Chapter 5

Five

Aron

M y blood turns to fire and suddenly I no longer care why it's wrong for me to take her. Why I should tell her to run. All I can see is her naked body in my bed and I want her, all of her. I'm going to lick, kiss and fuck my way through the rest of the night, memorizing every inch of her forbidden body.

Finally.

Two years of torture is about to end. But I'm going to take it nice and slow, savor every damn minute of having her all to myself.

I unwrap her fingers from around my cock, flip her over and pin her hands above her head, reminiscent of our positions the night she ran away like a good girl should do.

But Willow is no longer the same scared girl with puppy love glowing in the depths of her eyes. As I loom over her, she holds my stare, her eyes burning bright up at me with a woman's passion.

"So fucking eager for my baby?"

Her fingers clamp down on mine. "For you ."

I lean close, running my nose along the delicate line of her jaw. I love how the fierceness of her answer makes her breasts sway and she doesn't know it yet, but I'm going to spend the rest of my life pleasuring them.

Pinning her hand with one of mine, I run my other over her sides, letting my fingers whisper over the softness of her stomach. I slide a finger through her drenched folds and spread them wide so I can see the pleasure nub buried there.

"And are you always so excited, so wet when you wake up?"

She clamps her thighs around my hand and tries to force me where she wants me, but I spread her again easily.

"Only when you're naked beside me in bed."

I give a rough sounding grunt, nodding my head.

"And how about for other men? Are there any others I need?—"

"No!" she blurts out, eyes narrowing. "I'm wet for you . Only you and don't call me little girl. I'm not a kid anymore. I have needs, Aron." Her voice goes soft toward the end of her outburst. Oh, I know what her needs are, but they aren't the same as mine. She wants a romp in bed while I want the whole fucking nine yards.

Two different ball games.

She looks so beautiful under me with her breasts crushed against my chest. Those delicious nipples of hers pressing against me only make my cock throb more.

"What are those needs, Willow. Tell me. I want to hear every naughty detail of what you need from me. because I'll tell you right now. I have a man's needs. I need to see your pussy dripping with my milk, your lips swollen from me fucking your mouth." I pause, cupping her face with my palm, "And your belly round with my baby."

I stroke my fingers deeper the longer I speak, making her walls tighten around me and flood my hand with more sticky girl-cum.

She gasps sharply, chest heaving and eyes wide with unleashed passion I crave to unlock.

"I...I…"

"You what, Willow?"

I scissor two fingers into her tight little pussy and stretch her for when I feed her slit every inch of my shaft.

"I want you. I…oh, that's good." Her fingers grip mine where I have them locked above her head.

She's panting heavier now, and I take pleasure in knowing it's because of me.

"Finish," I growl.

"I want to feel you deep inside me, I want you to make me see universes away from here and I…" She bites at her lip for a second in that cute unsure way she's always done since I've known her. Her head comes up and she nails me with such an intense, fiery look I feel it all the way to my balls.

"I want your milk to be the only sperm I ever take inside me."

I groan and pump my fingers faster.

"Good."

She rolls her hips, drawing my attention to her nearly bare folds glistening with hellfire honey. The haunting taste of her on my tongue has tortured me too long and I'm due another taste. A hell I've never left.

I rock my hips letting her feel how hard and ready she has me. Sticky white-hot cum spills from the fat crown and I take a little pride in knowing I'm marking her with my milk.

Shit will come down on us for this, but fuck it. This, what she makes me feel, is real.

"I'll take that pussy. Bare. Just like I promised."

Her eyes roll closed as I pump my hips again, and I take pride knowing I'm the one making her flush with lust.

I have to possess her. I push to my knees. Her tight, sweet body all but begs me to slide in balls deep.

I can't walk away again. This is it. Whoever comes after me and my career for what I'm about to do will be dealt with. I'll fight them. For her and myself. We're both adults and there's no way I'm letting Willow leave my bed again. Let them judge. Fuck the made-up rules of society that say I can't love and crave someone as beautiful inside and out as Willow. I'm happy for the first time in, well, ever really. I've never thought about wanting someone the way I do Willow. She's brought out something inside me that's possessive as it is protective and I'll be damned if I let anyone ruin that for me again. I'm done running from my desires.

I climb off the bed.

She pushes to her elbows, her eyes pleading. "Aron, in case you haven't noticed, I'm an adult. I choose here and I choose now. Please. Don't go."

I stagger back, gut-punched by the beauty in my bed. Her tousled hair spills over creamy shoulders and plays over her bejeweled nipples. She thinks I'm leaving. She has me hooked on her, has since day one, only now I'm not letting my job come between us. It's time I show her just how deep in my heart she lives.

I flick on muted lights over the bed. Golden light washes across her perfect skin and for a minute longer I stand completely still, taken aback by her stunning beauty.

I've never felt like this before. My life is built on detachment as a doctor. I can't afford to let emotions guide me. But with her, everything I know is laid to waste and it's like I am rebuilding everything I understand about human connection with her as my base.

And it scares me. Shakes me to the core.

I cross the room and come to kneel between her spread legs.

I fall forward, holding myself up on elbows, my cock heavy and loaded with milk resting at the tip of her entrance.

She wiggles against me, and I press forward until the crown of my cock pushes inside her wet heat. I groan into her neck, wrapping my arms around her so she can't move.

"Not yet—there's so much more to enjoy before I fuck your pussy, Willow."

"Mmm, dirty," she coos, wiggling her brows. "I want to taste you. Please let me taste you." She runs the pink tip of her tongue over her lips.

"I remember lying in bed at night and touching myself as I thought of what you'd feel like against my tongue and imagined the taste of you as you spilled yourself down my throat."

She stretches up and nips my jaw before whispering, "Don't you want my mouth on you?"

God. Hell yes.

Her words paint the same picture I've had in my own dreams for years.

I pump my hips, not deep like I want but enough to have her gasping and me cursing. I grit my teeth, fighting back control from the edge. Damn, she's so fucking tight. And addictive.

"You want my cock in your mouth, baby? Are you sure you can handle that?"

She nods, sending her mass of hair dancing around her bare shoulders. "Don't you dare take the chance away from me to finally have you in my mouth."

I ease the crown out of her and she doesn't waste a second before reaching between us to wrap both hands around my aching shaft.

"Mmm, never, baby., Damn, grip me harder, just like that. Yes," I grit out, pressing forward, sliding my length into her hands. I try to remind myself that I brought her here to watch over her.

She is mine .

There's no way she's not been with another man and that's on me. I was the asshole who told her I never wanted to see her again, and she's way too beautiful to not have a boyfriend since our time apart. Just being logical. But I can't help but think of her never taking another man's sperm. At least that part I will be the first on.

Waves of possession consume me as her hands move, stroking me from base to tip in slow movements. Another small voice of sanity reminds me that looking after her is my first priority.

I rise to my knees to face her and push heavy hair from her face. I run the tips of my fingers over her temples, her forehead, the top of her head. She tilts her face up to mine, and my chest tightens as I stare down into the heartbreaking beauty beneath me.

Her eyes shine, not with unshed tears as they had last time I saw her, but with something else.

I stroke my hand over her silky hair. "How are you feeling, baby?" I kiss my way down the delicate angle of her chin and nuzzle against her neck before I'm back to looking at her.

Her eyes are closed for a second before she opens them again and the full force of her intense passion slams into me like a hurricane.

Her lips tipped up and a hint of the mischievous teenager flashes in her eyes as she stretches up and presses a hard kiss over my lips.

"Wet," she says with a giggle before she made her move. She left one hand wrapped around my cock that is now straining toward her. I slip a hand under her and roll. With her straddling me, her hair spills over both shoulders and I swear to God she is the most beautiful creature on this planet.

She falters, eyes wide and lit up with so much desire it rolls off her in waves. I grip her hips and roll mine, letting her feel my cock nestled between her folds. Not entering, just gliding through her sweet nectar with the slightest of movements.

"Oh." Her lips part with the softest of moans.

The thought of watching her ride me makes me dizzy, but as a small, uncertain smile flits over her face, I know she isn't quite the confident tease she wants me to believe.

I pull her down to me and slowly kiss her, feeding all of my fierce hunger and desire through our connection. Every second that passes her body melts into me more, her lips like butter over mine. She parts her lips and I take the moment to slip my tongue over hers, caressing, dancing, loving.

I kiss her harder and when I nip at her lip, her pussy gushes honey. "Put your sweet mouth on me before I go crazy," I command, my voice a low growl. I fist the comforter and reach for my control. Delicate fingers wrap around my cock slick with her juices.

I am the master of self-control, but somehow Willow is undoing every defense I have. It's taking all I have to stay still and let her enjoy this moment.

She follows my instructions beautifully, bending forward and sliding herself down my body. Her hard nipples rake my chest. Her long hair is soft and silky, caressing my belly and thighs as she moves.

Once her face reaches my cock, she starts moving her hand up and down my shaft. "You're so smooth and hard and so hot."

"Baby, there's no time for that." My voice holds a rough edge and the muscles of abs and thighs are straining from the effort it takes to control myself. Fuck. I've never lost control of myself like this. Ever. While I might dream of cumming all over her sweet face, I don't want it to be like this, but if she doesn't stop jacking me off, I won't be able to contain myself. I reach down to stop her hand. "I want your mouth on me, Willow."

Her blue eyes flash and the playfulness leaves her face as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. "So…um…I just put my mouth on you?"

I am fighting to control my cock so her words take a minute to sink in. Brows furrowed, I consider her with stunned amazement. There is no way she's saying what I think.

"Baby look at me." When she does, I ask, "Haven't you gone down on a man before?"

She hesitates an instant before giving a tiny shrug, her face a pretty color of red. "Not exactly."

"It's a yes or no question, Willow." I maintain my voice pitched low, even. I don't want her to feel bad, but something inside me wants to know no other man has ever claimed her mouth.

"No." Her single whispered word sends the blood pumping through my veins and my heart galloping. Some strange sense of satisfaction pulses through me and the earlier feeling of possession sucks the air from my lungs. How is it possible that my sweet, gorgeous Willow has never given the man the pleasure of knowing her very fuckable mouth?

"Aron, don't be mad. I really do want to do it. I'm just…afraid I won't do it right, that's all. Tell me what you want."

I can't help but chuckle. I reach down and gather her in my arms, bringing her to rest on my chest. "Mad? Never! Surprised, maybe, but never mad. Elated, yeah, for damn sure." My brain buzzes as one word plays over and over again in my head— mine, mine, mine . No other man has put his cock in Willow's sweet mouth. It is more than I could have hoped. But I've wanted to be the one to possess her for so long, it is like my sheer strength of will has made it so.

When I tip her head up, her eyes are brimming with unshed tears.

I brush my thumb across her downy cheek, but my steely resolve and icy control have returned. I am not letting my Willow get away from me again.

I trace my thumb across her full lower lip.

Willow's smile makes my heart shatter.

Before I have time to pick up the pieces, she is moving down my body, and every one of my nerve endings start firing. My cock in hand, she teases me with butterfly kisses over the cum-soaked crown, forcing me to buck into her grip.

"Fuck, just like that. Yes."

I sifted her hair through my fingers, fighting the urge to give it a pull and push her faster. Her quick glance up at me from under thick lashes shows me her uncertainty so I slow it down, letting her pick the pace. I'm not going to rush her. I can stay like this forever.

I look on as her pretty, soft lips part and she takes me into her warm, wet mouth. "That's it, baby, be a good girl and suck your doctor deep."

And then the tip of my cock reaches the back of her throat. She doesn't hesitate. Her hand comes up to grip the base of my thick cock and then she slides me in as deep as she can take me.

She is a natural. With soft, gentle movements at first, she glides her velvet mouth up and down my hard shaft, her hand following in the wake of her mouth. Sensations bombard me and I fight for the control I require so I won't scare her with my need.

"Your mouth is like heaven," I growl, pushing her head down gently as I raise my hips to meet the wet, hot suction of her mouth. "Oh baby, don't stop." Her sweet lips fit around my thickness perfectly as she sucks me deep.

I bury my hands in her hair and start to pump, tapping the back of her throat with each thrust up.

I don't know what I am worried about because a couple more deep pumps into her hot mouth and she goes wild on my cock.

Her head bobs up and down, her tongue swirling around the crown. She slides a hand under my balls and I'm fisting her hair, driving up faster and hard.

God, she's perfect. I can spill my cum down her throat every night of the year and still want more.

"Willow, I'm not going to be able to hold off much longer."

The wet sound of her sucking fills my bedroom.

My voice burns with the strain of holding back my impending orgasm. "Stop it if you don't want me to come in your sweet mouth."

She doesn't stop and I finally let go of the last remnants of control.

"Fuck, baby! You asked for it!" My hips buck up and I come hard and shoot jolt after jolt of my cum down her throat, her hair in my fists.

The sexy little kitten doesn't miss a drop either as the last spurts spill onto her tongue. the pink tip sweeps over the corner of her lips, eagerly licking up a sticky spot.

I pull her to me and hold Willow in my arms as our breathing returns to normal. I revel in the feel of every inch of her curves pressed against me. In my dark bedroom with just us, it was like we were the only two people in the world.

If only . I dream of keeping Willow with me. I want to be selfish and ignore the rest of the outside world.

Before I got a chance to say any of the things, a small smile twitches the corners of Willow's mouth up and she snatches up my free hand and places it over one of her breasts.

Blood rushes to my cock and just like that, I'm ready for more of my Willow.

She props herself up on one elbow, her finger moving over the dips and valleys of my broad chest. Her touch is incredibly delicate and sensual just like her.

She comes over me and straddles my waist, my hard cock between us.

"There's something I need to tell you." She looks away her brows pinched and her mouth contorted into a grim frown.

"Tell, me," I say, pulling her to lay over my chest. It breaks me in two to see her sad about anything.

"Aron," she whispers, her words a feathery brush of hot air over my skin. "I'm a virgin."