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Aaron seemed to sense her willingness to give herself to him and sent his lips exploring across her breasts, flicking his tongue across her budding nipples. He traveled on, letting his lips slide down her flat abdomen, and his hands slid beneath the waistband of her shorts. In a moment they were unzipped and his fingers plundered down, slipping lower to cup her mound.

Marissa arched her back in response and he sent his finger plunging down the moist valley, rubbing across her sensitive nub. Sensations shot through her, every nerve coming alive, aware. She whimpered when he moved his hand to push her jeans and panties off her legs, and then moaned with relief when he immediately returned to his objective.

His fingers were like magic, rubbing and roaming over her most sensitive flesh. His thumb manipulated the delicate engorged nub between her legs as his finger ran around the edge of her entrance, taunting, teasing. Then just as she began to shatter he pushed his finger inside her and tickled the sides of the damp canyon. Marissa exploded.

Her heart hammered hard as colors blasted through her mind. Her body convulsed, spasming, quivering. She quaked, experiencing an almost unbelievable river of feelings. She slowly floated back to earth, realizing that despite her nakedness Aaron was still fully dressed.

She pushed at his T-shirt and raised it over his head. Her hands scrambled to his belt buckle, fumbling to undo the metal clasp and pull the zipper down. His manhood sprang forward as soon as it was granted freedom and Aaron kicked his legs to rid himself of the binding cloth. Just before the jeans hit the floor he grabbed at them and pulled his wallet from the pocket. He managed to retrieve a condom from its depth and in just a moment he sheathed his tool in sheer lambskin.

Marissa rolled on her back and opened her arms to Aaron. They came together with a cataclysmic eruption. Marissa spread her legs and allowed him entrance into her wet canal. The thick head of his shaft pushed into her entry, forcing her muscles to expand and accept his membership. His bulging head rammed into her uterine wall and she let out a howl, the sensations overtook her, creating growls and animalistic voices bursting from her throat. God, she had no self-control, lost in the sensations that overwhelmed her.

It was a slow descent from the eclipse of her orgasm. She floated downward, slowly, her senses still coming together. She stretched, melding her body against his. She pressed her body against him, exulting in the feel of their forms joined together. Instead of the weirdness , she expected to feel , she felt a peace, a calmness that engulfed her. Any other time she could remember after making love for the first time, there'd been an awkwardness, an unfamiliarity that pervaded her. Not this time. Instead she was content, comfortable, relaxed. Why was making love with Aaron so different?

She didn’t know the answer but apparently Aaron felt the same way. He cuddled her and kissed her nose. They started talking then couldn’t seem to stop. They talked about family, dogs, remodeling. They talked about love, joy, and fulfillment. No topic was taboo.

They didn’t even move off the floor of the third bedroom until Marissa’s stomach growled hungrily…and loudly. Together they laughed and slipped back into their clothes and headed downstairs.

Before long they were sitting on the couch and indulging in a huge platter of nachos Marissa had put together and watching old recordings of This Old House. They argued back and forth about the finer points of the renovation, all the while munching on the spicy chips, smothered in nacho cheese and taco beef, chopped tomatoes, and sour cream. They both had icy bottles of beer to cool the tang of the jalapenos.

The second show was winding to an end. They both had eaten too much. Aaron groaned and patted his belly.

“She’s beautiful and she can cook. What more could I ask for?” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips that soon deepened. “Of course, I like the fact that you don’t eat like a girl, either.”

“What do you mean I don’t eat like a girl?” Marissa demanded, shooting him a playful glare.

“You know, one of those females that act like they exist on air alone. If they take more than one bite of a meal you bought them they act like they’ve committed a cardinal sin. They’re watching their figures, you know. But hell, you enjoy your food, and I’m watching your figure, not theirs.”

"Why, Aaron Mathews, you silver-tongued devil. You do say the sweetest things." Marissa batted her lashes in her best southern belle imitation.

“Only when they’re true,” he growled and began planting kisses along her neck. Her hands delved into his raven black hair and massaged his scalp, stroking and rubbing. He moaned as he continued to run his lips up and down the column of her neck, his hands slipping around her rib cage to cup her breasts in his palm.

Aaron’s hands wandered along her legs, stroking and comforting. He ran his palms along her thighs, gliding down to her knees and below then upwards again.

He found one more condom in his pocket and they came together harmoniously, his throbbing manhood embedded deep within her. She stretched along the couch and rubbed her hand across his back. Ah, it felt so right.

front of the fireplace. He ran towards the French doors across the room from Aaron and Marissa.

“What the hell?” Aaron questioned as he shoved his legs into his pants. “Marissa, call the dog and stay here.”

She did as she was told and called Larry to her and watched as Aaron flung open the French doors and stalked onto the covered porch. Unlike he had ordered, however, she ordered Larry to stay and followed Aaron onto the porch, stepping onto the dimly lit covered area.

“Dammit, woman, I told you to stay back.”

“Yeah, well, get used to it. I’ll probably not follow your orders on a regular basis.”

He flashed her a glare then turned back to studying the porch and surrounding area. Larry, not minding any better than she did, barked and ran along the edge of the porch, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. Marissa was watching him when she noticed the broken flower pot.

“Look.” She ordered Aaron in a quiet voice. “The flower pot is broken.”

He turned and stared at the broken terra   cotta and scattered plants, his face blank. They both noticed the air was still. There was no way the pot had just blown over. It had been hit or pushed.

“Let’s go back inside.” Aaron ordered and placed his hand on her back to urge her indoors. She didn’t argue for a change but went without hesitation. The idea that someone had been on her porch, possibly watching her and Aaron make love in the living room, completely unnerved her. She felt shaken to the core. Who the hell would do such a thing?