The Way He Worshiped Her
Moans of pleasure filled Aaron's room. Olivia's pajama top was halfway off, hanging around her waist, barely covering her navel. She sat in Aaron's lap, her exposed skin shivering under his skillful touch.
"Mmhh…" Olivia's eyes were glazed over with bliss. She hated admitting how sexy Aaron was, with his head resting on her left shoulder, his tongue tracing from her jaw to her collarbone, leaving fresh hickeys on her pale skin. 'This must be the hormones making me so horny. I'm not into Aaron at all. I just need this right now.'
Olivia blamed the hormones like they were a magic spell cursing her to crave sex, satisfied only by a real man. She still refused to acknowledge how impressive Aaron's strong body felt supporting her. She denied that it was Aaron making her horny.