Silken Seduction continuation. "You look lovely," Aaron commented, sliding his fingers down his black tie as he closed the door behind Connie. A whisk of her enchanting perfume seemed to remind him of the ocean breeze on Tahiti, scented with the glorious tropical flowers. "Thank you," Connie replied, smiling as she slid her arm into his and leaned closer. Connie lifted a crystal glass to her lips and sipped the bubbly champagne, cool and refreshing. She ran her fingers down the open V-neckline of her turquoise, silk dress, then she set her crystal glass down. "Aaron, I'm so glad to see you again. I've missed you so much." "I missed you more than anything," he replied, wishing her dress would blow away in the breeze, leaving her bare, tender flesh in his arms. Connie looked up, meeting his tender gaze. "Then why did you leave?" "Business." "Business?" Connie repeated. "Oh, darling, please forgive me ... I'm afraid I was a little hasty." "We're all a little hasty, at times," Aaron replied, regretfully, running his fingers along the edge of the napkin. "Something's on your mind," Connie called, reaching across the table and taking his hand. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Without looking up, Aaron shook his head. "I wish there was something to talk about?" "Us." "Us?" Connie gasped. The waitress arrived with two bowls of soup, setting them on the table and leaving, without saying a word. "Were we serious, before?" "Oh, Aaron, we weren't together long enough to ever find out," Connie sighed, stirring her soup with a spoon. "I wish we could have ... my, this soup is delicious ... and unique. It must be pineapple and mushrooms." "Connie, you're ignoring me." "Aaron, of course I'm not. I've waited so long for you to come back to me ... now, you're here." After the eight-course, decadent meal, Connie set her knife and fork down, pushing her plate away from the edge. She opened her purse, planning to touch up her lipstick, then she felt the warmth of Aaron's hand on her arm. She looked up, his tender gaze reaching inside her. "Would you like to dance?" Before Connie could reply, she was swept into his arms, the tenderness of his touch softening her heart, melting her in his arms. She only embraced him closer, tighter, longing, depending, wishing he would stay with her forever, feeling the warmth of his body reach through the thin silk garment covering hers. They spent the rest of the evening in silent appreciation of one another's company, except for the occasional soft kiss on a tender cheek. Time passed so quickly. The guests thinned out and the orchestra stopped, giving place to a recording over the stereo system. In the darkness of the garden verandah, Connie stood at the railing, with Aaron at her side. "Touch me, Aaron. Let me know that this isn't just a dream, soon to pass away," Connie pleaded. She took a deep breath, feeling his lips touch the nape of her neck. She arched her back, breathing faster, feeling his hands move on her body, slowly taking the weight of her silk-clad breasts in his hands. She pressed her thigh against his sensitive hardness, leaning deeper into his arms. Aaron held her close, his warm breath warming the smooth skin of her neck. Her body wanted him ... pleading, begging, yearning, desiring, longing, aching for his tender touch. In the wee hours of the morning, Aaron drove her home, courteously unlocking the door for her. He set the key in her hand, then Connie slid her arms around his waist and held him close to her, lifting her chin to receive his kiss. Aaron covered her lips with his tenderly, embracing her softly in the moonlight. "Can't you stay? Connie whispered as softly as the breeze, their lips close to each other. "I think so." In the darkness of the living-room, Connie pulled the curtains closed and switched the lamp on, dimly illuminating the room. She dropped her wallet on the lamp stand and turned around, falling into his arms, warm and welcoming. Aaron softly embraced her luscious body against his muscular one, pulling her into a closeness she never remembered, as the warmth of his body radiated through the thin material which clung to hers. They kissed, his tongue penetrating the moist, soft recesses of her mouth, like Connie had never experienced away from his loving arms. "Oh, Aaron," Connie sighed, as his hands caressed her back, soothing her tense muscles. Aaron's hands moved from her waist to the back of her shoulders, softening her tense muscles at his gentle touch. Unable to resist, she shifted her weight in his arms, searching for warmth and comfort. All her cares and worries seemed to flee away, leaving a yearning and desire in their place. "Do you love me?" "Of course I do. I told you that before, and I'll never take it back," Connie replied, as Aaron covered her lips with his, pressing tenderly into her soul. "I never want you to leave me." Aaron set his hands on her hips, pulling her abdomen against his and kissing the nape of her neck, then moving one hand upwards. To his surprise, her luscious body leaned naturally into his, softly falling into the comfort they held each other in. Connie arched her body into his as he slid his hands over her stomach, pressing into her soft flesh with his fingertips, crossing the two buttons which fastened her dress, then moving upwards. Connie gasped as a chill ran through her spine, then Aaron covered her lips with his, feeling her desire to have him. "Please! ... Oh! ... I ... please!" "You're afraid. There's no need to," Aaron reassured her, moving his hands to her back, then calmly pulling her into the warmth of his shoulder and tenderly kissing her cheek. He held her in his arms for a moment, her cheek against his, then he softly kissed the nape of her neck as she arched into him, relaxing in his arms. "You're so soft, so delicate, so beautiful." "You're so gentle, Aaron ... please, I just don't want you to go away." "My dear Constance, you're mind is set on more distant matters," Aaron said, delicately sweeping her into his arms and setting her on the sofa, then he embraced her warmly. "I can't help it." "You're melting in my arms, my love. Just stay there." Aaron's hands moved further up her rib-cage, bringing her flesh alive with his touch. Aaron reached beneath the silk of her dress, his hands against her velvety flesh, covering her creamy, unsupported breasts, taking like nothing else before. She gasped when he moulded her breasts with his warm hands, her body pressing upwards to intensify the sensation of his hands on her soft, delicate skin. He slowly pressed the rosy tips with his thumb and fingers, convulsing them into tight, pink buds, kissing her throat softly, drawing a choked sigh from her body. As he kissed her lips, she answered with more response than she had ever shown. Yes, she wanted him. She reached out and touched him, feeling his body hardening at her touch. "Oh!" Connie gasped in anticipation, as he lowered his lips to the valley between her breasts. "My beautiful love." Continue Story Index Home Page