Illegally Yours |+18|

12. We will see more people.

Aaron.

"Bess" I breathe in her sweet scent, not quite believing that I have her in my arms after I pushed her away from me a few hours ago. "What did you do?"

"I ran away," she whispers in a small voice, probably scared of what I might say to her.

Beyond this madness, I cannot understand the magnitude of what I am awakening in her. Sometimes I feel like Bess is more than willing to take a hit for me, and I don't know if that's a bad thing or a good thing.

"Does my grandmother know?" I manage to ask.

"I don't think so, I waited for her to fall asleep so I could run away."

I sigh against her skin, making her shiver.

"Come on let's go. You are frozen."

I dig my fingers deeper into the flesh of her thighs as I lead her into the apartment. At all times her face remains buried in my neck, her trembling breath crashing against my skin causing things that I have avoided with her from the beginning.

"Are you going to take me back to Clarisse?" She asks me, but since I don't have an answer yet, I choose to remain silent.

I lead her into my room and then into my bathroom, surprising her because this is the first time she's been here.

“Can you stand on your feet?” I ask her, standing in the middle of the shower.

When Bess nods and uncoils her short but pretty legs from my hips, I reach up, still with an arm around her waist for fear she'll fall, and turn on the shower, gauging the temperature so her frostbite goes away.

A shriek escapes her lips as the hot water falls over our bodies, drenching us.

“You came walking in and wearing nothing but that nightgown to sleep in?” I ask when understanding comes to me.

"I thought of nothing but getting to you when I ran away, I didn't care about clothes, Aaron," she says. "Besides, I didn't come walking."

"Then?"

“I paid for a taxi because I didn't know how to get here. I used the money you always put in my wallet in case I ever need something.”

That calms me down just a bit because, even so, a taxi driver can also be dangerous. And knowing that she put herself at risk just to come back to me makes me feel an amazing rage with myself.

"Don't ever do something like that again, Bess." I tilt my face down to get a better look at her. "That was dangerous."

“I've been living on the streets for months, Aaron. My life has always been in constant danger and…”

I shut her up with a gruff growl that escapes my lips.

"That was before me, Bess."

Her eyes widen with understanding and she stares at me, as if my previous words were a great revelation to her.

“Thank you” she whispers weakly with a special sparkle in her eyes that tells me that her thanks are totally sincere.

Without being able to help it, my eyes wander over her body. Past her collarbones, my gaze travels to her breasts which are practically exposed due to the sheerness of her wet nightgown.

I swallow hard and curse under my breath, taking all my self-control not to cross the boundaries I've worked so hard to maintain.

But she is so beautiful.

With the hand that isn't wrapped around her waist, I bury my fist in her damp brown hair and force her to bury her face in my chest so the curves of her body aren't exposed to my eyes.

"You don't have a shirt" I hear her voice as her small hand rests on my left side, warming my skin.

"Bess, don't," I warn her.

But she ignores me.

Her hand moves between us and rests on my bare belly, her fingers pressing hard into my skin.

“I've always wanted to do this,” she whispers, pulling away from me to meet my eyes as her hand follows her curious discovery, up to my pecs where she finally stops. “Yes” she says with a huge smile. "I really like touching you."

"Touch me, then," I finally give in.

Her eyes light up like two huge lanterns and, immediately, it's her two hands that I have prying on my skin.

Her fingers come and go over my skin, sometimes gently, sometimes not so much. And when her nails are allowed to dig into my flesh, a growl escapes my mouth, inviting her to more and that is exactly what she does.

Her hands rest gently on my sides as her face slowly moves closer to my skin. Her eyes dart from my face to my chest, until finally her moist lips land in the middle of my pectorals and leave a long, wet kiss there.

A long whimper escapes her mouth as my arm around her waist pulls her closer to my body and sinfully my erection presses against her belly.

Her eyes immediately lift to me and she looks at me curiously, but I know, she knows exactly which part of my body she's feeling. And I confirm it when her hand travels back to my belly, from there she moves shakily to the south of my body.

"No." I stop her hand when it reaches the waistband of my sleep pants.

"Why not?" She asks with big brown eyes.

Because if you touch me there, we will end very badly.

But instead of telling her what I think, I just shake my head as she brushes her hand away from my skin.

The hot water continues to pour over our bodies and when I feel enough is enough, I reach to turn off the faucet, but in the process I manage to press myself closer to her and then another long whimper escapes her lips.

Fuck!

And I lose control again as her neck tilts to the side, inviting me into something she maybe just instinctively wants.

But I am too hard to put into practice my warnings full of morals and ethics.

At the first contact of my lips against her wet skin, I can feel Bess melting under my arms. Her legs seem to give way and I take the opportunity to touch her bottom, holding her against me to keep her from falling.

Her breath comes out in loud gasps as I seize and own her skin, anchoring my teeth in strategic places that raise goosebumps all over her body. I suck hard just below her ear to selfishly leave her with a temporary reminder of this.

And as my brain tells me to back off, Bess's body moving against me invites me to continue what I'm doing.

"Aaron," she pleads with need in her voice.

"No," I say when she turns her face to mine, wanting our mouths to meet.

But I don't because I know that when I finally seal my lips to her, there will be no going back.

When that happens, Bess will be completely and totally mine.

However, she surprises me with her next move and then I understand that the one who is really in control here is her, not me.

Bess lifts her hips, joining them with mine, cradling me between her probably moist heat.

I curse in a hoarse cry as I use my hand on her pretty ass to press her further against my hardness. I squeeze her ass tight, squeezing it in my hand to use as leverage and thrust between her thighs. And as if she was born to seduce me, Bess keeps pressing against me while her lips keep inviting me to taste them.

“Bess, stop it,” I warn her when she manages to brush our lips together. “You're not ready for this, babe. You don't even know what we're doing."

"Isn't it enough for you to know that I like it?" She asks, backing away from me a bit. "And you're wrong because I do have an idea of ​​what we're doing."

"You have it?"

"I mean, I know what s*x is and I've been warned about it since I was little," she whispers almost shyly. “All my teachers told me how careful I had to be when a man touched me and I've always been careful about it. I have always felt the danger and I have fled from it. I always grew up with the idea that s*x was a bad thing. I didn't understand why people did it for something other than to have children, if they always warned me about how bad it was... but now I understand."

“Bess…”

"I saw anatomy in school, you know?" She tells me, still looking shy. “I know what's inside your pants and now I understand that it's s*x you want. I know because your p***s feels hard and rigid against me and that's supposed to be the requirement for s*x, or at least that's what I was taught.” She looks at me curiously. "Or am I wrong?"

"No, I guess you're not wrong."

Perfect.

It was only enough for her to feel hard against her to understand what I want.

And then, finally, I see the situation more clearly.

Bess understands s*x, what she doesn't understand is desire.

“And if I don't mind anything you're doing, I'm going to assume that's what I want too.” She stares at me. “s*x, Aaron, I want s*x” but she has come off as more of a question than a statement.

She's stubborn and headstrong, and now that she's made sense of it all and given a name to what she wants, she's not going to rest until she has it.

"No, Bess, you don't want s*x," I tell her gently. “What you want is to experience new things. And later you can regret all this.”

And as if she hadn't heard my words, she says stubbornly: “I want s*x and you want s*x too”.

I almost want to laugh at the way she says it, as if it's totally foreign to her, and I realize that it is.

Bess didn't know what desire was and now that she has felt it, like any human being, she is going to want more.

"But what I still don't understand, other than why it feels so good," she continues: "Is why I feel this only with you, Aaron."

"What?"

“That I try to imagine other hands touching me or my hands touching someone else, and it grosses me out.” She looks at me with a frown as she says, “I've tried to imagine Evan or even Thiago touching me, and I don't like it”.

"Why the hell would you imagine something like that?" I yell, surprising her.

“I don't know, I just imagined it,” she says with her huge brown eyes wide open. "Why are you angry?"

"I'm not angry!"

"And why the hell are you screaming?!" Bess asks like a little shrew. "Don't yell, Aaron Cooper!"

"I'm not screaming!"

"Shut up shut up shut up!" She looks at me with fire in her eyes. "Why don't we continue where we were?!"

“Bess...”

And for the first time since I've known her, she smiles knowingly.

"Then I'll keep imagining myself with someone else..."

I push her against the wall before she could continue and I pressed me where she wants me.

Hard.

My mouth falls open in pleasure as she moans with a beautiful sound that makes my skin crawl.

"Since when did you become so manipulative, Bess Lee?"

And when I look at her, I see her as a woman, a seductive woman and that she knows what she wants, not as a girl.

“Since I know what I want and it is you who I want”.

I bite down hard on the corner of her mouth as she brings her lips back to mine.

"No," I warn her. "Keep your mouth away from mine, please."

"Why do I want you, Aaron Cooper?" She asks sweetly. “I have never wanted anyone, but I can swear that what I feel for you is that... that I want you. Is that why I want to have s*x with you? Because I want you, right?"

"Do you care Evan and Christina too?"

She thinks about it for a moment, until she finally says, “I think so, I do care about them”.

"You see it?" I tell her gently. “You care all three of us, not just me. You're just confused and you don't really want to have s*x with me because then you would want to have s*x with them too”.

“No, because I don't care you like they do,” she says stubbornly. “It's kind of hard to explain, you know? Because I don't even get it. But the way I feel about you is different, Aaron."

“No, Bess, it's not”.

"Yes it is!" She yells in exasperation. "You want to do this with Christina?!" And she presses against me, drawing a groan from me.

"No," I say as I hold her hips tightly, keeping her away from me.

"I don't want this with Evan either."

"Can you stop talking about other men?" I growled angrily at her.

"It bothers you?" She asks me excitedly. "Because if it bothers you, it means that you can explain to me why it bothers me to imagine you with another woman."

“Christ” I whisper with shock.

“Because I hate the idea of ​​you and someone else.” Her brow furrows. "The idea even hurts a lot, why Aaron?"

Because you like me and love me in a romantic way.

To hell with Evan's thanks.

Bess may really be falling in love with me.

"Enough questions for today, my little Sherlock Holmes." I brush her wet hair behind her ears. "Why don't we go to bed?"

"Together?" She asks with an illusion that I can't resist.

“Okay, together” her smile widens at my words. "But just for today, pretty."

"Yes".

When we get out of the bathroom and Bess walks over to my bed, I smile. It feels good to see her in my place, in my space. She feels correct.

I grab a towel and go over to her to dry her off.

Bess at all times looks from my eyes to my still bare chest and, damn me, but I do the same with her. Her breasts are still showing through the fabric and takes all of me to hold myself in place and not touch them, not suck them into my mouth.

When I'm done drying her, I find a shirt in my closet and go over to her to put it on her.

"Stand up and turn your back on me, Bess," I ask softly.

She does so without saying a word, showing me once again how much trust she has in me.

I take a breath and repeating in my head that I can do it without a problem, I pull her wet nightgown from her and throw it on the floor. Her back is bare before my eyes and her pretty ass covered in nothing but her blue panties invites me to bite it. I close my eyes for a second so I can focus, then quickly slide the baggy shirt down her body.

Now I'm looking for some boxers and since I know that I won't be able to do this, I ask her to do it.

"Take off your panties and put on these dry boxers, pretty." I hand her the cloth and quickly turn around to find clothes for myself.

With pants and boxers in hand, I go into the bathroom for five seconds and change my clothes. Back in my room, Bess is waiting for me lying on my bed, wearing a beautiful smile on her lips.

Sometimes it seems incredible to me that I found someone like her, who loves and needs me the way she does.

"What will happen now?" She asks me.

I lie down next to her as I think of an answer.

And I think I know what the solution is, only I'm afraid to act.

"Are you going to take me back to your grandmother?" She asks me again when I don't answer anything.

"I'm not sure what will happen" I'm honest. "But I'm going to make sure you know what you really want, Bess."

"I am not understanding you".

I turn on my side and face her. She does the same, facing me. Her eyes look at me expectantly, waiting for my answer.

“We will see more people.”

"What?"

"That, even if I hate it, I'll talk to Christina so that she can introduce you to boys your own age, so that you can meet more people, Bess" although she looks at me with pain, I continue: "You need to be sure of what you feel for me. I don't want you to regret it later and end up hating me."

"And you?"

"Me what?"

“Will you see more people?” She swallows hard and asks in a small voice, “Girls?”

And her wounded eyes tell me that all this is hurting her, but it's the best for both her and me.

Bess needs to meet more people. She needs to make sure that what she feels for me is real and not a fantasy product of everything I am or perhaps represent for her.

And I haven't touched a woman for so long that I need to make sure that what I feel for her isn't just lust or desire, but something more.

"Yes, Bess. I'll see more women” I don't stop her as she moves away from me and settles on the other corner of the bed, putting as much distance as she can between us.

And all this hurts me, but I also know that it is the fairest thing for her.

I can't take advantage of her inexperience, her innocence and how she feels about me. This is new for Bess and maybe she now thinks that what she feels for me will never end, but she thinks so only because she hasn't been together with anyone else. And I can't tie her to me without knowing that's what she really wants.

Because when I have her, I won't let her go.

I gaze into her eyes in silence and when I think that she will finally say nothing more, she does.

"And if I still want you afterwards, what will happen?"

"If after you meet more guys your age" I put special emphasis on the last, "you still want me, then..." I say the words in my mind first before saying them out loud to make sure I don't I'm going to regret it, and I don't regret it. "Then you will have me completely, Bess."

And I know it's true.

If Bess still wants me as fervently as she does now, then I will give myself completely to her regardless of age, promises, or prejudice.

Because she is worth it.

For the first time, I don't think about taking over, but I think about giving myself.

And then I realize that seeing women won't make any difference to me, in fact, I don't even want to see anyone else. I just want Bess.

I just hope it's the same way for Bess.

I wait for her to let her guard down a bit and come closer to me because I want to hug her, but she keeps walking away from me, looking hurt by my proposal.

"Goodnight, Bess," I whisper before turning to turn my back on her so I don't have to see how far away she is.

My soul returns to my body when, a few seconds later, her body sticks to mine and her arm falls on my belly, hugging me tightly.

“I'm going to continue to want you, Aaron,” she whispers very softly against my back. "I promise you".

I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips to kiss it fervently before laying it against my chest, holding on to it as I close my eyes.

And the last thing I think before falling asleep is that I want Bess to keep her promise.