Thursday, March 28, 2013

"Butterflies" Pt. 5

Aaron pressed his lips tenderly against Lana’s, and she let the kiss deepen, thrusting her tongue eagerly against his, mimicking the erotic movement of his hips with hers.

“You need this,” he breathed in her ear as he unbuttoned her blouse.

“Won’t someone find us?” she murmured.

“No.” He slid her shirt off her shoulders and revealed the lacy white bra underneath. “Besides, if I took you somewhere else it would give you time to change your mind.”

He had a point. Lana reached for the hem of his polo and pulled it up, allowing him to finish the task when her hands stopped to explore his hard, hair-roughened chest. As if of their own accord, her fingertips followed the lines of his muscles down, grazing the trail of hair that disappeared into the front of his jeans. Aaron sucked in a breath as her hand continued and hesitantly cupped the bulge rebelling against his zipper. He tilted her head up and kissed her passionately, grinding himself against her hand.

The sudden sense of control sent a rush of wet heat through her body, and his palm against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine. She reached back to undo the clasp of her bra and give him full access to her small, supple breasts. He cupped them in his hands and grazed her nipples with his thumbs before replacing them with his mouth. Lana threw her head back and moaned, involuntarily bucking her hips, feeling the loss when he stopped to remove his jeans.

Lana followed suit, kicking off her slacks, but she still hesitated at removing her white thong. Aaron paused to gently caress her cheek with his thumb. His eyes burned with desire, but he was patient. She needed that. He took her bare hips in his hands and pulled her against him, reminding her of how badly she wanted this.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

She relaxed into him, and he led her over to one of the classroom tables, pinning her gently between it and his hard body. He nibbled her earlobe and kissed the sweet spot behind her jaw. Lana was suddenly very aware that the only thing between her and Heaven was a flimsy piece of fabric. Aaron thrust against it, and she matched his movement, craving deeper contact until he finally hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them roughly down her thighs.

Her breath came in shallow gasps and Aaron trembled, impossibly tense as he struggled to keep control. Lana had never had this effect on a man. She felt empowered. It turned her on. He reached down to touch her, to feel her warmth, and she knew he would find her drenched with wanting him. He slipped a finger between the folds of her womanhood and plunged it deep within her. She arched her back, an unashamed whimper escaping her lips. In response, Aaron pressed his thumb against her clit, rolling it and wracking her body with a whole new pleasure.

He met with no resistance when he pushed her back onto the table and positioned himself over her. He kissed her passionately and nudged at her opening, easing into her. She undulated beneath him, moaning into his mouth and finding reassurance in his lips until he rested fully inside her. Her body trembled, and her breath came in short gasps, every nerve on fire.

“Please,” she whispered.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly at first, then faster, Aaron pumped in and out of her welcoming warmth. Lana had never felt so much pleasure in her life, and she met him thrust for eager thrust.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, feeling herself crest higher and higher toward beautiful release.

Aaron’s brow furrowed with concentration as he tried not to lose himself inside of Lana. She rested her wanton eyes on his. The emotion she found there was so real, so honest, that she was taken aback. It wasn’t love, but the possibility was there, and she had no doubt that the same look was on her own face. The connection she felt to this man she hardly knew was unreal. But, God, it felt good.

Lana closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into his back. She was vaguely aware of her moans increasing in volume and intensity, urging Aaron to pick up speed. He gave in gladly to her carnal plea, and she moved her fingers to grasp his hair, giving him the last erotic sensation he could handle. He cried out her name as he came inside of her, and her muscles clamped down immediately in response. Together, they rode out the ecstatic wave and collapsed in a sweaty, breathless, and blissful tangle of limbs.

But Lana cut the afterglow short, reality checking in as she remembered where she was. Her face felt hot, and she couldn’t look at Aaron. She’d never done anything that adventurous before. They’d moved so fast in such a public place. She didn’t regret it, but she wasn’t without shame.

Aaron moved next to her, pulling on his clothes as she donned hers. When her shirt was buttoned and she was in the process of fixing her hair, he cupped her chin in his hand and turned her lips towards his. He kissed her gently and searched her eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

Lana took a deep breath and pushed the what if’s and shoulda coulda woulda’s aside long enough to answer the question honestly. There they were again—a flock of butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her smile was genuine.

“Yes. Everything’s perfect.”

He returned her smile and put and arm around her waist, leading her out to his car to drive her home.


The next day, Aaron walked among his students, viewing their work and making suggestions. When he came to Lana, he leaned down to pretend he was taking a closer look at her painting.

“Dinner tonight?”

Lana hesitated. Was she ready for this? She had to admit yesterday had been different from anything she’d experienced before, but it had felt undeniably right. And, after much contemplation, she’d come to class to see him again rather than hiding at home. That had to count for something.

“I can only look at these pretty butterflies for so long,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she answered quickly.

He smiled and said his next words aloud before moving on to the next student. “Nice job, Lana. You’ve really brightened up your work.”

“Thanks, Aaron,” she replied, playing along as if a romantic interlude had never taken place on the table five feet away.

Yes. She would let this continue. Because along with her art, her future had also become brighter. She glanced at Aaron’s handsome face and smiled to herself before adding one more butterfly to the canvas.

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