Eight Weeks (Unfrozen Four Book 2)
Eight Weeks: Chapter 41

“you’re buried in the pillow, yeah you’re so loud”—Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Aaron crawls up my body the second after he has put on the condom. He kisses every inch of me, making me feel incredibly wanted.

It’s something I never thought was possible to feel. Wanted. He wants me, right now. Sure, it is sex, and he wants me for my body for the moment, but that doesn’t change the little hint of something deeper, something more in his kisses, his words.

My lips part when I feel his cock against my pussy, and Aaron uses that moment to slide his tongue inside my mouth. Every single time he kisses me, it gets more and more intoxicating. Adrenaline rushes through me, igniting every imaginable cell in my body.

“Aaron,” I say a little breathless. “What do I do to you?” The question has been running through my mind since he’s asked me if I had any clue what I did to him. But he was quick to shut me up and forget about it. Until now.

His eyes are a little hazy when he looks at me, dazed and filled with lust. “What you do to me?” he repeats back to me, reaching a hand down between our bodies only to slide the tip of his cock through my folds. “You’re driving me insane.”

He pushes inside of me all at once, making me gasp for air.

“You invade my mind all day, every day.” He pulls out and thrusts back inside, this time a little slower than before. “You keep me up at night because I’d much rather think about you than sleep.” Aaron kisses me, pumping his hips in a sweet, yet slow rhythm. “But when I do sleep, you’re in every single dream of mine.”

I moan into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him down.

“You’re the first thought sneaking into my head when I wake up.” He pushes into me. “You’re the last thought in my head when I lie in bed and fall asleep.”

His cock fills me up, and I love every second of him inside me. The feeling of Aaron, on me, around me, inside of me… it’s everything I have ever wanted.

“You’re in everything I see, in every single thing I do.”

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 replace 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, my pleasure, 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 I want. With Aaron by my side. Every step I take.