“Do I need to tie you down—or up, whichever you prefer?” I pulled my dress over my head and then took his hands and placed them on my breasts. “I think I would rather you put them to use.”
He kneaded my tender globes, rotating his palms, applying light pressure to my nipples. I put my hands over his and guided his movements. I cherished every touch, every caress, every kiss. I reached below and pulled his cock out of his boxers. I was done waiting. I wanted him embedded in me, the two of us joined as one.
I guided his hard shaft to the entrance of my pussy. My body was wet and aching to be filled. I started to come the minute his lips touched mine, and had not stopped. My stomach had been clutching, my walls pulsing, and my core melting to the point I was dripping down my thighs.
I sat atop him, slowly taking him in, inch by slow inch. My body had been deprived of him for a week, and yet it softened and opened to his enormous girth. I lifted my hips, bracing my hands against the strong muscles of his thighs. I lowered myself, taking him a little deeper. The pressure was intense and all consuming. I dug my nails into his flesh and his primal growl was one of ecstasy, not pain. I continued gliding myself up and down on his cock until I felt his balls slap my ass.
I began to swivel and gyrate my hips, riding him slowly and steadily at first. My speed intensified as my breathing increased and every nerve ending buzzed. I was taking him with a passion that had no definition. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kiss him feverishly, hungrily.
He opened his legs, my body jerked downward, and I felt a searing jolt. My eyes flew open as I clutched his thighs preventing myself from falling further onto his gigantic cock. He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me slightly. He tilted me forward before ramming me back onto his cock.
His mouth stole my screams of ecstasy.
He was taking me beyond anything I understood. I had no idea what was happening to my body. I wanted more.
“I think we found that elusive G-spot, kitten. Are you okay?”
“Okay? That was fucking fantastic. There’s really such a thing as a G-spot—it isn’t myth?” I looked into his eyes and the lust that was there earlier was gone. It was replaced with something deeper, something that scared me.
I had never been in control. He had only let me think I was. He had tricked me into making love to him. I needed to really take control, and the only way that was going to happen was if I took it from him.
“Aaron, I want you to fuck me—really, really fuck me.” I needed him to lose himself to the carnal primal sex that meant nothing more than physical contact. I needed him to forget how passionate, how careful he had been with me.
“Is that what you want, kitten?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not going to just make you come. I’m going to send you to the stratosphere, kitten, so hold tight.”
I envied how he could maneuver me under him without losing our contact. It was smooth and effortless, once again highlighting how powerful he truly was. His power excited me and caused my lust to reach a level of insatiable hunger.
He kissed me passionately before claiming my body with his massive cock. Once he started, I saw the lust returned to his predatory amber eyes. I urged him on, matching him thrust for thrust. He placed his hand under my ass and tilted my hips, penetrating me with one powerful push. He captured the scream escaping my lips with his own, drowning out my cries.
I was shattering beneath him, holding onto him like a life raft. He took me to my deepest fantasy. The most amazing sex with the most beautiful man I had ever known. Whatever it was he found, I did not want him to stop. I wanted to beg him for more, my own orgasm taking me over.
I had never felt so greedy. His needs were no longer on the forefront. I wanted everything he was offering, physically and emotionally. I would give him the weekend he requested. He had already claimed my body. I had let him into my mind, under my skin, and tonight I willingly gave him my soul.
I wasn't going to wait until Sunday. He loved me, of that I no longer had reservations.
Was his love strong enough to stand up to a secret that defined how I lived, how I loved?
Would he still love me when he found out I was not able to give him the one thing every other man I dated wanted from me?
Chapter 23
Aaron
It wasn't about her orgasms or mine, as fucking amazing as they were. It was about the look in her eyes. This I understood because I was feeling the same. She came apart beneath me as I gave her what she begged for. I fucked her until her cries made my blood boil.
Both empty and sated, I watched for her to come down. I yearned to put her back together. She needed to know I was the only one who could. I wanted her to understand she would never feel as safe in anyone else's arms as she did with me in this moment.
I loved how petite she was, how I could maneuver and position her without losing contact. I rolled her naked body on top of me. I reached for my tuxedo jacket for cover to keep her from getting cold.
I looked for the small handle on the footrest. To relieve my boredom in the time I had been waiting outside the bar for her brothers to leave, I had read the special features manual. I pulled on the handle to reveal a compartment that stowed a soft plush blanket. This would be warmer and cover more of her than my jacket.
I caressed her face and the lines of her curves and waited for her body to relax. She was emotionally exhausted, and I wanted to give her all the time she needed. The warmth of her body on mine lulled me into a light slumber.
I awoke to her stirring.
“We should be arriving soon. We should get dressed.” I brushed the hair from her face and kissed her forehead. “You know, it’s still relatively early for New York. Would you like to hit the town? After we take a shower and change, of course.”
“And if I say I don’t have anything to wear?”
I had to tread lightly, this was a gray area for us. “I would say I think you could find something in the bag the girls packed for you.”
“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” She seemed more amused than put off.
“I tried to. Is that okay?”
“Yes, it’s okay.” Katie looked up at me and smiled. Her eyes were a little more focused, but her voice was shaky, and I could feel her body still vibrating against my bare skin.
I wrapped her in the blanket and slid out from under her. I dressed myself first and then, as much as I loved to have her naked, I pulled her dress over her head. I quickly pulled her into my lap and wrapped the blanket around us. I was not ready to let her come completely down, not until I could get her to admit what had happened between us was more than non-committal sex.
Running one hand through her strawberry blonde curls, I guided the other to her most sensitive nub. I barely brushed my thumb across her folds and she let out a moan. She was still wet, and I wanted to keep her that way for a while longer.
I held her close to my chest while caressing her, careful not to over stimulate her already too swollen clit. Her body instinctively lifted, reaching for my touch. I stroked her insides gently with my fingers as she purred. The slow deliberate movement mimicked her earlier actions. I held her in my arms while slowly bringing her to climax. I ran my thumb across her clit knowing it was her last defence, and she let go in my arms.
I reached for her underwear and slid them on her. She curled up in my lap and clutched my shirt in her hands. I could smell my sex on her and my cock twitched. I wanted to fuck her again, but we were almost at our destination. I would not have the time to give her the attention she deserved.
To hell with going out. I was going to lock her up in my apartment and keep her to myself. I was going to caress and pet her. I was going to fuck my little kitten until she passed out from her orgasms—again.
The limo phone rang and I picked it up. I was correct in the assumption that we would arrive soon. I instructed the driver to take us to the underground parking in my building. Katie was still clinging to me
, and I cherished her vulnerability.
When the car stopped, I simply slid out of the back seat with Katie in my arms and carried her to the private elevator that took me to the penthouse. I was pleased she allowed me to do this without reservations or protest.
Of course she had. I had her so mind fucked, she would not be able to stand on her own two feet.
I laid her on my bed and kissed her forehead. “I’m going to go get our bags. I will be right back, kitten.”
As promised, I was gone less than five minutes. She remained on the bed curled up under the blanket from the limo. When I returned, I sat on the bed beside her and stroked her back, her arms, her face until her breathing became deep and relaxed.
“Would you like to take that shower now?” I nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her ear.
“Yes, that would be nice.” She looked up at me and smiled.
I picked her up and carried her to the master bathroom. I sat her on the edge of the tub and pulled her dress over her head and then removed her underwear. She sat while I undressed myself and turned on the shower. I lifted her to her feet, and she followed me into the steaming shower.
I wanted to take advantage of the jets, but that would have to wait for another time. Tonight was about her. I had taken her over the edge, and now I needed her to come to terms with that. She was not going to be able to deal with her feelings for me if I kept her high on sex the entire weekend.
She didn’t question why I had women’s products conveniently located in my shower. I was sure she was intelligent enough to know. I washed her hair again and its erotic charm had not faded from our last shower together.
Once she was thoroughly washed, she took the loofah from my hand and repeated the process on me. I stood naked, relishing every touch of her hands on my skin. She lathered me completely and then guided me under the spraying water until all the suds had gone down the drain.
I turned off the shower and reached for a towel, drying her first then wrapping her in a plush white terry robe before drying myself. I picked her up and carried her to my bed.
I opened my dresser and put on flannel bottoms.
I looked over to see her running her pink tongue across her lip as she let a groan escape. I walked over to the bed, untied her robe, and stood her up on her feet. I reached for my pajama shirt and put it on her naked body. It was gigantic on her petite frame, and I rolled up the sleeves until her hands were visible.
“I want to show you the apartment, make us something to eat, and then we can decide what to do with the rest of the evening. How does that sound?”
“I think it sound very domesticated,” she pouted.
“That’s the point, kitten,” I drawled huskily and kissed her pouting lips.
I gave her a tour as I guided her toward the kitchen. I opened the cupboard and pulled out two soup bowls, then opened the pantry and took out a pot and a can of soup.
“Soup? You’re going to make me soup?”
“Yes. It’s easy, and canned food is the only non-perishable thing I have right now. I haven't lived here for three weeks, so yes, you get canned soup.”
“So, not a gourmet cook then?” She giggled.
“Oh no, I’m quite the gourmet cook, and I plan to prove that to you tomorrow night.” I responded.
“You have a very nice apartment; the view is spectacular. If I lived here, I would never go out at night. I would sit in front of the window and stare at the skyline.”
“Would you like me to turn on the fireplace and we can sit and watch the city lights after we eat?”
She smiled and gave a slight nod of approval. I stared at the perfect figure sitting on my kitchen stool in my too-big pajama shirt, her hair held back in a messy bun with strands falling around her face. She used the word ‘domesticated’ like it was bad thing. By the end of the weekend, she would be begging for the type of domestication I had in store for her.
I sat beside her, enjoying the mundane chatter of how hectic her week was as we finished our soup. I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and took out two wine glasses. I gave her a sideways glance to see her reaction. If she was questioning what my intentions were, she gave no clue.
I pulled out a bottle of Perrier from the refrigerator, filled both glasses, and handed her one. She gladly accepted with one hand, and I took her other and led her to the living room. I placed my glass on the coffee table and walked over to the gas fireplace and turned up the knob. I turned down the lights, and the warm glow from the fire lit the room. I turned on some soothing music and took my place at the other end of the couch from where she sat.
She gave a slight tilt of her head and a questioning gaze in my direction.
“Give me your feet. I want to give you a massage.” She lifted her feet to my lap and placed a throw pillow behind her back for comfort. “Is this too domesticated for you?” I teased, listening to her quiet moans of pleasure. I watched her eyes close and her face flush. I enjoyed giving her this small pleasure.
“How are liking your birthday present so far, kitten?”
“Let me show you how much.” She prowled across the couch and ran her hands up my tightly toned chest, wrapped them around my neck, and devoured my mouth feverishly. She sucked on my bottom lip and traced the lines of my mouth with her lips before plunging her tongue inside.
A primal growl emanated from my throat as my hands grabbed her ass and ground her hips against my groin. My arousal was protruding, tenting my pajama bottoms.
She worked her way down my neck until she reached my nipples. She circled them with her tongue, working on one and then the other. She puckered her lips and blew warm breath on my wet nipples, never losing eye contact with me. She tweaked and pinched them between her fingers, causing them to harden and peak.
My desire was testing my resolve. I wanted Katie to enjoy playing with me, but I was ready to explode.
In one swift move, I lifted myself from the couch, carrying Katie and placing her on the rug in front of the fireplace. I pulled the pajama shirt over her head, reached for a throw pillow, and laid her back.
I hovered above her beautiful, naked, womanly body—perfect curves and mounds, skin softer and sweeter than anything I had ever touched… ever tasted. I would never want or need any other woman the way my body craved hers.
I looked into her piercing emerald green eyes and saw the same lust, the same desire that had always been there. I reached between her thighs, her hot tight pussy soaked and craving my touch. She said our physical attraction was never an issue. The way our bodies responded to one another was proof of that.
I lowered myself between her thighs and teased her opening with the head of my cock, giving her body time to adjust to the penetration about to come. She lifted her hips, an instinctive reflex I had become accustomed to. If I let her, she would take complete control and send us both over before I intended.
I had penetrated her body and her mind, and now I had every intention of penetrating her soul—the one part of her she held back from me. She did not have to say she loved me. My goal was only to make her feel it, even if she couldn't admit it—yet.
I loved her with a passion that held no boundaries. I made love to her like I had all the time in the world. I watched as her body flushed and her eyes fluttered with every orgasm. She purred my name and screamed to God himself with every release.
“Aaron, please,” came a quiet whisper.
“Please what, kitten?” I kissed her before she could protest. I released her mouth and came up for air.
“Aaron, please!” she screamed. “I don’t think I can,” she hesitated. “I don't think I can survive another orgasm”
Her knuckles were white from gripping the rug we lay on. I laced my fingers through hers. “It’s okay, kitten, I’ll go with you. We can come together. I promise.”
I brought her arms up and wrapped them around my neck. I placed one hand on the small of her back and then braced myself with the other. I kept up my slow rhythmic pace for a
few minutes longer, feeling every spasm, every pull, as she stretched, sheathing me.
She held on tight, her breath small purrs in my ear. With each breath, my thrusts increased in intensity and vigor. I slid my hand lower, angling her to take her deeper, harder, hammering relentlessly until I found my own release.
In the second before my complete surrender, I heard a muffled whisper.
“Aaron, I love you.”
I didn't imagine it—I couldn't have. Even with the blood rushing through my veins and my heart pounding through my chest, I could have sworn I heard it.
Did I have the nerve to ask her to say it again?
Chapter 24
Katie
I didn't let Aaron make love to me. I wanted him to make love to me. My body buzzed and hummed as he stroked my insides with every thrust, every penetration. All my concentration was centered on him. I loved him. I knew it the moment I took that seat on his bike.
I was never supposed to see him again. I could have licked my wounds and moved on. How was I supposed to move on now? Maybe I didn't have to. If he loved me like I truly believed, he would understand. I wasn't going to wait until Sunday. I would confess everything in the morning.
What was the worst that could happen—he would tell me there couldn’t be a happily ever after?
I was used to that, just not with someone I’d let myself fall in love with. Once he understood my reasons, would he still want to spend the weekend with me?
We could still take a walk through Central Park, window shop down Fifth Avenue, and have the most amazing non-committal, mind-blowing sex of our lives. He said he could forgive me for breaking his heart. The real question in my mind was whether I could forgive myself.
When I was certain he would render me catatonic if he gave me one more orgasm, he took my hand and promised to go with me and tether me back. I told him I loved him. He deserved to hear it. I meant it and was not going to run from it anymore.
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