21

“Now we can sleep in the same bed.” Aaron took off his tie and slung it over the chair, and looked at the nervous Laurel with a gentle smile. “That is, if you don't mind.”

Aaron was really nice to say. Maybe another man will immediately force her to sleep in the same bed. Because they were husband and wife, and Laurel couldn't argue with that. However, he still asked her objection. That means he respects her opinion as a wife.

Seeing that Laurel was silent, Aaron stood doubtful and offered, “Maybe I'll just sleep on the sofa again, if you're not ready.”

The man was about to walk away, but Laurel held him back by tugging at the sleeve of his shirt.

“Wait, Aaron.”

Aaron stopped at once, glanced at Laurel's trembling fingers gripping his sleeve, causing her to nervously release her grip. She took a step back and looked at Aaron embarrassedly.

“I won't throw you out of your bed again.”

“So you're the one sleeping on the sofa?”

Laurel furrowed her brows and looked at Aaron, then realized he was joking. Aaron chuckled, then gently pulled Laurel into his arms. The man hugged her gently, kissed the top of her head and rested her chin there.

“You're my wife, Laurel,” Aaron's voice turned hoarse. “I will not hurt you. Don't be afraid or nervous about me. This marriage is indeed too fast, I admit I was too hasty to drag you down on this. I am sorry.”

Aaron did it for his younger sister, Aamber. Laurel closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against Aaron's chest, feeling his soft shirt gently touching her cheek, gushing heat from the brown skin beneath the shirt. She had seen Aamber very happy after the wedding. Really, this man is a man who really loves his sister.

“I conclude you do not refuse, if we are both sleeping in that bed.”

Laurel lifted her head, directly met Aaron's piercing eyes, staring at her gently.

“Yes,” finally Laurel dared to decide.

This marriage was unexpected and unplanned by her. However, as Aamber said before the wedding, she is lucky to marry Aaron, because this man will take care of his wife. Laurel decided, after all, she would try to be Aaron's wife, completely.

“If we both sleep in that bed, we won't just sleep.”

“Yes, Aaron.”

“I'll touch you… maybe I've done it that night, it's just that we both don't remember. But, if this turns out to be your first time, I promise to be gentle.”

“Yes, Aaron.”

“Laurel!” Aaron moaned in control.

He touched Laurel's chin gently to lift her head, then he kissed her lips softly, introducing himself slowly. His tongue pushed in later, hot and seductive, without permission to explore all parts of Laurel's mouth, tasting her and teasing her. His tongue then found her soft and entwined there. His mouth crushed all of her lips, as if he wanted to absorb all the taste.

His embrace tightened, his fingers tracing the surface of Laurel's arms, moving up and down seductively. When the kiss was released, the two of them were both out of breath. Aaron then kissed Laurel gently on the lips, turning to her cheek. He gifts her little kisses, then to her ear, blows gently there, making Laurel squeal with amusement.

Aaron smiled. “There is usually a sensitive point for women.” The man then gently kissed Laurel's ear and his tongue mischievously tasted there. “Laurel, I really want you.”

He lifted Laurel gently and put her on the bed. Aaron crushed Laurel's lips again and his body moved gently on top of her. His fingers touched softly, gently touched the front of her dress, making her gasp. Then, gently but deftly, Aaron unbuttoned Laurel's white dress. So slow was his movement, as if he wanted to torment himself, like a man opening his gift with anticipation and then peeking carefully.

Laurel's soft skin showed little by little, Aaron unbuttoned her dress, up to her waist and looked at his wife with passion. Laurel is so hot, the little woman is now lying with her shirt open, showing her skin and so seductive. Aaron helped Laurel lower her dress to her waist, then while kissing her neck and licking it softly. The man untied her bra, leaving the girl topless in front of him.

Laurel's breath became even more gasping when Aaron casually touched her breasts, rubbing her nips in an involuntary motion, making them harden, as if they wanted to be touched again. Laurel groaned at the burning sensation of her breasts. Aaron was still kissing her neck, then those fiery lips rose, crushed hers and whispered there.

“Where do you want me to touch you, baby? Tell me,” his voice became hoarse and sensual, his Spanish accent suddenly tinged into his intense passion.

“Aaron,” Laurel groaned, then closed her eyes as Aaron looked down and kissed the top of her breast. Then Aaron's lips passed while exhaling his hot breath casually over her breasts, making her nips tighten hard.

“Aaron,” Laurel's voice grew louder when Aaron repeated what he had done over and over.

The man kissed all parts of her breasts but ignored her longing nips. All he did was exhale in passing, teasing her, torturing her.

“You want me to touch you there, honey?” Aaron whispered between kisses. He was enjoying it when Laurel's fingers unconsciously touched his hair, trying to direct her nips to his lips.

“Yes, Aaron, yes,” Laurel groaned as if she was having trouble breathing.

Her nips were so erect and hot. Because of Aaron's teasing, she wanted more, she wanted his hot lips to crush hers, to suck them gently.

And so, Aaron did it.