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chapter thirty-nine, ruined for the world.
AARON GENTLY TOOK FRANCESCA TO THEIR CHAMBERS, whispering sweet nothings to soothe her after the encounter with Watson. Francesca soon calmed down, lost in the touch of Aaron.
The two entered and immediately Francesca went to their bathroom, getting ready for bed. She removed her dress, revealing dark red lingerie that she had worn for the night. A small frown tugged on her lips as she realized they wouldn't be in use tonight.
"My love?" Aaron called out, wondering why she had gone quiet all the sudden. He walked to the bathroom, gently peaking around the corner. The sight that he saw was the most stunning woman he's ever laid his eyes on.
"I'm sorry, honey, I just...I had planned for us to...you know, but given the nights events I understand that you do not want that-"
"Whoa, no one ever said that. Mon amour, I always want you. It would be a shame to put this...masterpiece of a body to waste." Aaron whispered, walking up behind her. His hands splayed out across her waist and lower belly. His nose buried deep into her neck, and just like earlier while they were dancing, he inhaled her sweet perfume.
"Mon cœur, are you sure?"
"Francesca Tveit, do you honestly think I would turn down any opportunity to make love to you?" His words caused Francesca to blush, not only was his words incredibly flattering but he had said her name for the first time since they wed. Francesca Tveit.
"Then do it," Francesca teased slightly, looking at him through the mirror with innocent eyes.
"Mm, gladly," Aaron grinned, starting to kiss her neck. His teeth nipped at the tender flesh, causing the girl to whine and gasp, her back arching into his touch. "What's wrong, my sweet wife? What is it that you need?" Aaron rasped, pulling her closer. His hands danced across the fabric of her delicate panties, the thin material doing nothing to conceal the arousal that pooled between Francesca's thighs.
"You know, baby," Francesca whined, causing Aaron to chuckle. His lips left her neck, now nipping at her ear.
"Mm, but I want to hear you say it, sweetheart," Aaron said lowly, his husky voice rumbling through his chest.
Francesca whined, trying to move his hands to her breasts and to her arousal. "Please, touch me," Francesca said desperately, begging for him to do as asked.
"You're such a pretty beggar, my dear," Aaron grabbed her hand pulled her into their room, walking over to their bed. His hands traced up her spine, causing Francesca to shiver. His fingers, in one quick motion, unclasped Francesca's lacy bra. He gently pushed the straps down, revealing her perfect breasts to his hungry gaze.
"Have I ever told you how utterly breathtaking you are, dear?" Aaron whispered as he lowered his mouth to of the hardened peaks. Francesca moaned and arched into his touch, tangling her hands on his hair. His hand reached up and kneaded the other breast, his eyes closed in satisfaction. His other hand rested on her bare waist, caressing the curve of her hourglass.
"Aar," Francesca whined, pulling his head back to look at her. His eyes sparkled with love and affection, but the color was dark with lust and need.
"What is it, my queen?" Aaron rasped, pulling her closer. Francesca's cheeks flushed, her whole body felt like it was on fire.
"I need you, please," she whimpers. Her thumb went to caress his bottom lip, wiping a bead of spit he left there when he was kissing her body.
Aaron grinned and picked her up, "wrap your legs around my waist, baby," he tells her. After she complies Aaron gently pushed her into the bed. He began to kiss down her body, nudging her legs apart with his knee.
He got to her panties and kissed the little, delicate bow that rested on the hem. He looked up, his eyes questioning. Once Francesca nodded her head he slowly removed her panties, revealing her core to him.
Aaron let out a soft groan at the sight, spreading her legs even more. "By the gods, you've ruined me for the world, Mon amour," Aaron groaned.
"How's that?" Francesca asked softly, watching as Aaron kneeled on the floor. His fingers wrapped around her ankles, pulling her to the edge.
"All I want to do is be with you all day," Aaron rubbed at Francesca's thighs before he buried his face in between her legs.
His tongue flicked her clit repeatedly, causing Francesca to buck her hips wildly. His hands rested on her hips and lower belly, keeping her still. His tongue dipped into the tight hole, causing her walls to clench around his tongue. He spread her legs wider, moaning at the taste of her sweet arousal.
"Aaron, baby, fuck," Francesca moaned, lifting her hands above her head and arching off the bed. It was no secret that Aaron was amazing at sex, he made her feel things she'd never felt before. Almost every single time they were intimate he was only after one thing: her pleasure. He was so selfish and so talented.
"Aaron, baby- I need- fuck-"
"What do you need, baby?" Aaron moaned against her flesh, sending shockwaves over Francesca. Her walls clenched the air as she came, her moans coming out loud and breathless.
After she calmed down, Aaron kissed up her body and then held her close. As if he was done.
"What are you doing?" Francesca asked softly, looking up at him. Aaron smiled and kissed her softly, pulling her closer.
"You came, right? It was good for you?"
"Hell yeah I did, and you know it was amazing."
"Then I'm holding you." Aaron shrugged, kissing her forehead. Without a second thought, Francesca straddled his waist. His hard cock pressed against her soaked entrance. "Well, hello," Aaron smirked, resting his hands on her hips.
"I want you to make love to me," Francesca whimpered, kissing him softly. As they kissed, her hand trailed his chest and started to stroke his cock. His hips bucked into her hands, his moans being swallowed by her tongue. He quickly flipped them over, so that she was on her back and he was on top of her.
"All you had to do was ask, honey," Aaron grinned, slowly entering her. Francesca gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him deeper, which caused her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Aaron gave her a second to get comfortable, "is this alright, darling?" And Francesca nodded, but that wasn't good enough; "words, baby, I need words."
"It's perfect, my love." Francesca smiled, kissing him softly. She rolled her hips to encourage him to move.
"Fast or slow, honey?" Aaron asked, making sure she was comfortable.
"Slow," Francesca hummed, looking at him with those big, innocent eyes. Aaron smiled, kissing her as he began to thrust his hips. His thrusts were deep and slow, but so deliciously filling.
Francesca moaned, clawing at the skin of his back, creating a delicious burn. Their moans, groans and the sound of slapping skin filled the room.
Francesca's walls clenched around him, almost making him cum right then and there. He groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming uncoordinated.
"Fuck, darling, I'm gonna-" Aaron groaned, burying his face in her neck. Both of them let out a loud moan before releasing, their breathes heavy and uneven.
Once they came down from their high Aaron collapsed next to her, pulling Francesca close to him.
"Are you okay, darling?" Aaron asked softly, holding her close. Francesca nodded her head, burying her face in his chest. Aaron took their blanket and covered their naked bodies. Normally, they would get changed afterwards, but they weren't in the mood. Aaron's hand splayed across her hip and her lower belly, his thumb rubbing the skin gently. Again, he found himself wishing that he'd feel a slight curve of the skin, maybe a little kick. He wanted to have a family more than anything, but more specifically, he wanted a family with Francesca.
