Chapter 3 Three

AURORA'S POV

"What else do you want me to do to you?" He asked me as his finger touched my panties gently, causing me to feel his touch on my clit through my panties.

"I want you to make me feel like a woman," I said. "Make my body come alive, Maverick," I added deeply.

I wanted him so badly and it felt as though I couldn't wait any longer.

It wasn't the normal feeling I usually had with Maverick. We had never done anything as intimate as sex before; just a few kisses and hand-holding, but even those didn't elicit half the kind of pleasure this touch was eliciting.

I knew it was still Maverick.

It had to be him.

And I was feeling this sexual tension towards him because we would be getting married soon, so like I had expected, the attraction and butterflies would come. I loved Maverick Casimir with every fiber in me. If I didn't, I wouldn't be getting married to him. I had also envisioned a picture-perfect future with Maverick. We would get married and live happily ever after while building a beautiful family.

I could barely wait, and so with that, I gave myself into his seductive and arousing touch.

"I intend to do just that," he said.

I made myself believe that it was Maverick's voice I was hearing, and no one else, as his warm breath caressed the sides of my ears.

There was something very sensual about him that I couldn't quite fathom, or maybe it had to do with the fact that his singular touch made my whole body shiver and my head became too foggy to even think of anything.

Then his finger moved my panties to the side and he touched my clit, rubbing and caressing gently.

"Oh, fuck!" I screamed out in delight.

Is this what I have been missing all this time?

The electrifying arousal that shot through my entire body was unbelievable. Never did I think that a man's hand in my vagina could ever make me this weak in the knees. I wanted all of him deep inside me. If his finger could make me feel this way, then I could only imagine how his cock would feel when it was inside me.

He continued to touch and play with my clitoris and I moaned in delight.

"You like it, huh?" He asked, his voice husky and seductive.

"I love it, Maverick...please don't stop," I cried out as he intensified his touch.

I thought I was going to convulse from the insane pleasure that came with that touch. Then he dipped his hand a little deeper into my vagina, and my wetness oiled his finger.

"You are so wet," he told me.

Then he brought up his hand and said, "Open your eyes and look at your wetness."

It was an order that I couldn't disobey, so I opened my eyes and looked at his finger.

"This is how wet I want you to always be for me," he continued.

I couldn't say a word, because I was too stoned with pleasure to find any words. I even wondered how he managed to make a few sentences when all I could think about was the pleasure he was building inside of me.

"You are so tight," he said.

I almost reminded him that it was because I was a virgin, which he should know because this was something that I never hid from Maverick, but then again, my tongue was too heavy to say anything.

"Just fuck me already," I managed to say.

Again, he took his finger back to my clitoris and pleasured me some more until I felt I could no longer take it. As I opened my mouth and moaned, his lips captured mine, kissing me deeply, and I responded without delay. This was the most captivating and sensual kiss that I had ever had, and he tasted...different.

He was a bit different, but I shook off that thought.

Everything between Maverick and I right now was different, and it had to be because the atmosphere was charged up with sex.

He used his other hand to touch every single part of my body. It was as though he was taking his time to get to know my body, and I enjoyed it, because every single touch sent tingles through my body.

When he was almost done and I feared he would leave me, he slid into my wetness, and my first cry was a moan of bittersweet pleasure.

I opened my eyes abruptly and scanned the entire room, but nothing felt familiar. I could feel a throbbing in my head, so I decided to lie still for a bit. Have I been dreaming? No, it has to be a dream.

Where was I?

The room was unfamiliar from what my eyes could catch, and it made me wonder what was going on and where I was. I tried to recall all that happened the night before, but nothing seemed to come to my mind.

My head was banging.

Filled with no thoughts but a dull ache, making me worried and confused.

My hand reached for my body, and much to my surprise, I didn't have any clothes on.

I was stark naked.

What the heck was going on?

Then I felt it almost immediately; a soreness in between my thighs.

I almost gasped in shock.

First it was an unfamiliar room, and then a banging head, then to nakedness, and now soreness? Something was definitely wrong somewhere. I again to remember how I found myself here and in this situation, but my mind went completely blank on me.

I couldn't stay still any longer. I needed to understand what was going on, so the moment the throbbing in my head reduced, I turned around and saw the biggest shock of my life.

A naked man lying in the same bed with me. Hold on, all that happened the night before wasn't a dream?

A stranger.

Then I yelled at the top of my lungs.