She closed the distance between them, reaching up and grasping his face in her hands. His eyes met hers and she saw in them the scared young boy he’d once been. She also saw that he expected her to run now that she knew his secret, to turn from him just the way everyone else in his life had. Anger filled her, anger for the injustice of it all. There were so many things she wanted to say, and she couldn’t think of any of them. So she kissed him.
She kissed him deeply and passionately, feeling the overwhelming rush of anger, sorrow, and frustration flowing into this one long, fiercely passionate kiss. He responded with a need of his own, a need for love, for understanding, for forgiveness. She gave it all to him. She gave him everything she had.
She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping tightly as she pulled him closer. He lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took a few steps until he had her pinned against the wall.
She clung to him, not wanting to let go, not wanting him to stop. He slid his hands up her thighs and under her dress. She was reminded of her dream by the lake, but this was so much more. This was real. She felt the wetness pooling between her thighs, felt the painful pressure building. She needed him to ease the pain, she needed him inside her.
“Maggie, if you want me to stop you need to tell me now.” Aaron buried his face against her neck as he spoke. He was breathing heavily and his voice was strained. He started to pull away and allowed her legs to slip back to the floor as his hands slid back down her thighs. She didn’t want him to stop, she reached for him, grasping his face between her hands and kissing him again.
“Don’t stop,” she cried against his lips. She’d never been so bold before.
His hands were on her again as the last remnant of his restraint snapped. He pushed her dress to her waist and pulled her panties away with an urgency that took her breath away. He reached down between them, freeing himself, and then he lifted her again, grasping her thighs as he pressed her back against the wall and pushed inside her.
She cried out, arching her back as he thrust into her, filling her completely. She dug her nails into his back as he drove into her relentlessly, over and over with a fierceness that had her screaming out in passion. She had never known it could be like this, that a need like this could exist. She never wanted him to stop as he drove into her bringing her to the edge of sanity. She needed him, all of him, in a way she never knew possible. She cried out with each thrust until finally her world shattered.
She screamed out in climax as her body shuddered beneath him, a feeling she’d never experienced before. Her final cries pushed him over the edge as he pulled away just before his own release and they both slid to the floor.
Both of them lay panting and trembling in the aftermath. Maggie felt as if she was floating above her body. It had never been like that for her before.
“I’m sorry.” Aaron’s quiet apology broke through her euphoric haze. “I didn’t mean for it to be like that with you, Maggie.”
It took a moment for his words to register. She turned to him and saw the concern on his face, the worry in his eyes. She smiled as she reached over to place her hand against his cheek.
“It was perfect,” she assured him as she brought her lips to his once again, “but if you like we can try again.” She felt his smile against her lips.
10
Maggie woke slowly the next morning as images from the previous day filtered into her consciousness: the barbeque, the scene with that awful woman Mrs. Bouchard, the fireworks afterward with Aaron…suddenly she was wide awake as she remembered with stunning clarity how the evening had ended. She sat up in bed and realized two things nearly simultaneously; first, she was completely naked, and second, Aaron was asleep in bed beside her.
She looked down at the sleeping man and a smile spread across her face. He looked so peaceful laying on his stomach with his blonde hair a tussled mess around his face. She gently reached over and brushed some of his blonde curls away from his eyes as she watched him sleep.
She still couldn’t believe that this was her reality. She’d dated during her undergraduate years, but none of her relationships had ever lasted very long, none had ever broke her heart, and never before had she ever felt the passion that she’d felt with Aaron last night. She shifted in bed as she registered the intimate soreness she felt. It had not been her first time, but it had been several years since she’d been with a man, although never before had it been anything like what she’d experienced last night.