Distraction
How could she not be?
Lying in bed that night he pondered that question, only to have his body rise up to tell him exactly what kind she was. Good thing he only had a pair of soft cotton boxers on or else his erection would be very painful. He tried to adjust himself to ease the discomfort but it didn't seem to help him much.
He was right sometimes he would stare out his office window at her and sometimes it took a phone call or someone walking into his office for him to refocus on what he had been doing. He shouldn't be thinking about this right now Foyet was hunting his family but then he thought back to the things Karl Arnold said about Emily and he got distraction all over again.
He readjusted himself again, his thoughts when to her big wide dark expression filled eyes. How sometimes he could just see into them and see everything she was thinking or feeling. Her skin always looked silky smooth, her breasts seemed like quite a handful, and he loved to hear her laugh or be sarcastic about some part of the job. It always produced a smirk or a smile from him.
At that thought he pulled himself out of his daydream to realize he had started to slowly stroke himself. This made him even harder knowing that finally he may be getting over Harley. After another stroke or two his mind took this daydream farer. He was imagining being in his apartment late one night with Emily wearing a low cut blouse that molded to her body. So that he could see exactly how enticing her breasts were.
He wanted to just grab her and fondle her breasts but even in his fantasy he wanted to that her right. Not that at a later date he would do that too. Maybe in his office on the desk. Aaron smirked to himself at the thought. With another few pulls he was moaning and had to close his eyes for a brief moment. He didn't want to come to fast, since this was his first time imaging her this intensely. He wanted to draw it out.
He could see himself pulling the blouse off of her. Seeing her chest just in a black bra and now stroking his penis a little harder now. He loved the contrast of the dark bra and her creamy skin. Holding her left breast in his hand squeezing a bit then moving to flick her nipple with his thumb which sends her arching up towards him, her body seeking contract with his. As she did then he would bring his other arm around her to bring her beautiful skin closer to his mouth so that he could kiss her from her breasts all the way down to the top of her panties.
One there he would put his hands on either side of her hips to bring them down and off. He would throw them off the bed somewhere. "Oh god, Emily" He moaned in a strained voice releasing vocally a bit of arousal pressure. Her mound would be neatly trimmed but seemly wild. Running his hands up her thighs, occasionally planting a light kiss to her inner thighs where his hands had just been. Until he had his face directly in front of her sex.
How many licks does it take to get to the tasty center of the woman he was becoming crazy for?
He could feel the bed moving above him and he knew he was driving her crazy. Now he had to see her enjoy the pleasure he was giving. He replaced his tongue with a few of his fingers. The sight he saw was incredible. She had her hands gripping on his sheets and seemed to try to remember to keep breathing. She kept begging for more.
So of course he could do anything else but to listen to her demands. When she finally came she moaned out Aaron's name and he was done for. He had to come right this second. He couldn't hold back the huge pressure that had been building any longer.
That is when he actually heard her voice.
"Hotch?!"
He had the most intense orgasm he swears he has ever had.
"Emily"
"Aaron, are you ok?"
He looked around his room wondering where her voice could be coming from.
"Hotch if you don't answer into this phone that your ok then I'm going to drive to your house and kick down your down until I know your ok."
He quickly looked and felt around on the bed and night stands until he had his phone in his hand.
"Emily, I'm ok."
"Good to hear."
"So why were you calling me, is something wrong."
"No. You called me, then I heard noises that sound like ……. you were in pain."
"I'm ok Emily. Sorry my butt must have called you."
She laughed. He liked hearing that sound.
"So you aren't in pain what were you doing?"
"Oh not much just trying to get rid of a distraction I have been thinking about since the case ended. Nothing to worry about."
"Well if you ever need any help let me know because sometimes I get those too. And giving into to them can release a lot of stress."
He wondered if she knew how close to nailing it she was. When he heard the soft giggle I think it gave it away. He blushed a little bit on feeling caught red handed.
"Thank you, Emily and have a goodnight."
"You too Hotch."