Bringing up the past

MARGARET POV

"Aaron, please," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion as he held me close. His fingers explored me inside,going deeper, leaving me breathless. The warmth of his touch seeped deep into my soul, making my heart race with anticipation.

I felt him removed his hands and then he untied his towel and threw it to the corner of the room.

Then he replaced his fingers with it.

I felt him go in and I let out a soft moan.

"Should I tell you something, Margaret?" he whispered, his lips against my ear. I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. All that came out was a soft sigh, a sound that seemed to encourage him.

"Tell me, Margaret, should I tell you?" he asked, his voice husky and full of promise. His gaze pierced deep into my soul, as if searching for something hidden.

"Tell me," I managed to say, my voice barely audible. My heart pounded in my chest, eager to hear his words.