Page 8 of Angry Lion’s Naughty Little Neighbor (Company 417 Shifters #60)

Chapter Eight

Kelsey

jump on Aaron as he walks through the door, squealing as I do.

He catches me with a chuckle as my legs and arms wrap around him.

I cover his face with kisses and I guess I’m pretty much the definition of over the top.

I don’t care. I’ve been with him for eight months now, almost nine months, and my life is so different!

He laughs and kisses me and when I finally let him stop kissing, I say, “Guess which perfect little girl you adore just got straight A’s in her first semester of college. Guess! Go ahead, guess!”

“That girl you introduced me to last week, right? What was her name? Annie or something, right?”

“Watch it, Buster!” Of course, I can’t even pretend to be mad at him. I’m way too excited and way too happy.

“I knew you could do it, beautiful girl. I knew you could.” I snuggle against him, about as happy as I can even imagine being. “So, where am I taking you tonight to celebrate?”

“Anywhere,” I say, “but the real celebration happens tonight in the bedroom.” I giggle again, this time because it’s like my whole life has been transformed. I get to feel a delicious sort of naughtiness whenever sex is the discussion. You know what I mean?

I guess normal girls have a sense of modesty, right?

Well, I didn’t until now. And now, I talk about sex and it makes me blush.

I missed out on that for a long time! The great news is that it feels like all the things I missed out on are coming to me now.

Aw hell, how could I know what I missed if it doesn’t come up, right? Who cares. I’m so happy right now!

Aaron decides we’re going to the bedroom first, and you better believe that’s fine by me.

He just walks us there. A few seconds after we get there, he’s flat on his back and I’m on top of him, enjoying the opportunity to move my body and to stare down at him as I do.

I study the lines of his face, the way his muscles move.

I mean, I think I’ve studied his body so much that it ought to be old hat.

Nope!

I think I can study his body nonstop and I won’t get bored for a very, very long time. I mean, everything about this man is just perfect, and I don’t see any way at all that the sight of him can ever do anything other than thrill me.

Am I just goofy and silly?

Am I just an immature, dumb girl?

Well fine. If I’m all that, I’m still as happy as I can be so I guess I’ll choose being goofy, silly, immature and dumb over any of the alternatives.

Immature, dumb girl…

I may be goofy and silly. I may even be immature.

I’m not dumb, though. I’m a straight A student in college!

Damn, I’m weird, though! Why else would thinking about my 4.

0 GPA make pleasure pulse out from my pussy as though he were rubbing my clit?

Why else would I spasm around his cock like some sort of a squeeze toy? Damn, he feels so good!

I guess it isn’t the great report card turning me on.

I think it has to be the awareness that I’m such a different person now, right?

It has to be that. I’m not the same girl as I was.

I’m not spreading my legs for strangers as though fucking boys I don’t even like is somehow going to get back at Mom and Dad for dying.

I stop of a moment and just stare at him.

Holy shit… Mom and Dad are proud of me now!

For quite a while, if they looked down at me from Heaven, they were sad and unhappy with what they saw.

I’m sure they’re happy with me now. I look at Aaron’s chest and then at his face.

He stares back and I can see he’s a little concerned, trying to figure out what I’m thinking.

“I love you so much,” I whisper. It’s not the first time I’ve told him but it’s not something we just throw around in fact, I don’t think he’s said it yet.

I don’t mind. I kind of like feeling like I need to earn that.

Wow. Am I some sort of headcase or what?

I lean down and let my hands rest on his shoulders.

This angle makes his cock inside of me feel even better.

I love it. You know what else I love? I love the feel of his hands on my ass, holding me tightly there as he thrusts up into me.

It’s kind of strange for me how I never really think about how sex feels before him. I’m serious.

I’m not saying I never enjoy it before. I mean, I enjoyed it sometimes and sometimes I didn’t.

The reality, though, was that it never seemed to matter much to me whether I enjoyed it or not.

What mattered was just... Well, just doing it.

What a sad thing, right? It’s true, though.

I guess I just felt so desperate for some sort of a connection, and the quality of the connection didn’t matter.

But damn! The connection now is amazing!

I’m not kidding about how it used to not matter to me.

I guess that’s kind of weird. Sex was just something I did.

Maybe I’m right about the whole pop psychology crap and I wanted connection.

Maybe I only valued myself for my body. Maybe I was still trying to get back at my parents for dying by being a horrible slut.

Pleasure didn’t matter whatever the reason.

But now… Wow!

I feel so stretched. I know that’s kind of a cliché in this day and age, right?

I mean, I guess it’s a cliché. Nonetheless, I feel like he’s big enough inside of me that it really ought to hurt!

Oh, it doesn’t hurt. It just feels so present, so big, and so…

Hell, I can’t explain it. It shouldn’t fit but it does.

It should hurt but it doesn’t. I don’t know why it instead feels really good but it does.

I move my body and it’s different than before.

I mean before Aaron. I guess the best way to explain it is that it actually takes work.

It requires thought and effort to move my body, and that’s truly a remarkable thing.

It makes me focus on what’s happening, notice it all.

What’s that big buzzword people use now?

Oh yeah. Mindful . It makes me mindful. It forces me to live in the actual moment.

When there’s something in your pussy that’s big enough to seem dangerous, it’s pretty damned impossible not to think mindfully about everything involved!

It’s like I’m hyperaware of the way his shoulders feel as I press my hands against them for support.

I’m hyperaware of every one of our breaths and every one of our moans.

Every sigh or gasp is somehow transmitted in high definition.

I guess this might sound like a bunch of gobbledygook but it really is like everything I experience right now I experience distinctly and sharply.

And I definitely experience his cock distinctly and sharply.

As I roll my hips and lift myself up and down, it really does feel like every single millimeter of his flesh stimulates me.

I can’t get my head around that because this isn’t our first time having sex.

This isn’t the first time I’m on top. Why is this time right now so vivid and detailed?

Hell, I don’t know.

I’m certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, though!

That makes me pause. That was a statement my father used to make.

It means you don’t inspect gifts. You’re grateful for good things and you don’t analyze them and criticize them or that sort of thing.

I guess it’s because if you’re going to buy a horse, you inspect its teeth.

But I’m thinking about my dad.

And that makes me think of my mom.

And now it all feels weird.

Thankfully, me slowing suddenly evidently gives Aaron a reason to take over, and he sure as hell does.

I think it’s fair to say he takes over completely.