Aaron's POV
"Can I touch you?"
I found myself repeating those words in my mind, each repetition sending a rush of exhilaration through my heart. The thought of his hands on me sent shivers down my spine, igniting a desire so intense that I felt a warmth spreading through my entire body. I had never wanted someone to touch me like this before, and the very anticipation of it made my breath hitch in my throat.
"Yes," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Really?" he asked, uncertainty lacing his tone, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard, unsure whether I might reconsider in the next moment.
"Yes," I affirmed once more, my resolve strengthening as I took a step closer to him. My heart raced as I reached out, intertwining my fingers with his. Every instinct urged me forward, and as I leaned in, the world around us faded away, leaving only the exhilarating pulse of desire.
I kissed him softly at first, testing the waters, but as he responded, a spark ignited between us. I felt the kiss deepen as I slightly pulled back, gauging his reaction. He didn't shy away; instead, he leaned in closer, mirroring my yearning. Encouraged, I surrendered control, letting go of his hands and boldly tugging him closer by his waist.
His mouth slightly parted, inviting me in, and I took advantage of that openness. My tongue explored the warm sweetness of his mouth, dancing against his own. I could feel his fingers trace over my abs, a gentle exploration that made me gasp softly. The sound escaped my lips before I could stop it, a soft, involuntary moan that seemed to encourage him further.
In that moment, every touch felt electric, awakening a hunger I never knew existed within me. The intensity of our connection surged, and I was completely consumed by the heat of the moment; it was thrilling, intoxicating, and utterly transformative.