Saving Aurora

Chapter 15

Aurora

I awake to the feeling of warmth and safety, tucked under the man’s body,

with his warm eyes shining down at me in the dim light. For some reason,

I can’t help but reach up and cup his cheek with my palm. It’s rough with

stubble, feeling like my favorite emery board. I scratch his cheek lightly with my

nails and find myself smiling when he turns his head and presses a kiss into my

palm.

The touch of his warm lips against my skin sends a pleasant tingle through

me. I find myself gliding my hand along his neck and pulling his mouth toward

mine. I lick my lips in anticipation before I press them against his full warm

mouth.

This kiss is different than the others the man and I have shared. I’m in full

control. He’s letting me set the pace—I am kissing him. After a few moments, he

pulls out of the kiss and rests our foreheads together.

“Princess,” he whispers, rubbing his nose against mine affectionately.

“Please, sir,” I answer back, not really sure what I mean, or entirely want I

want—except to get lost in this man, wanting to fall back into his warmth and

the pleasure I know can be found there. I don’t want to slip back into my

nightmares or think about anything else except the feelings he creates within me.

Rolling me completely onto my back, the man hovers over me.

He trails light, barely-there kisses down my face that have me squirming and

sighing with pleasure—laving, nipping, and sucking on the skin above my collarbone, no doubt leaving his mark.

“Sir,” I cry out in shock as he suddenly flips onto his back, somehow taking

me with him. I’m now sprawled awkwardly on top of his hard body, looking

down into his twinkling golden eyes.

Gliding his hands down my body, I gasp as he grips the tops of my thighs

and pulls them apart. I now have his hard body between my legs. My heart is

racing as I push against his hard chest to a sitting position. I’m naked, straddling

an equally naked man.

He’s grinning up at me as his warm hands grip my hips gently. The circling

caresses against my skin his thumbs are making have me rocking against his

body.

“Sir?” I ask, unsure of what to do next.

Even in my naughtiest fantasies, I never really imagined what it would be

like to have a man laid out beneath me and letting me take control. Not that I

believe I am ever truly in control when it comes to this man. But at this moment

he is allowing me to pretend—to explore.

“Touch me, Princess. Do whatever you want.” His voice rings with a gentle

sincerity.

Slowly, I move my palms across his chest, feeling the solid—real—warmth

beneath them. This man is my momentary reality. All I want to do is kiss him

again.

So I give into the urge.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss against his throat. It gives me a thrill to feel

his pulse pounding beneath. Next, I kiss the man’s jaw, flicking my tongue

against his stubble. The hands resting on my hips flex, but he makes no move to

take over.

“Hi,” I whisper, suddenly shy when we’re nose to nose.

“Hiya,” he replies. His copper eyes are twinkling in the darkness, and his lips

are twitched up slightly into a grin.

I lean down and take his full lips with my own, marveling at how soft they

are, how much I love the taste as I run my tongue along their seam. He opens up,

and I flick my tongue against his. The man shivers against me, and he moans.

While his hands never move from their resting spot on my hips, his fingertips

twitch and dig into my flesh.

My hands on his chest find his n*****s through the smattering of coarse dark

hair. The man moans appreciatively as I begin to tease and touch him,

instinctively touching him the way I enjoy being touched.

Leaning down, I kiss and suck on the warm salty skin of his neck. A thrill of

pleasure courses through me as I feel his moans of pleasure against my lips. I

scoot down his body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses. The man doesn’t make any

move to stop me or take over. I freeze for a second when I feel his hardness

beneath me, which wasn’t there before.

“f**k, Princess,” he groans out as I take one of his n*****s between my lips

and suck it to the roof of my mouth. His hands move up my body and tangle in

my hair.

Lifting myself onto my knees, I slowly continue to move down his body,

following the trail of hair from his navel down to his thick c**k.

“f**k,” he mutters as I gently grasp him in my hand, feeling his weight and

girth.

Leaning forward, I take a tentative lick of the mushroomed head, not

knowing what I’m doing or even if I really want to try and suck this man off. It’s

not an act I have enjoyed. But I find, for this man, I’m willing to try.

“Not tonight, Princess,” he says, interrupting my thoughts by fisting my hair

tightly—stilling my movements.

“You don’t want me to?”

“I think my c**k is making it pretty clear it wants nothing more than to be in

that sexy mouth of yours. But I’m tabling its decision until later.”

Doing an impressive ab-curl, he reaches down and takes hold of my arms,

dragging me back up his body so we are once again face-to-face.

“Who are you?” I wonder aloud. Who is this man of confusing

contradictions?

A shadow of some unknown emotion flits across the man’s face before he

quickly clears it into his seemingly normal stoic demeanor.

“I’m a man who needs to get some sleep.”

“But what about … ?” I ask vaguely, gesturing toward his erect c**k.

Ignoring my question the man flips us so I’m once again safely tucked

against his body. Then he pulls up the covers and tucks us back underneath.

“No more nightmares, Princess” he commands tersely before placing a

confusingly sweet kiss on my forehead.

I’m left reeling. Who is this man?