Chapter 57

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Kissing her forehead Aaron pushes up off the bed and crosses over into the bathroom to grab a damp washcloth. When he comes back into the bedroom he stops and can't help but appreciate the sight before him.

Aph is laying almost directly in the center of the bed with her gown bunched up at the top of her thighs, her ankles delicately crossed over each other, her right hand rests on her stomach, and her left is fisted over her heart. Her dark black hair is wildly fanned around her and her eyes are closed almost as if she's already asleep.

He briefly thinks he doesn't want to wake her but the thought is shot out of the water as she opens her eyes and turns to look at him. The look in her eyes is anything but sleepy.

Moving over to the bed he sits on the edge and gently begins to clean between her legs and then swipes the cloth over her sex. The whole time his eyes never leave hers and he watches as the warm amber of her eyes begins to darken.

He pushes the cloth between her folds and draws it up and over her clit. She gasps and then whimpers as a delicious warmth spreads through her and she spreads her thighs for him.

Aaron would like to say the sight of her spreading for him is making him hard but he would have had to have already been soft. If this keeps up they will never be able to leave the bedroom let alone the house ever again.

Aaron frowns, "Aph you're going to be sore."

Aph gives him a wicked little smile, "I don't care."

Aaron chuckles as he pushes up off the bed pushes his shorts over his hips. She watches as they drop to the floor and her whole body shivers. Seeing his member spring free and already hard makes her heart beat faster. She feels the moisture pool at the entrance to her core and then drips down her skin.

Aaron quickly uses the washcloth to clean himself and shivers as the coolness touches his skin. If he thought that would cool him even a little he was sadly mistaken. Instead, it only made him even harder.

He has no intentions of making this quick or as clumsy as the one before. As he climbs in between her legs his eyes meet her and he gives her an equally wicked smile.

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