68. Do You Want Me To Stop?

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*Aeron's POV*

It was dusk, the glow of the Christmas lights hung in her room bouncing off our skin.

Natalie and I lay in her bed with the invitation AB gave us earlier in the day. His club space was making it's grand opening, and it was tomorrow.

"Should we go?" She asked, looking over at me while tossing the black envelope onto her nightstand.

"I have no problem with it, as long as you don't."

"I mean, you don't have any addictions or dependencies that I don't know about?"

I chuckled a little, "Natalie, even if alcohol didn't mess with my medication, I still don't drink much. I used to when I lived in Scotland, but when I became a husband and then a father, I cut back. I haven't had a drink in a while, so rest assured, I probably won't be drinking much at the party. Your safety is my priority, I don't want to mess it up."

"Is it because of what I told you? About Victoria?" I couldn't help but wince at the sound of her name, this woman put Natalie through so much and for almost nothing at all "And Damien..." She trailed off, staring up at her ceiling, and I watched as her eyes watered.

"She can't hurt you love, you know that. I'm here, so don't worry." I took her in my arms, "Besides, you know I'll take care of you," I rested my forehead against hers, sliding my hand down her shirt, then below her waist, and when I found the spot, her lips parted, and eyes closed. "Is this alright?" I waited and then she nodded, and I smoothed my fingers against her, and felt her hand push mine down.

"Mmm, Aeron, keep going," her legs parted further and I took my opportunity. I kissed her, hard, while I ran my hand through her hair, my other fingers still working against her. It only took a few moments until I heard the satisfied moan, and small twitches from her thighs rocking against my hand.

A few minutes passed, before her breathing calmed down enough for her to speak "What was that for?"

I shrugged, "Is there something wrong with wanting to pleasure you?"

She shook her head, "No, it's just, a surprise."

"Just let me know if that's not what you want and I won't do it. I promise." She placed her palm over my jeans, visibly bulging from what I just did to her. Her gentle touch against me drove me mad, my eyes closed and I tried to form words. "Natalie, what are you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?" She pulled her hand away for a second, and I shook my head, my tongue running across my bottom lip as she sat up, yanking her pants down, tossing them onto the floor and then pushing me onto my back. One leg hooked over my hip and the other stayed, putting her in a straddling position. She rocked back and forth over my body, the pressure against me intense and difficult to push away "What if I want more?" She whispered, gently threading my belt off. She pulled the button down, and the pants so slowly that I felt enamored, a fire growing in my belly.

"How much more?" I groaned, clutching the sheets in my fist. She pulled my boxers down, and I lay motionless, half-naked and exposed. When she came back into view, the glow from the lights showed she wasn't wearing any underwear. She glided against me, the feeling of skin against skin almost too much for me to bear.

"Natalie," I muttered, almost a moan.

"It's not in yet," she whispered, "don't move" I was completely silent as she held me against her, and then slipped onto me. Natalie was in control, moving up and down, and in the darkness I could hear her sighs as her hands moved underneath my shirt, her fingers gliding over my scars like they didn't even exist.

She rocked, her hips moving in time with mine. I found the strength to sit up, and I planted kisses against her neck until I couldn't anymore. I crashed against the blankets, both of us spent and tired.

"I could do this all night," She laughed, pulling the sheet over us. I kissed her a few more times, and then she pulled away "I think we should go to the club tomorrow, I need to show my support. I want to show my support, and I want you to go with me. Would you?" Natalie whispered.

"Of course, I will go wherever you go." I kissed her cheek and we looked out the window for a while before we fell asleep.

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