After they giggled conspiratorially about how they disturbed the neighbors, Aaron decided that he would like to try that again and Celeste was willing. This time instead of a physical awkwardness, a kind of polite mental awkwardness handicapped their lovemaking. The lustful shared focus that overcame their awkwardness during their previous encounter was gone, and this time they both seemed cautious and solicitous, as if both tried to sense whether they did enough to help the other enjoy themselves. Each touch and caress contained extra uncertain care, as if each of them thought twice, lest somehow, they give the other offense of some kind. When it ended, this experience left a little melancholic aftertaste that they wordlessly shared by skittish eye contact. Still, the result was mutually satisfactory, if not as all-consuming as their first union. Aaron put it down to the newness of the situation and the giant pink elephant of a question that stood between them.
Their sex was what it was, and it was great. But there was now a whole emotional component that Aaron was completely unprepared for, and, for his part, Aaron knew that he experienced some new and forceful emotions whenever he looked at Celeste. If fact they were the kind of emotions that a person thought seriously about before they were given voice. Up until that morning, Aaron thought he was pretty experienced when it came to the emotions that could pass between a man and a woman. However, this was another level and, quite frankly, the depth and scope of these emotions scared him with a sweet fear that made his heart take flight. Yet along with that sweet fear came the evil twin fear that Celeste might not feel those same emotions for him, and that thought threatened to put him in a very dark mood. He's mind whipped between the two extreme poles of hope and despair so much so that he was relieved when Celeste announced she needed to go to her room for a few minutes.
"I'll be right back," Celeste chimed in a bright voice that seemed a little optimistic to Aaron. "Then we'll see about some lunch."
Aaron nodded and smiled at Celeste's back as she disappeared behind her bedroom door. Comfortingly, Celeste was still preoccupied with food and always hungry. That familiar and bracing fact hadn't changed, but to his surprise Aaron's reaction to that fact had changed. As he looked at it through the lens of his new feelings for her, the inexorable flow of his emotional tide of the last twenty-four hours had metamorphosized that fact from annoyance to endearment in Aaron's estimation, and now the thought of sharing food with Celeste was altogether pleasant. In fact, it led Aaron to a pleasant but dizzying spiral of other ideas of sharing other things with Celeste in the future; a bed, a house,... a life.
Aaron shook his head. Surely it was too early for such plans, but that didn't mean they didn't thrill his heart when he allowed himself to think of them. He sat down on the sofa and idly took up his book with absent thought to read a little to distract his mind from these little thoughts, but for some reason the book never opened in his hands and the little thoughts continued to merrily dance around in his head.
About ten minutes later Celeste emerged from her bedroom wrapped in her oversized purple robe. It flowed over her body like a purple avalanche to reach the floor so that only her little purple toenails showed from beneath its swath. She had braided her hair into two long loose blonde pig tails that hung over her ears, and her smile shown like a radiant new dawn; a brilliant and elegant portrait of feminine beauty. Aaron's heart fluttered at the sight, and he felt himself blush a little. Celeste politely didn't notice.
"Come here," Celeste coaxed as she crossed to the kitchen and indicated which seat Aaron should take. "I want cook you something this time."
Still flushed, Aaron gratefully took the offered chair because for some reason his knees felt weak when Celeste smiled at him. As he sat, she softly wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and placed her lips to his ear.
"I'm a hell of a cook," she promised in a breathy voice that tickled sexy promise into Aaron's ear. Then she gave him a squeeze of a hug around the neck and sauntered over to the refrigerator. There she opened the door and bent at the waist to look at the contents. Aaron got a front row view of how magically the baggy robe clung to her hips and defined the scrumptious shape of her butt.
Celeste posed for a few moments while she cooed over her alleged decision of what ingredients she needed from the fridge. With her decision finally accomplished, she stood and sashayed over to deposit them on the counter. Then she shot Aaron a coy glance over her shoulder through hooded eyes.
"I always get so hot when I cook," she intoned in a dirty sweet voice that conveyed both nice and naughty at the same time.
Aaron swallowed, uncertain of what to say and unable to look away from her hypnotic hazel stare.
"Lunch is ready," she winked.
Celeste let the sultry moment drag a bit, and then batted her eyes and shucked off her robe to reveal her naked body underneath.
"Come and get it."
To her credit, Celeste proved to be an excellent cook as she had cooked up a lunch that, despite its lack of food, Aaron would forever remember as one of the most favorite lunches of his life. Hot desire drove the uncertainty from Aaron's mind and without preamble he steered Celeste over to the table and laid her flat on her back. After he took off his pants, Aaron stuffed his shirt under the small of Celeste's back to support and raise her hips and then put her legs up over his shoulders. Her position made his entry smooth and easy, and Celeste's eyes assumed the round look of innocent and surprised lust that Aaron found so terribly sexy. That and the way it seemed that only her bottom lip moved when she moaned "Oooooooooh!" in time with his slow stroke as he buried himself inside her.
What followed was a ten-minute frenzy where Aaron pounded himself against Celeste's body like a trip hammer and Celeste writhed and moaned encouragement to him. Aaron towered above her and from that distance he could enjoy how the shock of his thrusts caused Celeste's breasts to jiggle merrily in response. All the while, Celeste's eyes and cries, lean and hungry with desire, urged him on, and in their mutual primal state it seemed to Aaron that he simply could not fuck her hard enough.
After an initially exploratory minute of changed angles, Celeste's eyes went extra round, and she breathed to him that he had found her G-Spot. Aaron's pace accelerated to drive them both over the edge and the kitchen table scooted in a rhythm of halting squeaks across the linoleum floor until their passion thumped it repeatedly against the refrigerator. Just as their downstairs neighbor registered their objections to the noise with several annoyed raps on the ceiling, Celeste's orgasm loudly contracted her pelvic muscles around Aaron and demanded his release. Aaron obliged with a guttural orgasmic groan of Celeste's name.
While they shared a breathless post coital kiss, the neighbor furiously rapped a second time, and they broke into a shared inane giggle of a hug.
"I hope you liked it," Celeste snickered in Aaron's ear.
