Page 49 of The Producer: Aaron

I am at an age where living with a woman is not so strange. Indeed, it is considered normal, but she is at an age where engaging in home life is not even part of her vocabulary.

“You make it sound easy,” I admit. The hope that expands in my chest is something I haven’t felt in a long time. For a moment, I allow myself to imagine my future.

“Because it is easy. She stood naked in front of you, metaphorically and literally. What more do you need to convince yourself that she has already boarded that train and is waiting for you? You look like you’re the twenty-three-year-old, not her.” He looks at me as if I’m a kid who doesn’t understand something so obvious.

I smile because, if you put it this way, my excuses for this situation seem like the whims of a child. Persisting in denying my attraction to her will not make her disappear.

“Go home and enjoy this Sunday. In every sense.” He winks at me before getting up and leaving toward the corridor leading to the gym.

I look at my half-empty glass and realize how ridiculous my behavior is. I ran away this morning like a coward and when Dakota wonders what happened to me she will rightly think I am avoiding her. But after last night, I can no longer think of avoiding the subject with her, and I realize I no longer want to do that.

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I enter the house, and my eyes immediately rest on a pair of feet that sprout from the back of the sofa. I pause to observe the perfection of those ankles, slender and elegant. I’ve never had a fetish for women’s feet, but Dakota’s feet show all the strength in her. The scars she got with the boots are healed but have not entirely disappeared. It will take some time before they return to being perfect like the rest of her body. They are the only visible testimony of how much she loves her job and stops at nothing, without ever complaining, without ever lacking inprofessionalism. If I had any doubt that she had approached this job just to get closer to me, this is tangible proof that I am wrong.

I approach and rest my hands on the back of the white sofa to watch her lower the book in her hand and look me straight in the eye. There is no embarrassment after last night, and that reassures me. I don’t want to ruin this moment by bringing up the topic, so I go on to something safer.

“Do you have the second book in the series to give me? I need to know how it continues.”

A smile spreads on her lips before she puts down her book and sits up. “I knew you would like it. I’ll go to get it.” She gets off the sofa and runs past me to go upstairs, but I grab her by the arm and stop her. To hell with my desire to avoid the subject.

She turns to me with a perplexed look that catches fire when I grab her by her waist and drag her to my chest. She rests her long fingers on my pecs, and I’m sure she can feel my heart pounding madly. I like everything about her, body and brain. Even the naughty language when she has no problem putting me in my place.

My fingers slide through the hair on her neck and I enjoy the little moan that slips from her lips. Those lips that I dreamed of wrapped around my erection too many times for an adult man who should control his desires. Desire that has taken over and that I no longer care about. I crush her lips in a kiss as if it were the last thing I’ll do before leaving this world. I take everything from her, her taste, her sighs, her groans. Everything.

I push my tongue between her lips in search of hers. Her hands run from my chest to my neck until they slide through my hair and hold my head in a pleasant grip that makes me groan. I savor her mouth, her tongue fighting restlessly against mine. It is as if she is trying to tame it, make it her own, and not let itescape. When I detach myself, her breath is as short as mine, and her eyes search my face to understand if I will disappear at any moment. It’s a sight that makes me uncomfortable because I don’t want to disappear, but I gave her every reason to think so. I always seduced her, and then I leave, and she believes it will be no different this time. I feel like a coward for treating her that way.

“Please, let me remove this dress,” I whisper in her ear before grabbing the hem of the floral summer dress that reaches her mid-thigh.

She nods and lets me strip her. She doesn’t wear a bra and those perfect breasts that make me spend sleepless nights at the mere thought of resting my lips on them welcome me as small temptations that no man can resist. I was crazy to think about staying away from her.

“Aaron,” she whispers as I touch her already hardened nipples with my fingers.

“What, Dakota? Tell me what you want.” I can’t hold back a smile as I watch her blush.

She manages to be uninhibited, like last night by the pool, but also embarrassed if she has to express aloud what she wants. She’s sexy and sweet at the same time, a mix that brings out the possessive caveman in me. I don’t want any man to touch her like I’m doing now.

“You. I want you, Aaron.” Her whisper is like a lava flow that pumps into my veins until I catch fire.

I lower myself and kiss her again with such a frenzy that I almost push her over the back of the sofa against which she is leaning. Her hands hurry to unfasten the buttons of my shirt, and when she finally manages to get rid of it, she detaches herself and holds her breath. She’s looking at me like I’m themost handsome man she has ever seen, and my ego swells up to almost explode in my chest. There are not many people who look at me with such admiration. Fear, perhaps, lust, in some circumstances, but never the look of veneration Dakota has in her eyes now.

I lick and kiss my way down her neck, savoring her with my tongue, and bite her. I go down further to her breasts where I dwell on the perfection of those bulges, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. Her white skin is a temptation that I can’t resist. My tongue makes its way on her smooth skin to one hard nipple that invites me to take it in my mouth. And I do so, sucking hard and enjoying the almost animalistic moan from her chest. She clings to the back of the sofa with all her strength, closes her eyes, and drops her head backward. It’s the most beautiful vision I’ve ever witnessed.

I leave her breasts, savor her belly, and when I get to her lace panties the same pink as her dress, I pull them down until they slide to the floor. I am on my knees in front of her.

“Open your legs for me, darling. Let a man show you how to make a woman come.” The mischievous smile on my lips and my words make her blush, but she carries out my command without hesitation.

“Thank you, darling.” I wink at her, earning an embarrassed smile.

It’s disconcerting how no one has taken the time to worship this incredible body, and the idea that she dated perfect idiots makes me angry. She is absolutely stunning when she comes, and I have every intention of seeing her quiver for me many times. I look down, and I get lost in admiring her most intimate part, and all the images that my head evoked last night don’t even come close to the perfection I have in front of me.

I look up at her and find her biting her lip and looking up at the ceiling.

“Eyes on mine, darling. I want you to look at me while I make you come.”

She looks down at me, and I see her cheeks are on fire. She is embarrassed but can’t take her eyes off mine. With a disarming slowness, I get closer to her pale skin and sink my tongue between her folds, savoring her most sweet, intimate part. She inhales thoroughly and holds her breath. Her eyes are wild, and she stares at me with ecstasy and trepidation.

I take the time to savor her slowly, to feel her tremble while licking, sucking, and biting this softness that makes me lose my head. She is beautiful enough to take my breath away while I watch her from below bite her lips to not moan.

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