Aaron Carpenter Imagines & Preferences

Honeymoon Trip: Part 3

(I was listening to this while, I was writing. And I know the song context doesn't exactly connect to the imagine, but I thought the music made the story more powerful. Hope you like it!)

Y/n's POV:

"Aaron!" I squeal as he chases me around the grey, velvety couch. He chuckles as he jumps the back of the couch, and gains on me. Almost close enough to grab me.

"Aaron! Stop it!" I laugh, stumbling and falling into the couch. He jumps on top of me, grinning as he pins my arms above my head. His grin fading as he looks over my face, our chests rising and falling quickly. He leaned down to kiss me but I press my lips together tightly, and turn my head away.

"Come on baby," He whines. I shake my head playfully as I try not to cave. His soft nose running along the skin of my cheek, as he laces our fingers together.

"Don't be like that." He whispers. My heart begins to beat faster. His soft lips on my face, as he tries to persuade me. His rough voice, whispering things in my ear as I tighten my hold around his fingers.

I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling myself caving. He smiles against my cheek, before moving his hands out of my grip and down my arms. His fingers gently turning my face towards his, capturing my gaze in his.

Rubbing his thumb over my cheekbone, making my hands lift themselves up and tangle into his hair.

Then at that moment, our heartbeats beat to the same rhythm. I gave into him. I let out a breath, and released my lips to his. Gasping as he took them in his. His soft lips, filling my lungs with fire.

Consuming my breath into the void of his chest. Kissing me, as if he was taking the devil inside of me into himself. I curled my fingers into his head of hair, kissing him back.

"Aaron-n," I say, as he moves his head into my neck. Kissing my exposed skin, as his hot breath makes my toes curl. A small moan escapes my lips, as he steals my skin in his teeth.

"What is it baby girl?" He whispers, as he snakes his hands down my waist. Slipping them into the back of my shirt. I shiver, as his cold fingers glide across my soft skin.

"Are we..." I start, nervousness radiating out of my mouth. "...going to, you know?" I say.

"I-If you want to." Aaron says, as he swallows. Appearing nervous now.

"D-Do you want to?" I say, curling my fingers around the fabric of his shirt.

He said nothing. Closing his eyes, as he licked his lips.

"I-uh-I mean," He said, quietly. "I-If you want to, we can." He seemed unsure. Nervous. Reality hitting both of us in the face. We could now. We were tied together now. No holding back. And I guess that didn't seem apparent a few minutes ago.

We haven't made these steps yet. We both wanted to wait till after marriage. Now here we were. Alone. And married. Faced with the thing we wanted most. But frozen in fear.

We lay silently on the couch, letting our minds wonder as our swollen lips became trapped in between our own teeth. Aaron met my blank stare over his shoulder, his gaze pinning me down as his eyes darkened.

"I trust you." I say, nodding to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. He nodded, looking at my lips.

"I can't believe I can do this now." He whispered, lightly touching his lips to mine. "I finally get to make love to you." He said eagerly as he pulled me close. Smashing his lips on mine, as confidence and victory raced through his veins.

A loving drive taking over his nerves. Taking command, and claiming his prize.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" I say between his kisses. He nodded quickly, sliding off of me. He pulled me up, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the room. Slamming me into the bedroom door, and kissing me hard.

Eagerness laced in his grasp as he consumed me. Finally he opened the door, pushing me in and closing it behind us.

And you can guess what happens next.