it will be the beginning of something. Something that I will not allow ever to end, for the rest of our lives.

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