Page 84 of The Vow We Made
Once inside the privacy of her home, I’m unable to hold back. She’s taken a few steps inside, removed her coat then turned towards me with shining eyes. I take hold of her wrist and swing her around and into my body. I can’t stop staring at her parting lips just as my fingers trace over her cheek, run down her neck and along the V of her wrap-over dress. There isn’t an inch between us as I caress her skin with my tongue; taking the path led by my finger to her cleavage. My eyes travel back to hers, seeking permission for what is to come. Her reply is to jump into my arms, latching her legs around my waist before I turn around and climb the stairs. Not once do we disconnect while I force my way through her bedroom door and drop her delicate frame on top of the plush cushions which cover the double bed. The darkest part of her pupils dilate against the honey glow of her eyes and at certain angles, are in stark contrast against her chestnut hair now splayed across the cushion she lies on.
Victoria’s chest heaves, displaying the line of her breast against her gaping dress leaving me no option but to caress her porcelain skin. Goosebumps form under my fingers as I sweep them from her neck to her breast and down her open cleavage. Inside, I’m conflicted. I want to rip her dress open, expose her completely and relieve my aching groin, but at the same time, I want to take things slow and worship every beautiful part of her body. I settle on the latter option and start with her glistening, plump lips that beg to be kissed. Who am I to deprive her pleas any longer.
She watches me peel off my polo shirt and get rid of my trousers, throwing them across the floor. Kneeling over her, I lean down and place my hands either side of her shoulders, then press my lips to hers before our mouths open and she welcomes me inside. My hand slips from her waist to the top of her thigh where I push the draping dress material away from her body. I note the edges of cream silk underwear and something about the way it lays over her skin, hardens me further to the point of pain. I run my hand along the line of her inner thigh, teasing Victoria, as briefly, my fingers find their way below the silk and dip in and out. Teasing her slowly, I pull away, running my wet fingers over her inner thigh. I’m not doing myself any favours in the process, but I want to give her just a taste of what’s to come.
With my other hand, I pull the delicate tie holding her dress together, removing it completely and revealing a cream silk bra.
My breath hitches while memorising each curve of her slender figure and noting how she loses herself in my touch. Her pouting mouth, glazed eyes and writhing hips, tempt me to make her fully mine but I have to be sure it’s what she wants as much as I do.
Maybe my admiration of her beautiful form is making her impatient because, as if she can’t wait another second, her hands reach out in front and pull at my boxers. At least this gives me the answer to my question and I finish the job she started by discarding them completely. She takes me in her hand and I cry out the only word I can muster. “Fuck.” I hover above her body; watching her stroke my aching erection while licking her lips. If I let her carry on, I’ll be done for in minutes.
In an attempt to slow things down, my mouth takes her breast ensuring I move in such a way, she can no longer reach me. Her hand drops to the bed, giving me exactly what I need. The time to take control and show, slowly and with the utmost care, how much I want her. While my body hovers over her, she smooths and squeeze the hard muscle over my shoulders and down to my biceps. My eyes fall to her parted lips while they moan my name, begging me to relieve her ache. It would be too easy for me to give in to her demands so instead I drop my mouth to her stomach, pressing gentle kisses as I travel towards her centre. Her fingers weave across my scalp and gently tug small strands of hair. “Please Aiden,” she calls out. “I just want you inside me. I’m not sure I’ll survive what you have in mind.”
“That’s no good.” I tell her in between grazing my teeth against her inner thigh. “Because I want you to remember every second.”
* * *
The duvet drapes over our naked bodies; half on, half off while legs entwine. My fingers drift across her arm resting over my chest and I kiss the top of her head. Sleepy eyes gaze up to mine, a slow smile drifts across her mouth. She’s incredibly beautiful, this woman of mine. Now sheismine.
I pull her towards my waiting lips, kissing her gently. Her breasts press against my chest, her body heat igniting with my own. This is the perfect time to say exactly what is on the tip of my tongue but I don’t know if I should do this, tell her how I feel, when we’ve just made love for the first time. Is it too soon or just cheesy? Perhaps I’ll wait for the next perfect time. I just hope this moment comes around again, and soon.
* * *
Our day starts with me making breakfast. I take the tray of croissants, jam and a pot of tea upstairs, placing it at the end of the bed. She’s eager to get back to me so as soon as I’m under the duvet, she cosies into my side.
“What you did for those people on the street last night; I was so proud of you, Aiden.” Her tone sexy and a little sleepy. I hold her naked body as tight as I can and relish the feeling of skin on skin.
“Why do you do it? I mean, it’s the most amazing and selfless thing any man could do for another, but I’m intrigued to find out what started it all,” she says running her fingers over my chest.
“Honestly? The first time was by accident. I was a student doctor so when I got some downtime, I went full throttle. This particular night, I was out with Will and Luke. We’d been clubbing and needed food, but the only thing open, or rather, just opening at six in the morning, was McDonald’s. We were pretty obnoxious; shouting, laughing, stuffing our faces and making a nuisance of ourselves. Underneath all our noise, I heard a voice. My vision was blurred, and yes, I’d had too much to drink, but I definitely heard a muffled ramble. I was about to turn around and ask the boys if I was going mad when this red sleeping bag with a box on top, came into view from the corner of my eye. There was quite clearly someone inside, so I went over and squatted down next to it. Stupidly, I found myself knocking on the box covering the person’s head and asking who was in there.”
“Oh my God, you didn’t,” Victoria says, propping herself up on her elbow.
“I’m afraid I did and the person under the cardboard wasn’t happy. He pushed away his shelter, sending the cardboard flying all over the road, making me lose my balance and then fall flat on my arse. The boys found it hilarious and so did I to a degree, but the owner of the sleeping bag didn’t. He started shouting, telling us what inconsiderate arseholes we were. I got a grip pretty quickly and the only way I can describe those next few minutes is reality punching me between the eyes. I found myself staring at this bloke who couldn’t have been any older than me. His face was filthy underneath his beard, his hair thick, dirty and matted. The two jumpers he was wearing were full of holes and his sleeping bag was the only thing lying between him and the pavement. There was nothing to really insulate him from the cold and I had nothing to offer him but an apology. It was a shitty situation and I’d acted like a prize dickhead.”
“Oh Aiden, we all do stupid things when we’re young.” She rubs my arm.
“Yes, but my behaviour was pretty obnoxious. Who the hell did I think I was? At twenty-four, I should have known better. I’m sure I wasn’t the first idiot to cross his path but the poor bloke shouldn’t have to put up with it. Thankfully, I realised anything I could do to help was better than nothing. Knowing what an appetite my brothers got, I knew Will would order more food than he needed, so I grabbed one of his two brown bags. He wasn’t happy, but in no fit state to argue either.
Meanwhile the guy in the sleeping bag had been busy collecting up his cardboard and dragged it back over his head. I knocked on the cardboard box again, however by this time he was really hacked off. The box flew upwards and for a minute I was convinced I’d get a fist in the face but all he did was stare at me. I immediately offered the bag, so he knew I was trying to help rather than annoy the shit out of him but from his expression, you’d think I was offering poison. Then he did something bizarre. He cowered back and held his head in his hands.”
Victoria inhales a sharp breath while placing her hand over her mouth. “I think my heart is breaking.”
“Then you can imagine how I felt. I kept trying to reason with him,‘Mate, it’s a burger, it won’t kill you’until finally, his hands lowered and in, what felt like, slow motion, he took the bag and opened it up. He asked why he should trust me and at first, I was a bit pissed off. I was waiting to be thanked, but I soon realised he wasn’t used to anyone giving him the time of day, never mind trying to feed him. I explained I didn’t want anything more than for him to eat the burger and I’d be happy.”
“So he accepted it?” she questions with her ever hopeful eyes.
“He was hesitant at first. Maybe he thought I’d snatch it away and it was all a big joke, but after the first bite, he soon tucked in. I sat with him while he ate. It was almost savage, the way he tore away at that burger. The street had taken its toll on this guy and I don’t think he’d seen a lot of kindness in his short life. A quick cure of hunger for me was a feast for him. It made me realise how lucky I was. My parents didn’t have an endless supply of money when Will and I were growing up, but they had the means to give me a good home, send me to school and when I was eighteen, I received the inheritance from my biological parents to get me through university. Despite losing Mum and Dad so young, I still felt as if I was one of the lucky ones and only realised it because of him.
“I was determined he shouldn’t be left on the street and wanted to do something to help, so I sat my arse down and talked to him. I tried to take him inside and get a coffee, but he wouldn’t leave his belongings unattended. His whole world consisted of an old rucksack, sleeping bag and cardboard box. He didn’t completely let his guard down and I was sure he thought we were about to steal something or hurt him.”
“Did he go inside in the end? Did you talk him around?” she asks, her eyes full and eager to know what happened.
“No. I sent Will to get the coffee while we stayed and talked to him some more. Everyone has a story to tell and I wanted to hear his, so after a lot of coaxing, he told me his name was—”
“Marcus,” she whispers.
“How did you know?” I sit up against the headboard and pull her with me.
