Illegally Yours |+18|

17. I'm going to kiss you because you're mine, Bess Lee.

Aaron.

As soon as I close the apartment door, I have a furious Bess facing me with a deep scowl.

"I said I don't want to stay with you!"

"And I told you I'm not going to let you go," I whisper calmly as she put my jacket and keys on the counter. "You already ate?"

"Damn alien from Mars, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"That's a lot of profanity coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours." I walk into the kitchen and search the fridge, trying to find something to make her.

"Enough, Aaron!" She continues to scream. "I want to go with Christina!"

"No".

“Suddenly, when I want you away, you want me close,” she says as I focus on getting some vegetables out for a chicken stir-fry. “Who understands you, Aaron? Because I don't!"

"I've never wanted you away, Bess" I'm honest. "I have told you thousands of times that everything I did, I did thinking about what is best for you."

"And kissing another woman is it?"

"I didn't kiss her!" I reiterate again, angry with her for not believing me and also angry with myself for not preventing the redheaded woman's movement in time. “Tonight I was just going to do what we had planned, Bess. Go out with someone else to find out my true feelings towards you.”

"Well, I hope you at least succeeded in that!"

I smile a little as I begin to julienne the carrot.

"You're so jealous," Bess snorts and I grin even wider. "And yes, I was very successful."

Without a doubt, my feelings for Bess go beyond desire. Much further from that point. If I suspected it before, after tonight I have no doubt of it.

“If you expect me to ask you about the results of your fantastic experiment, I'm not going to do it” I put down my homework with the vegetables as I listen to her speak behind me: “Do you know why? Because I don't care anymore, Aaron."

I slam the knife down on the counter and turn to face her. Bess is startled by my quick, jerky movements, and when I corner her against the dishwasher, she freaks out.

“Please, pretty, stop,” I whisper, tilting my face to brush our noses. “I'm not used to seeing you like this. I don't like it, Bess. This person is not you."

"You hurt me, Aaron."

I forcefully expel all the air through my mouth, hurt by the pain that is so palpable in her voice.

"I know and I never meant to cause you pain" her chest begins to rise and fall forcefully, along with her erratic breathing as I cup her cheek with my hand. "I want to erase that pain, Bess." I gently bite the tip of her playful nose and she closes her eyes. "Let me do it".

“You smell like carrots,” she says suddenly, her voice coming out on a shaky breath.

"You smell like my pretty" a smile stretches on her lips due to my words. "I want to eat you, Bess."

I pulled me back a little to see her reaction and when her eyes looked at me, they sparkled with desire and confusion.

"Why would you want to do something like that?" She asks me.

Because I bet she would taste like heaven.

"Why wouldn't I want it, huh?" A lopsided smile spreads across my lips and she looks at my mouth. "I bet you're delicious."

A giggle escapes her lips.

"You say such silly things" suddenly, she becomes serious again. "Aaron, stop."

"What?" I ask her in amazement.

"Stop" she says me again. "Are you distracting me or something?"

"I have to do it?"

"What are you talking about?"

“Because I don't know what kind of things are going through your head right now, and I can't let you rush into bad decisions at times like these, when you're hurt and angry with me, Bess. So yes, I am distracting you. Because if letting you think creates even the slightest possibility of I losing you, then to hell with thinking."

"Why have you never kissed me?" She asks, like she's read my head what my next move would be.

I don't know how to explain to her without scaring her.

And it is that I know it, I am sure that as soon as I has her taste on my tongue, I will not let her go. When her mouth touches mine, the decision will be made. When I kiss her, she will have no escape. Because if I kiss her, it won't be a simple act of affection or desire. If I kiss her, it will be a claim. I will claim her as my own and I will no longer let her go.

And I feel like I'm already ready to do it.

I know that I had said that I would wait until Bess was sure of her feelings for me, that I would let her date someone else. But after today, when I was about to lose her because of my mistake with the redheaded woman, I understood that I can't give her options.

If she wants me now, then I'm going to take her and make sure she doesn't change her mind.

"If I didn't kiss you it was because I thought you weren't ready for a kiss, Bess" I decide to answer with half the truth because I'm afraid I'll scare her with the magnitude of my possessiveness towards her.

"And now I'm ready?" Her brow furrows. "Why are you the one who has to decide if I'm ready or not, Aaron?"

“Bess...”

"If you think I'm going to be happy because now you want to kiss me, you're wrong" she pushes me gently, not enough to move me, but the shock of her words makes her slightest movement feel like the strongest of blows for me. “I don't want you to kiss me, Aaron. Not after seeing how you had your mouth on that woman's… You disgust me”.

I squeezes my eyes shut as she pulls away from me.

"Bess, don't go, I'm going to prepare you..."

"I'm not hungry".

And she leaves me there, in the middle of the kitchen, while I try to think of a way to fix all the s**t I've done.

[...]

I end up dining alone, and though I patiently wait for Bess to enthusiastically return to the dining room and ask me to feed her, she never does. So after washing the dishes, I get ready to sleep. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and put on a simple nightgown because tonight is a bit hot. And I toss and turn in bed, but the idea of ​​her sleeping mad at me is unbearable.

In a flash, I'm walking down the hall, heading to her room.

I don't know how angry she is or how long her anger will last, but what I do know is that I must do everything possible to prevent her from making rash decisions. I can't let her get away from me and, even worse, I can't let her keep our deal. Christ, so far I understand what I was asking of her and I f*****g can't give her the option of choosing someone else, of her meeting another guy she likes.

Evidently I was pushing her away when I asked her for that s**t. And although I believed that it was the best for her, I cannot continue making the decisions that I believe are correct, based on my morals. To hell with age and to hell with her innocence. I like her and she likes me, and I'm going to take what's mine. I should have accepted when she told me that she liked me and, instead of doubting her feelings, I should have made sure that those feelings were maintained and grew more.

And damn, it's not too late yet.

I'm going to make sure Bess believes in me again, in us.

I gently knock on her door and when I don't receive a response from her, I dare to enter. I find her lying on her bed, the room lit only by the night light coming through the open window. She has her back to me, her pretty bottom giving me a splendorous sight, covered in little pajama shorts that leave little to the imagination.

I swallow hard and even though my common sense screams for her to push me away, I don't.

"Bess" I call her, but I get no answer. "Bess, pretty, I don't want you to go to bed angry with me."

"Just go, Aaron."

I swallow, still not getting used to her rough treatment of me.

I take three deep breaths and then I climb into her bed with her.

"What are you doing?" She asks in alarm as I wrap my arms around her and though she tries to pull away from me, I don't let her.

“Let's sleep together,” I whisper into her hair, ignoring the way her ass moves against my groin.

"No, Aaron," Bess groans, and my grip on her tightens. "Let me go and go. I need to think".

That's the last thing she needs to do right now.

“No, all you need to do is rest. Tomorrow when you're calmer, tell me what you want to do and maybe we can come to an agreement. But right now, Bess, please don't think.

"Aaron..."

"Shh" I brush the hair from her neck with the intention of giving her a little kiss to calm her down, but I forgot that I can never get enough of her, and what is meant to be a little kiss, turns into a strong suck that It will surely leave a mark. "Rest, Bess, don't think." I trail kisses down her soft skin to her earlobe, and when I catch it between my teeth, she arches against me, her bottom pushing into me p***s. I release all the air through my mouth and it crashes against her neck, wet from my kisses. Immediately, goosebumps break out on her skin and I feel her tremble under my arms.

“No… I'm not resting, Aaron,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “On the contrary, you are taking away my sleep. Stop".

But her body tells a different story than her mouth. Her neck gives me more room to continue my assault and the entire back of her molds to my front, making us fit together perfectly. When I find a sensitive spot just behind her ear, soft little noises start to come out of her mouth and though she clearly tries to hold them back, she can't. Bess is so damn turned on that surely her panties must feel uncomfortable against her sensitive skin right now.

Her smell completely invades me and although there is a fight inside me, fighting between what is right and what I want, this time I allow the part that until now I have always kept hidden and close to the top to win, I allow the part that is carried away by my desires to win.

Every man has the breaking point and I can't keep myself in control when she's slipping through my fingers.

I slide my hand down her silhouette, lightly touching the curve of one of her breasts with my fingers and down to her small waist. Bess's breathing is so shallow that I hear her clearly, telling me how agitated she is. I lose my hand under her shirt and feel the soft skin of her belly that contracts under my touch. Bess jerks violently, as if an electric shock has hit her body and in her movement, her ass is pushed further against my groin.

"s**t," I growl softly against her ear.

"You're angry?" She asks with a small voice.

If I wasn't so damn hard, I would have laughed.

"I'm not mad, babe," I soothe her, tracing my finger along her navel as I kisses hard on her shoulder.

"It hurts" she tells me suddenly, scaring me.

"What?"

"It hurts, Aaron," she squeals with concern. "I don't know why it hurts."

Alarm bells start ringing in my head.

Have I hurt her?

“Bess...”

"Between the legs," she whispers. "There, it hurts."

"Christ, Bess." I grind my teeth, trying to control myself from doing something crazy.

"And... and it feels wet, so wet" her voice comes out shaky. "What if I'm bleeding? Aaron, my period isn't due yet."

She's going to finish me off, I swear to God she's going to.

“Do you want me to ease the pain?” I dare to ask.

Bess nods and that's all I need.

I turn her on her back and settle on her, taking care not to touch her yet.

"I'm going to kiss you, Bess" I look into her brown eyes and little by little I feel how I fall under her spell. "I'm going to kiss you, pretty. You know why?"

She shakes her head, her eyes confused and full of desire looking at me.

I lightly brush our lips and her eyes close, however, I pull away again to get her to look at me again. She needs to look into my eyes when I tell her, she needs to understand that my words are true.

"I'm going to kiss you because you're mine, Bess Lee, and to hell with what's right, you belong to me."

And I kiss her.

It's just my lips on her, but that touch is more explosive than any blowjob I am ever gotten. And I get it, she just ruined me for anyone else. So simple and easy. With one kiss, she has me hanging by her finger.

Her mouth is soft and warm, and when I suck on her bottom lip and taste the taste of it, I'm finally addicted. Sweet. Everything about her is sweet and I don't mind becoming diabetic.

I try to go slow, but like any addict, a small dose of his drug is not enough.

I need more.

"Open your mouth for me, pretty" I ask her and she quickly obeys.

A gasp of surprise escapes her mouth when she feels my tongue on the roof of her mouth, but I don't stop. I go for more. I tug at her lower lip with my teeth to ask her for more access and she gives it to me, allowing me free entry to hers most beautiful treasure. I growl against her mouth as I deepen my kiss, tilting my head to take more and more of her. It's not enough, I need more.

“Aaron,” she gasps as I slides a hand between us and rests it on her lower belly, fiddling with the elastic of her shorts.

"It still hurts?" I ask without stopping kissing her, because I can't. I am not able to stop myself.

"Yes".

"Can I ease the pain?" I force myself to separate for a second, uniting our foreheads. "Let me ease the pain, please."

She nods frantically and I don't miss the opportunity.

This time when I kiss her again, she starts following my movements, so awkwardly, but in the best way possible, Bess kisses me back.

And I kiss her as if there were no tomorrow, because with her tomorrow does not exist, only now. Just every second that passes that I have to use in our favor to convince her how well we fit together.

As I eat her moans into my mouth, I carefully slide my leg between hers and immediately she opens up for me, giving me full access. And I press my thigh there, where she needs me the most.

A little cry escapes from her mouth and her huge eyes open, looking at me with a thousand questions in them. I answer them by pressing my knee against the wet heat of hers that I can feel through the fabric of her shorts, warming my skin.

God, she must be so wet. All I want to do is make her come the right way, with my fingers or my tongue, but she's not ready for that yet. So I'm content with this, because today is just about her. It is about showing her a little piece of us, of what we can be if we are together.

Soon, I don't need to make any moves, instead she is the one to ease her own pain, pressing herself against my thigh. I bury my hand in the outline of her waist and pull her closer to me as I cling to her immaculate skin. When her moans become uncontrollable, I pull my mouth away from my new vice and allow her to scream freely as her hands clutch at my hair, burying her face in my neck.

"Aaron..."

"Hmm?" I ask as I focus on kissing her jaw.

"I have to pee, I think."

I chuckle a little against her skin, knowing she's already on the verge of it.

"You're going to c*m, Bess." I nibble on her earlobe and apply more pressure with my leg. It takes everything in me not to push my erection against her belly, where she's cradling me, but I know if I do, I won't be able to stop myself.

“Aaron..."

"Come on, pretty, feel it." I smile against her skin. "Your first orgasm with me."

“For all the muffins in the world, Aaron! What are you doing?!" She screams as I lower my hand between us and I cradle it in my palm.

Hard.

“Good God, Bess, I can feel you through the cloth, you're drenched. I want to eat you, damn it."

No questions leave her lips this time because she's so dazed coming, and it just takes a little pressure of my thumb where I know her delicious bundle of nerves is and she sweetly explodes, probably letting all the neighbors know who she belongs to.

I bite my lips, controlling the urge to go down into her, to bury my face in her p***y and feed on her scent. Worse yet, I resist the urge to push the fabric of her shorts aside to have her naked, luscious p***y on my tongue. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

I hold her hip firmly as her body lowers from the top, tremors making her jerk as she narrows her eyes at me.

And the expression from when she orgasmed, stays in my head. The way her eyes glittered, her back arching as her pretty cheeks turned redder than usual. And soon, I want to fill my head with those images again.

And I don't mind having the biggest blue balls case in history if it means giving Bess pleasure again.

She looks at me with big brown—almost black—eyes as she breathes shallowly, her hands gripping my forearms tightly.

“Aaron” her voice is a raspy, too-sexy drag. "Why did you do that?"

"You've never had an orgasm and you needed one." I brush the sweaty hair from her forehead. "How did you feel?"

I feel her shift uncomfortably under me.

"I feel uncomfortable down there."

"Wet?" I guess because from here I can smell her musk and is taking all of me not cleaning her with my tongue. “It's not blood, Bess. I assure you".

She nods slowly, as if she is gradually understanding.

"I want to take a bath."

"Hey, no." I fall onto my back on the bed and pull her into my chest. “Stay like this, Bess. It's not like you're dirty or anything."

"Aaron," she whimpers, trying to get away from me. "I don't understand what we're doing...I..."

“I let you down and I'm sorry, Bess,” I whisper, scribbling pictures on her back. “Let me make amends for my mistakes. Let me earn your trust again, because I can feel it, you are changing with me and I don't want that”.

"I just... I don't want you to hurt me again, I don't want you to make me feel like you don't love me again."

"Bess" I moan in agony at her words, taking in what I've made her believe all this time with my actions. "Let me fix us, please."

“It's not like I can stop you from trying, but you don't expect things to be the way they used to be.” She lifts her face and looks up at me, pain flashing in her eyes. “Don't wait for the Bess who always at your feet, Aaron. I'm already tired of it."

I swallow hard, feeling defeated.

"I don't care" I decide. “Let me try, Bess. I promise you that you will believe in me again. I promise you that you will not be afraid to tell me what you feel. I promise you that I will amend my mistakes."

She stares at me for several seconds and then, without saying a single word, she lies back on my chest. Silence invades us and I know that she will not say anything else tonight. I also know that the damage is still there and that I will have to risk everything for her to be the same as before with me.

But she is worth any effort.