She rode him until her body was overwhelmed with the sensations. She collapsed against his chest, claiming his mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands continued roam as she found a slower rhythm with their bodies pressed intimately together. He kissed her tenderly and deeply in a way that brought her close to tears. She’d never felt so close to a man before, so vulnerable, so connected. Their bodies began to move in perfect unison, reaching a new level of intimacy. He gripped her face as his kiss intensified. She cried out against his lips as she felt a wave of passion flow from her very core. He felt it too.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly too him as he flipped her onto her back in one swift move, and then he was on top of her. He continued to ravage her mouth with his kiss as he began to pump into her with a need that was met by her own. She opened to him, taking all of him, arching beneath him and crying out with every thrust until finally he pulled away spilling himself onto her stomach as he collapsed above her.
After taking a moment to catch his breath he rolled away and propped himself up on one elbow smiling mischievously down at her.
“I think you may need another shower,” he said, showing no remorse.
“I think we both do,” she responded as she leaned up to kiss him again.
~∞~
After a nice, long shower they made their way downstairs to the kitchen. Maggie immediately headed straight for the coffee pot.
“I’m usually a bowl of cereal kind of girl,” she apologized sheepishly as she brewed the coffee.
“Hmmm. Well, let’s see,” Aaron said as he opened the fridge. He pulled out the carton of eggs. “Do you have bread?” he asked.
She nodded and crossed to the pantry, retrieving a loaf of bread.
“Do you like French toast?” he asked.
“Um… I’m not sure if I know how to make French toast,” she admitted.
“Good thing I do.” He winked as he took the loaf of bread from her and began searching the cabinets for pans and bowls to prepare their breakfast. She smiled as she watched him work. He’d slipped on his jeans from the day before, but his chest was still bare and watching this magnificent man cook her breakfast was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen.
“So you’ve really never made French toast before?” Aaron asked casually as he began preparing their meal.
“I grew up with a housekeeper who did all the cooking.” Maggie shrugged as she leaned against the counter next to him to watch. “I never learned to cook at home, and then once I was in college I didn’t have a kitchen in my dorm room so my skills are pretty much limited to anything that can be cooked in a microwave,” she admitted. “But Andi’s been teaching me,” she quickly added.
“Maybe I can help with that too,” Aaron offered, and somehow his offer stirred something in her that had nothing to do with food. She liked the idea of him teaching her things, all kinds of things. When the coffee pot completed its cycle she quickly retrieved two mugs and poured them both a steaming cup.
“How do you like your coffee?” she asked, grateful that she could contribute something to their breakfast preparations.
“Just a little sugar,” he responded as he whisked some eggs in a bowl. She thought of several sexy comebacks but didn’t have the courage to voice them. This level of intimacy with a man was still very new to her. The “morning after” in college had always consisted of awkward goodbyes in a dorm room.
As she carried his cup of coffee to him she realized this was the first real adult relationship that she’d ever had. She set the mug next to him and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He smiled over at her and his smile was so brilliant that it left her breathless. In that moment she realized what an amazing man he was. After the things he’d confessed to her last night, after the tormented life he’d lived, to be able to smile the way he did was truly a miracle in her mind.
“Will you open the bread?” he asked as he added a little milk to the eggs and continued to stir them. She nodded quickly, pulling herself from her musings and back to the present. She opened the bread as he heated some butter in a pan.
He stepped up behind her, holding her waist and placing a soft kiss on the back of her neck. She leaned into him closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his touch.
“Want me to show you how to make French toast?” he asked as he nuzzled her neck. She laughed softly and thought of a few other things she would rather him show her, but again she couldn’t find the courage to voice her desires.
“Sure,” she answered breathlessly. He ran his fingertips along her arms until his hands covered hers. He guided her hands as he showed her how to dip the bread into the egg mixture and place it in the heated pan. All the while she could feel his breath against her neck, feel the hardness of his excitement pressed against her backside. She’d had no idea that cooking breakfast could be so sensual.