Let Me Love You
Pairings: Juliette x Warner
Warnings: *SMUT* What if Chapter 58 of Ignite Me didn’t end where it did....Juliette continues to show Aaron Warner just how much he’s loved...with her mouth.
A/N: Okay, so this is my first attempt at writing any kind of smut and/or fanfic so please go easy on me and let me know what you think!
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“He stifles a moan, turns his face into the pillows. His whole body is trembling, his hand clutching at the sheets. I run my hands down his legs, gripping them just above his knees and inching them apart to make room for the kisses I trail up the insides of his thighs. My nose skims his skin. He looks like he’s in pain. So much pain. I find the elastic waist of his underwear. Tug it down. Slowly. Slowly. The tattoo is sitting just below his hip bone. hell is empty and all the devils are here. I kiss my way across the words. Kissing away the devils. Kissing away the pain.” (End of Chapter 58, Ignite Me)
Aaron’s eyes are still squeezed shut, his face partly hidden by the pillow. I wonder what emotion he can feel from me this moment, and wish I could feel his. My hands still rest on his thighs, and I leave one last, lingering whisper of a kiss on his tattoo before leaning back. He lets out a sigh, relief mingled with frustration. But I’m not done. I want him to know and never doubt my love for him. I bring my hands back up to the elastic band of his underwear and his eyes fly open. I hear the catch in his breath, and his green eyes meet mine when his body arcs up, “Juliette-,” he starts saying, before I cut him off once again. I push his chest back down on the mattress. “I told you, lie down, please,” I whisper to him. His eyes are pools of emotion I think I might be drowning in, but he falls back against the bed, his breath leaving him in a rush that’s strangled enough to be a gasp. I finish tugging down his underwear, leaving him bare in front of me. I know that even though we’ve seen each other before, there’s a new vulnerability here tonight. But I need to show him, in ways that words can’t, the way I cherish him and love him - tortured past and soul aside. For the boy who’s only ever received one gift in his life, and who’s received so little love - I’ll give him mine without conditions or reservations. I kiss my way back up his thighs, taking my time once more. I bite down gently, hearing his strangled gasp, before licking the tender spot softly and pressing another gentle kiss there. When I look back up, Aaron’s head is thrown back against the pillows, his chest heaving up and down, hands grasping the sheets in desperation. I finally move my mouth over him, tasting the salty sweetness of him for the first time. He lets out a choked groan, one hand flying to tangle into my hair. This is new to me, but I know he couldn’t care less. I know no one has ever shown him such unfettered affection before. I wrap my hand around him, and lick a long stripe of the side of him, wringing our another strangled groan from Aaron. I move my mouth up and down him with my hand, while my other traces smooth slides up and down his thigh, occasionally sliding back to gently stroke his balls. Before long, Aaron is an undone before me as I have ever seen. His groans are intermingled with whimpers, and he’s struggling between watching my mouth on him with a certain kind of desperation and adoration and letting bliss overtake him, body and mind. Both hands now tangled in my hair, he reaches a breaking point, gasping out, “Juliette,” and making an attempt to break free even though his body still strains for me. But I keep my mouth and grip on him, and look him deep in the eyes, letting him know it’s okay. Aaron can’t tear his gaze away, and though my body’s been burning this entire time, I feel as though flames are now torching through my limbs as he keeps his eyes on mine, a low groan escaping his lips as his entire body shudders and jerks in my mouth, warm salty liquid filling my mouth until I finally swallow and he falls back in the bed utterly spent. Aaron lies there, whispering my name like it’s a prayer and I crawl back over him, letting my body wrap around his like a blanket. He stares up at me like I’m the moon, shining light into his darkness. “You’ve utterly wreaked me,” he breathes, and I can’t fight the amused grin that breaks out on my face. “I love you,” he says, arms wrapping around my body and pulling me closer until I can’t tell where he begins and I end. “And you love me.” This time, when Aaron says it, it’s not a question, not a disbelieving systement. It’s with a steady, hopeful and tender belief. “And I love you,” I say, presses one last kiss to his forehead as his eyes shutter and I feel his body relax into exhausted slumber. I smile, and let my own eyes close, feeling my body slip into sweet peace.
