He then lifted the edge of my dress to expose the flesh of my stomach.

Leaning his head forward he placed small gentle kisses along the curve of my stomach as he moved to position himself on his knees in front of me. I couldn’t help but catch my breath as I realized his intention. Every touch of his lips sent shivers through my body.

His hands reached for the edge of my bikini bottoms, plucking at the strings that held them to me, and within seconds they had landed across the room. I wanted to cry out as his kisses traveled further south. His mouth hovered over me, as he pulled my hips to the edge of the couch for better access.

With careful precision he kissed each thigh, lingering each time I shivered or exclaimed. I closed my eyes as his mouth drew nearer to my most sensitive place.

When his mouth finally landed upon my mound, I couldn’t contain myself from crying out his name as the pleasure escalated.

Fuck it felt good.

He flicked his tongue across my clitoris, applying small amounts of pressure in tiny circles, increasing and decreasing in gentle massages. His hands remained at my waist as if to hold me in place, making me feel like a chalice from which he drank. His lips and mouth worked over my eager body, and I arched my head back in ecstasy.

I had never felt this way.

Never felt such pleasure.

Every nerve in my body had been set on fire, and I wanted nothing to quench it. Soon I began to crest towards arrival. He must have sensed the building tension somehow as his undulations grew in intensity, flicking around my moist portal and dancing back to my awaiting nerve center.

"Oh, god!" I shrieked as the endorphins flooded my system. His lingering tongue extended the orgasm until at last I fell back on the couch, nearly spent.

"No, it's just me,” he said, kissing his way back up my inner thigh.

He pulled my dress down to cover me again, and looked up into my eyes. It took me a moment to realize what he had said in relation to my exclamation. When I did, I burst into laughter.

"I'm glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he said with a wry grin, as he stood and extended his hand.

I took it and stood, realizing that my knees were wobbly enough that I needed to balance on him. My face came just inches from his as I clutched to him. He stole a kiss, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling my body against his. Again I pressed my palms against his chest and leaned into the kiss, feeling my passion awaken once more, and wondering how he could have such an effect on me.

He took my hand in his and led me down the hallway to the bedroom. Once inside he pulled my dress off of me, exposing my naked body completely to him. I had to admit I felt a thrill as his eyes raked over me, taking me in completely, before devouring my mouth once more with his own. His arms embraced me. I couldn’t help but remember that we had been in the throes of nature today, and we still had the remnants of it all over our skin.

"Aiden," I murmured as his lips found my neck. "Aiden, can you tell me where your bathroom is?"

"Really?" he said.

"Yeah, I just wanted to rinse off real quick. I feel like I'm still covered in dried sea salt."

He pulled back and looked at me with a mischievous twinkle. "Sure. Right this way."

He led me to the door across from the bedroom. The bathroom looked as if I had stepped into the cover of a home improvement magazine. Firstly, it was larger than my entire bedroom, and every surface gleamed, white porcelain and steel silver edges made the modern theme of the apartment that much more apparent.

He handed me a towel and washcloth, pausing to nipple along the curve of my shoulder before he stepped out leaving me alone. I pulled back the sliding door into the huge shower and turned on the water. Instantly I felt better as the warm water washed over me. For a moment I wondered if I had broken the mood with Aiden, but my question was answered a few minutes later, when I heard the bathroom door open again.

The door slid open and a very naked Aiden stepped into the shower. Instantly the sight of his body made me react. I silently marveled again at his exquisite physique. The curls of ink on his arms, perfectly complimented the muscles flexing beneath his skin.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he answered, stepping towards me.

I welcomed him by wrapping my arms around his neck and finding his lips with mine. The water engulfed us. Aiden picked up the soap and began to lather my body, rubbing his hands over my torso, my ribcage, and my breasts, teasing at my lips all the while.

I did the same and when our bodies touched we slipped and slid as the foreplay continued. He had already made me come with his mouth, but I wanted to find out what else he could do. My hands slid down his body, as much as they could while I still kept my body as close to his as I could, as my fingers found his firm manhood.

He inhaled sharply as my fingers wrapped around him.

I looked up and saw his eyes go dark as he tilted his head back. I caressed him gently, still unsure how to proceed as I hadn’t had as much experience as I believed he had. I traced my fingertips over the head of his cock, taking note as his hips twitched in reaction.

He kissed me roughly, pulling us both underneath the shower, rinsing the foamy lather off our bodies. Once we were completely free of it, he opened the sliding door, pulled me out and lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, trailing water behind us the whole way.

He gently lowered me down onto the bed, hovering over me just as he had earlier today on the beach. This time he kissed me, fulfilling the wish that I had wanted before when we lay upon the sand. I kissed him back, feeling the connection grow between us.

I hadn’t answered him before, when he had asked me if I wanted a relationship, because in that moment I hadn’t had an answer. As our bodies tangled together in rising pleasure, I knew what my answer should be. Throughout everything we had been through the strength of our friendship had remained a currant underneath all of the competitiveness and tension. I knew that no matter what he would always be with me, and I would always be with him.

He lifted himself over me, my whole body tingling with anticipation. I felt him press against me, his eyes locked on mine as our bodies at last became one.

He held back moving in a slow rhythm, as if fighting the urgency that was so apparent in his breath and his eyes. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I arched my hips forward, clutching my fingers against the broad musculature of his back. He showered me with kisses, from my lips, along my forehead, a gentle caress of the lips above each of my eyelids.

I had never felt so adored, so cherished.

His ragged breathing increased and I felt my own desire escalate in turn. Seeing him turned on to such a degree made me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once. With my fingers tangled through his hair, I kept his face in front of me as much as I could.

I wanted to see him.

I wanted to be in the moment with him as much as he would let me.

He stayed with me, our eyes locked as if in a silent bond as our bodies joined. I wondered if this is what it felt like to be made love to. If any part of me still clung to logic, I knew that I wanted to love him even if I couldn’t yet bring myself to say it.

"Blair," his voice whispered in my ear revealing his urgency.

I felt the same way as he sounded. I couldn’t take any more of the pleasure he imposed upon me, and yet I couldn’t stop.

I wanted more, and yet even more.

"Aiden," I whimpered in response. "Oh, god. Aiden!"