Eight Weeks (Unfrozen Four Book 2)
Eight Weeks: Chapter 46

“hold your hair in deep devotion”—I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkey

“Close your eyes, love,” Aaron says, as he washes off his hands from my shampoo, then takes the showerhead in his hand. “I don’t want you to get shampoo into your eyes.”

I close my eyes but am kind enough to let him know they’re closed. Even if we decided to turn on the ceiling light and not just the ones around the mirror, he wouldn’t see my eyes as my back is facing him.

He brings the showerhead to my hair, having turned the water a little hotter as he knows I prefer it that way.

The second we stepped in here and I had turned the water to “boiling-hot”, so Aaron insists it was, he had me turn it colder. At least now that he is washing my hair, or rather rinsing out the shampoo he so gently massaged into it, he has turned up the temperature again.

Once my hair is washed, we’ll be good to go back into bed and catch some sleep, but I’m still kind of hoping on the shower sex I’ve been promised. To be fair, I did kind of ruin the whole mood with making him promise me not to say “I love you” on my birthday, which would be a year from now as my birthday was only a week ago.

Buuut, the boner he is sporting still lets me hope, okay? Sue me.

And not to forget, Aaron has put on the playlist he created for whenever we have sex just before we stepped into the shower. He didn’t use the CD he gifted me, but as far as I can tell, he has the same playlist on his phone.

“Stop moving so much,” he grunts, pressing a hand to the top of my head to keep it in place. “You’re the worst possible shower-buddy I have ever had.”

“Who else was there?”

“My rubber duckies and the shower gel slash shampoo bottles lined up in my shower. And yes, they’re a better audience than you are.”

“No other woman?” Why, Sofia? WHY?

He snorts. “Nah. I am not giving free shows of my dick to anyone.”

“Yet here you are giving me a free show.”

Aaron turns me around, holding the showerhead right into my face. I almost choke on the water but am lucky enough not to actually inhale it.

“Oh, sorry, did that hit your face?”

He moves his hand away from my face, putting the showerhead back in its place and switching on the big ceiling rain shower instead. All the while he’s being attacked by my hands that keep slapping him for his rudeness.

When my hand replaces his ass—logical consequence from him not reacting to any of my other beating attempts—he faces me. His eyebrows are currently visiting Jupiter, that’s how high he’s raised them. Aaron’s jaw is slightly clenched as he keeps himself from either laughing or spitting out some words that no holy person would ever appreciate to hear, and without throwing at least three liters of holy water at them. Might as well drown him in it at this point.

“Did you just slap my ass?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Did you feel my hand on your ass or someone else’s?”

“Having a smart mouth now, huh?” He comes a little closer, I take a step back. “How smart is that mouth of yours going to be when I push you up against this glass?”

He’s speaking of the only barrier that’s separating the bathroom from the enormous walk-in shower my parents thought of being practical to get. I never understood why we’d need a huge shower here, but for once I’m quite grateful we have it.

In a heartbeat, Aaron has turned me back around, pressing my body into the glass as he stands behind me. The cold of the glass makes me gasp, but not nearly as much as Aaron does when he nudges my legs apart and reaches his hand down to cup my pussy.

“How smart is that mouth going to be when I do this…” Two fingers slide through my folds until the tips of them dare to sink inside me. “Or this.” They push inside me, and I would love to say the water kind of makes it a little more difficult, but it doesn’t. I’m as wet as I have been the last couple of times Aaron and I had sex, which seems a little embarrassing, if I’m being honest. Not enough to mortify me though.

“Always so ready for me,” he rasps, leaving kissing down my neck. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I will murder you if you do.” I shouldn’t have said that, because it only makes Aaron pull his fingers out of me and chuckle. “Aaron Phoenix Mar—”

My voice gets lost when he spins me around and lifts me up. A soft huff leaves me, which he is quick to swallow because his lips are on mine so hungrily, it almost appears as though he hates it when he can’t muffle me with his own mouth.

“You better keep quiet this time, Icicle,” he warns, then brings his mouth to my breasts, capturing one of my nipples between his teeth, licking it then sucking it right into his mouth.

I whimper, then groan in frustration when he releases my nipple with a slight pop.

“I mean it, Sofia.” His fingertips on my ass dig deeper into my skin as he squeezes it. “Make a sound and I’ll stop.”

“Why?”

“Because the entire house is asleep, and I refuse to let my soon-to-be in-laws get woken up by me fucking their daughter.”

My heart makes a jump. Or two. Or twenty. Soon-to-be in-laws. I like the sound of it… maybe a little too much.

We. Are. Not. Anywhere. Near. Engaged. So suck it up, Sofia.

“You guys keep condoms in the bathroom?” Oh. Right.

I shake my head. “Not that I know of it.”

“Dare to go bare or should I run over to your room and get one?”

He already knows I’m on the pill, or at least I think he does. Aaron has witnessed me taking them, and I doubt he’s too clueless to know what kind of pills I’ve been taking at the very same time, daily. “Are there any STDs you have I should know of?”

“Funny.” He laughs sarcastically, setting me down to the floor. “Got tested the week before we got here.”

“Me, too.”

“Good.” Aaron lifts one of my legs, hooking his arm underneath my knee. With his free hand, he grasps his dick, gives himself one long stroke then slides the head of his cock through my lips.

My mouth opens, a whimper about to leave me when Aaron’s mouth comes slamming to mine instead.

He pushes inside me, his hand moves to my waist, just holding me close and steady. Though, I wish I could say the same for my breathing because that one sure as hell is far from steady.

My arms come up around his neck, hands replaceing into his wet hair.

The hot water raining down on us does nothing for the heat-increase my body is met with every time Aaron slides out of me to push back inside.

He kisses my lips, my jaw, down my neck and wherever he can reach. I moan, leaning my head back against the glass only to realize my mistake. I have made a sound.

Aaron pulls out of me, punishing me. “Aaron,” I groan, angry at the loss and deprived of an orgasm I could feel building up already.

“I warned you.”

“It’s a natural reaction,” I argue. Like, come on. He cannot seriously punish me for being vocal. After all, it is Aaron fucking me, making me feel good. He should be proud. “Please.”

He turns me around, my hands flat on the glass. I can feel Aaron wrap my wet hair around his fist before his other hand settles on my hips and he slams into me again. This time, Aaron doesn’t punish me for moaning out loud, and thank God he doesn’t.

I’m far too sensitive to his touch to control what comes out of my mouth right now.

My moans grow louder with every thrust. Another gasp for air following when Aaron covers one of my hands with his and my eyes replace the light purple ribbon around it. I’m not sure why this turns me on even more, but it does.

He pulls on my hair, my head tilting back until our eyes meet. My mouth stands open, my eyes half-lidded as my legs start to feel weaker.

“You like this?” He thrusts into me a little harder, letting go of my hair only to bring his arm around my body to hold me close to him.

“Yes,” I gasp, meeting his thrusts.

“WOULD YOU QUIET DOWN!” a deep voice with a heavy German accent screams, banging against the bathroom door.

I would be terrified if I didn’t know this was Leon complaining. Aaron seems to know as well, or he simply doesn’t care who’s just on the other side of the door when he starts to laugh.

“Jealous you couldn’t get her to be this loud?” He slams into me a little harder, eliciting a moan from my throat that’s almost loud enough to wake the dead.

“Are you seriously carrying on? Who the fuck does that?” God, Leon is really getting on my nerves. Like, we’ve established that before, but right in this moment, I wish I had a knife with me to stab him with.

“Sure. Want to come in and watch?” The door is locked, Aaron knows that.

“I’d rather die.”

“Then why are you still standing there talking to me?”

Judging by the lack of comeback, either Leon has now left, or he is being a weirdo and pretends to have gone back to my sister’s room. Either way, I couldn’t care any less.

I clench around Aaron’s dick, tingles running down my spine. “I’m going to come,” I cry out.

“Fuck yeah, you are.”

He chases my orgasm with possession, like he knows he owns me even if I would never tell him because I’m still my own person.

My brain shuts off, vision going dark as my eyes roll back and I cry out in pleasure. The rush of my orgasm sweeping through my body.

Aaron comes inside of me, panting just as heavily as I am.

For a short while, we just stand there with Aaron still buried deep inside of me. Our breaths trying to calm down but not seeming to do so any time soon.

By the time we exit the bathroom and are back in my room, I am officially exhausted enough to fall asleep within the second my head hits the pillow.

We both fall down on the bed, not caring that neither of us wears any proper clothing. Aaron only threw on some boxer briefs while I allowed myself to steal one of his sweatshirts. I don’t even wear anything underneath, but it’s not like Aaron hasn’t seen me naked, so who cares?

As we lie and my eyes close, Aaron rolls over, right on top of me, resting his head right on my boobs. It’s a little difficult to breathe, but not enough for me to push him off.

“Good night, my love,” he mumbles, my heart melting at his sleepy voice.

“Just like that?” He nods very slowly. “On top of me?”

“Yup.”

I bring my arms around his body, gently tracing my nails over his back for some backrubs. “Okay,” I whisper, “Good night.”

“Good night.”

He already said that, but I’m too tired to tell him.

Just like that, I drift off to sleep with my favorite person right on top of me.