The mortification over, he swung by Publix and grabbed a spray of roses and a frozen pizza. Plus Moose Tracks ice cream—Aubrey’s favorite.
When he got home he busied himself with setting things up: flowers in a vase, candles on the table, pizza in the oven, beer in the fridge, ice cream in the freezer, condoms in the drawer next to his bed. He went up and shaved, just to be doubly smooth, and spent ten minutes deciding which T-shirt to wear.
At seven on the dot the doorbell rang, and Josh, clad in jeans and a black Pixies tee, launched himself down the stairs.
Aubrey was on the step, looking demure in a white dress and sandals. He nearly grabbed her and dragged her straight upstairs, but he had a protocol to follow.
They ate and laughed and were shy with each other. Aubrey drank a beer and got giggly. Josh drank one and got anxious. What if he wasn’t any good? What if he really did hurt her?
He had another, and some of the fears were assuaged. Tipsy, they ran upstairs, and Josh coaxed Aubrey into trying on some of Daisy’s things. Pretty clothes, jewelry. A pearl ring he’d always liked. Things he couldn’t give her. Not yet.
She twirled around like a ballerina in his mother’s favorite red chiffon dress, looking for all the world like a model. As he admired her, she twirled right into the dresser, knocking a slew of perfume bottles onto the floor. “Whoops!” She giggled, bending over to pick them up. Too big, the dress slid off her shoulders, and he was suddenly face-to-face with Aubrey’s smooth white back.
Do it. Do it now.
He took a step toward her, and she looked back over her shoulder at him, stripped off the dress, grabbed her clothes, and ran, laughing, downstairs.
Leaving the disarray to clean up later, he followed.
He found Aubrey in the living room, wearing only a bra and panties. He had planned to start the evening here anyway.
He turned on some music, watching her edge around the room. She suddenly looked nervous, so he offered her another beer. She drank it, eyeing him over the edge of the can.
He sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. Aubrey joined him. They kissed for what seemed like years. Aubrey followed his lead with each step, and when his jeans were unbuttoned and her smooth hands were buried in his shorts and wrapped around his cock, he slid a finger inside her. They’d gone this far before, so he waited to see what she would do.
She kissed him again, then looked deep into his eyes.
“Get naked,” she whispered.
“Let’s go back upstairs,” he replied.
“No. I don’t want to move.”
He understood that sentiment. He kept one finger inside her and used his other hand to shed the rest of her garments. She did the same for him, pulling off his jeans and boxers, and he realized this was happening, it was really happening. He lay down with her, skin to skin, legs to legs, belly to belly.
“Now,” she whispered.
“I need a condom.”
“I’m on the pill. It’s fine. I don’t want one.”
“But it will hurt.”
She shushed him with a kiss and reached between his legs. Her touch burned, and he didn’t need any more coaxing. He used his thigh to spread her knees, then on a whim, scooted down and licked her. The taste was foreign, salt and silver and smooth, and he did it again, enjoying the sensation of her moving beneath him. It was the most intimate thing he’d ever done, and he was shocked when she moaned a little, like she was enjoying it. So he did it again, and again, and again, until his head started to swim.
Then he slid up her body and placed the tip of his cock against the spot he’d been licking. Aubrey hesitated for a moment, he felt her shift a bit and the smooth muscle of her thighs contract, but then she sighed and relaxed her legs apart. He started in, and the sensation blew his mind. Silk and soft and the richest warmth he’d ever felt. Dear God, no wonder people were obsessed with this. Aubrey gasped a little and tensed, then pulled him against her, hard, and before he knew it he was inside her all the way.
“Are you okay?” he asked, not moving, totally breathless.
“Go,” she replied, so he did, sliding in and out, gritting his teeth as the sensations started to flood him. He couldn’t help himself; he couldn’t stop. He went faster and faster until everything exploded. It took him a full minute to come back down to earth.
When he could focus again, he saw Aubrey was looking up at him with a huge grin on her face.
“We should do that again.” She smoothed a kiss against his lips.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
“I love you, Josh. You could never hurt me.”
He disentangled himself from her reluctantly. She looked like the Cheshire cat, happy and pleased with herself. He felt like a king. An emperor. This was his woman, and he’d just taken her. They’d been swept up in the moment and didn’t even need the condom.