Page 77 of Eight Weeks
A tear rolls down my face, not from sadness, but just emotions.
He kisses my tear away, then presses his lips back to mine. “Oh, Sofia…”
“Aaron.”
When his head comes down, resting next to mine as he thrusts just that tiny bit deeper into me, and I find my hands stroking down his back, I finally realize that ever leaving him again will be the worst thing to ever happen in my entire life.
I can hear his pants, his small groans, and huffs, and they’re one of the most erotic sounds I have ever heard. Aaron isn’t my first time, but I sure wish he was.
Aaron is sweet with me, listens to what I want and makes me feel good. He cares about me,mypleasure, not just his own.
“Fuck,” he rasps just as my hands grip his biceps, my fingers dipping into his skin. “You were made for me, Sofia.”
No, you were made for me, Aaron.
He brings a hand down to where we’re joined, pressing his fingers to my clit, rubbing me. “I need you to come for me, love.”
My eyes roll back in my head, my chest pressing against his as my back arches away from the mattress. I know he can feel me clench around his cock because he groans into my ear, his voice low and hoarse.
“Come with me, love.”
I let go at the same time as he does, crying out in pleasure and not caring a single bit about my family being in the house. All my mind is focusing on is the sweet, sweet relief and the orgasm rushing through my veins, tensing up my body and going boneless a moment later.
Aaron collapses on top of me, heavily breathing and panting.
Why has nobody ever warned me of getting intimate with the guy you have an awful amount of feelings for? No, it’s great, really. I love every second Aaron and I spend together being intimate, vulnerable to the other. I just don’t like feeling the emotions, the negative ones. The ones that have me fear losing him again, because I still haven’t worked through my trauma.
I told Aaron I wouldn’t know if I could ever live in New City again, or the state of New York. He knows, and yet I feel bad for not having the guts to face my fears.
This man here followed me to Germany to get back at my ex-boyfriend, yet I’m here questioning if it’s even going to be worth his time.
I should suck it up and face my grandmother, leave the trauma behind, and start living the life Iwant. With Aaron by my side. Every step I take.
42
Sofia
“there’s a future in my life I can’t foresee”—Ready to Run by One Direction
Aaron told me to dress nicebecause he is taking me out. Unsure of where he will take me, especially on Christmas Eve with only churches being open and, if you’re lucky, a way too fancy restaurant way outside of my little village here, I decide to go a little classier than I usually would.
Instead of a black dress with my purple bow, Aaron made me go with all white. A cute short dress, showing some cleavage. It’s tight and has a little cut-out triangle going from right underneath the middle of my breasts. Perhaps I should have chosen to wear sneakers as it’s still snowing outside, but they wouldn’t have fit to the outfit, so I will have to suffer.
And, of course, my favorite piece of jewelry.Thenecklace. The Lego necklace. At least there is one thing in purple on me today.
As I finish the last touch-ups on my face, Aaron comes walking into my bedroom. He stops in his tracks when his eyes find me, scanning my body from head to toe. “That’s what you’re wearing?”
I nod. “Got a problem with that?”
Aaron steps closer, closing the door behind him. “I do, actually.” He walks up behind me, turning my head to face the mirror together with him. One hand of his strokes up my hips before they settle to hold me by my waist. “You’re too stunning. I might get a stroke looking at you.”
He leans down, placing a kiss to my shoulder. Tilting my head to grant him a little more access to my neck, I suck in a breath when he actually leaves kisses there.
“Aaron…” If he continues to kiss me like that, this will end with us on my bed again, and as far as I know, we don’t have enough time for that.
“Just…” He turns me around, lifting my face to his. “One.” The space between our lips disappears, and before I know, Aaron has his pressed to mine. My heartbeat quickens, even more so when Aaron pulls my hips closer into his own body.
Never in my life have I thought I would ever stand here, kissing the guy of my dreams. I never want him to stop doing that, ever. I never want to stop feeling his hands on my body. I never want to stop feeling like he’s part of the oxygen I am breathing.
