by Nadia Aidan
“Chad,” she gasped when he pulled away yet again, his eyes dancing with teasing laughter.
He moved up the length of her body, his lips curling into a half-smile as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans with one hand. “I love watching your eyes flash every time I tease you.”
She moved to say something, but her words died on her lips when he surged forward, filling her with the thick, hard length of him on a single thrust.
Her eyes closed and her head fell back as he moved within her, the pulsing heat of his engorged cock stretching her as he drove into her body with deep, stabbing strokes.
She held onto his shoulders, and clasped her legs around his thrusting hips. He panted as he stroked inside her, the whispery sigh of his choppy breaths fanning across the slick skin of her neck.
She arched into him as she threw her hips at him, and the deep rumble of his groan shook them both as she sent his hard length ploughing deeper. Their bodies grew slick with sweat, the heat from the fireplace and their lovemaking swamping them. But neither of them seemed to care as they both strained towards climax, their bodies twisting and writhing together, searching for utter fulfilment.
Chad moved inside her faster, his strokes pummeling deeper until she felt so full of him, she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began. His pumping thrusts sent his cock brushing against her g-spot and the friction of their bodies teased her swollen clit with each stroke.
She was powerless against the onslaught of pleasure that claimed her and she screamed out her release, her body shaking beneath him as she clung to Chad through the throes of her violent orgasm.
She squeezed him between her thighs, just as the channel of her cunt squeezed his thrusting cock. He exploded inside her abruptly, as if even he hadn’t been expecting the orgasm that ripped through him.
He gave a strangled moan, and she wrapped her arms tighter around him while he shuddered above her, his seed blasting against the walls of her pussy as he came. She held him to her, even after he collapsed atop her. And she didn’t let him go until their hurried breathing quieted.
He rolled off of her then, pulling her atop him, with her naked body splayed across his half-clothed frame.
She lay there for a long while, listening to the even rhythm of his heart beating, her skin still tingling as he gently rubbed her back.
“You cold?” He asked when she shivered.
She nodded, a small smile curling her lips when he pulled a blanket from the couch to drape it over them.
She nestled deeper into Chad’s embrace, a sigh unknowingly tumbling from her lips as she closed her eyes. For the life of her, she wished things between them could always be so simple, so perfect, so blissfully peaceful.
That voice inside her that she always fought to ignore when it came to Chad argued that things could always be this way, but the deeper, darker voice inside her, the one that refused to believe in happy endings, questioned for how long. How long would things be perfect, until they weren’t? She wanted to put her trust in him, have faith in her love for him, but her past just wouldn’t let her take that step with Chad. Some wounds just ran too deep, some scars just never healed. Besides, Chad deserved a woman far better than her, one who had the courage to love him the way he deserved to be loved.
Sadly, she listened to the steady thud of Chad’s heart beating, wishing that woman could be her, but all the while knowing, she and Chad would only have this one week, and when it was over, she would finally have to let him go—for good.
* * * *
Maia stirred awake with a yawn, her eyes squinting against the rays of sunlight that peaked through the window. She glanced at the space beside her, her hand delicately tracing the faint indention on the pillow where Chad’s head had rested throughout the night.
She glanced over at the clock beside the bed. It was still early, but then Chad had always been an early riser, even on the weekend. Stretching her arms above her head, she yawned again, working the kinks out of her muscles with a small smile. She and Chad had spent the entire night making love, and her body was a bit sore, but pleasantly so.
“You’re awake.”
Chad stood in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the doorframe. Wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, he held a breakfast table in his hands as he flashed her a dimpled smile that always made the butterflies in her belly flutter.
“Good morning.” She smiled when he crossed the room to place the tray across her lap. “What’s all this?”
Chad shrugged, sitting down beside her on the bed. “Just some fruit and waffles. I thought you might be hungry.” His eyes darkened, his lips crooking into a wolfish grin. “Besides, we need to keep your strength up.”
“My strength?” Her eyebrows quirked. “What about yours?” She asked with a small grin, popping a piece of melon into her mouth.
“I already ate.” He leant into her and her breath caught in her chest when he slid a finger across the corner of her mouth where a tiny droplet of juice from the fruit had fallen. Her belly clenched as she watched him suck the juice from his finger and when he dipped his head to swipe his tongue across her mouth she shuddered, pleasure worming its way through her entire body.
“I thought I was supposed to be eating to keep my strength up,” she said, her voice suddenly raspy.
“You are,” he whispered. “Don’t worry, I plan to make sure you are well fed.” And that’s exactly what he did as he fed her another piece of melon, then another, but each time he offered her pieces of fruit with his fingers, his hand dallied longer, and her tongue, her lips became bolder as she sucked on his fingers.
She was a writhing mass of pleasure by the time they ran out of fruit and he moved to feeding her bites of waffles. The rich flavours of maple syrup and butter burst on her tongue as she chewed, her eyes never leaving Chad as he fed her bite after bite.
They made it through breakfast, even as the sexual tension arced between them, but Chad was in no hurry to remove the breakfast tray as he slid his finger through the pool of syrup on her plate, letting several droplets fall to the bare skin of her chest.
She gasped in surprise when the sticky syrup dribbled onto her skin, but then another sharp sigh escaped her when Chad dipped his head to run his tongue across her flesh, licking up the syrup.
The tension that had radiated between them throughout breakfast, blossomed into all out desire as he licked and teased her skin. In one fluid motion he set the tray aside so that he could easily cover her body with his, as he claimed her lips in a sweet kiss.
She cupped the back of his head, groaning into his mouth, her thighs falling apart to cradle him against her. The evidence of his arousal brushed against her needy sex, and she whimpered as she fought to move the bed sheet out the way, that now separated their bodies.
Chad chuckled against her lips. Seemingly reading her mind, his hand slowly tugging the sheet down the length of her body until it was bunched at the foot of the bed. Frissons of fire raced down her spine as he kissed his way down her body, following the same pathway of the bed sheet until he was between her legs, the warmth of his breath caressing the moist flesh of her pussy.
She called his name, her fingers tunnelling through his hair at the first swipe of his tongue. The blood in her veins ran hot, her entire body shivering with molten heat as he pushed his tongue inside her.
“Oh God,” she gasped, her legs spreading wider and she shook with the pleasure he now bestowed upon her as he devoured her cunt with his mouth. He groaned against her pussy, and she shuddered violently at the tremor that raced through her, her juices pouring from her dripping sheath.
“Come for me, Maia,” he breathed, “Come against my face.”
His erotic words set off a maelstrom inside her, and as if he had command of her very soul she exploded, drenching his face with her cum until she trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She panted wildly, and her body still pulsed from her sharp climax when she felt him kick off his b
oxers to press the tip of his hard flesh against the opening of her cunt.
She sucked in a breath just as he pushed inside her filling her up with the steel hard length of his thick shaft. He groaned out his pleasure, his lips making their way once again to her mouth. And as he drove into her on deep, stabbing thrusts, his tongue probed deep inside her mouth, claiming her fully.
She wrapped her legs around him, her body enveloping his as he fucked her fast and hard. The bed protested against their wild lovemaking, as the headboard crashed against the wall.
The sweet, hot musk of sex permeated the room, staining the sheets, even as sweat poured from their bodies.
Chad rode her hard, his cock pounding deep inside her and she rocked her hips, taking his thrusting length within her clenching sex until she felt him shudder against her. He slammed into her one final time, and a roar rumbled through him, as he tore his lips from hers and shouted out his pleasure, his cock erupting with his seed deep into her body.
She held him to her, as he spurted his semen into her waiting flesh, his entire body trembling with the force of his climax. When he was spent he relaxed against her, before rolling to her side, to pull her atop him.
She rested her head against his chest, a soft sigh escaping her as he ran his hand through her hair. She listened to the wild thumping of his heart beating, until eventually it steadied and she drifted off to sleep nestled in his arms.
* * * *
They made love off and on throughout the day, as they happily languished in bed, only leaving the sanctuary of his bedroom to grab a quick meal.
Chad awoke just at dusk with Maia’s head in his lap. His body instantly hardened, but he resisted the urge to make love to her again, even as he ached for her. Instead he watched her while she slept, his hand absently stroking through the curly locks of hair.
She awoke about a half hour later, her brown eyes meeting his as she looked up at him with a sleepy smile.
“How long was I out?”
“Not long.”
She yawned as she closed her eyes, her head nestled peacefully in his lap. He rested his head against the headboard with a small sigh, his fingers still combing through her unbound hair.
He missed being with her like this—alone in his cabin with the outside world and all its problems so far away from them.
“What do you think is wrong with us?”
Maia turned over to face him, her eyes meeting his. “Wrong? What do you mean what’s wrong with us?”
He closed his eyes again, his head still resting on the headboard. “Why is it that we always seem to find ourselves back at the same place?”
“What? This cabin?”
His eyes snapped open, and when he glimpsed her smirking face he knew she was joking. “You know what I mean?”
Her gaze wandered off and he wondered if she would answer him when she finally said, “I don’t know. I guess we’re just familiar to each other.”
“Familiar. Hmm.” He guessed that was part of it, but then there was also that they were so much alike—hating to commit because it made them feel boxed in, stifling even.
“What do you think it is?”
Chad glanced down at her. “That seems to always bring us back together?” He shrugged. “I don’t know.” He grinned. “Maybe we’re just gluttons for punishment.”
He let out a oof when she smacked him in the gut, and even though she frowned, her eyes flashed with a twinkle of laughter.
Yes, it was times like this when they could be together and everything just seemed so easy, so clear, and he would wonder why was it they couldn’t manage to be together all the time. But then he’d remember. While he no longer saw commitment as something that would only choke him, Maia had yet to reach that point, and he knew she never would. It was a shame, really, because on many levels they were perfect for each other.
“Do you think we will do this after the baby’s born?”
His eyebrow arched. “Do what?”
“You know—find our way back to each other as we always seem to do.”
He looked at her for a moment, then rolled them over so that his body covered hers. The look in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. He’d hoped at some point throughout this week Maia would come to realise just how good they were together, on so many levels and in so many ways. And if the searching look in her eyes was any evidence, maybe there was still hope for them after all.
“Do you want us to find our way back to each other?” He asked quietly, his fingers lightly tracing her hairline.
She looked away, but he already knew what she was doing. He was starting to get close, starting to push for her to reveal an innermost thought that would make her vulnerable to him, and Maia refused to be vulnerable to anyone.
He sighed as he leant down to kiss her neck. “Who hurt you, sweetheart? Who hurt you so bad that you refuse to let anyone love you?”
Chad’s words were so unexpected, and yet so dead on that Maia was forced to fight back a startled sob, even as Chad began to kiss his way down the length of her body. She wished she could let Chad love her—wished she could openly love him back. But no matter how much she wished things could be different, she wouldn’t—couldn’t tell him the truth. Not even Lena knew the entire story. That’s because it was too painful, too humiliating for her to even recount the memories of her past.
He stopped at her belly button to rest his chin against her stomach, his eyes boring into her. She ran her hand through his hair as she silently watched him.
“I won’t find my way back to you this time, Maia,” he said quietly and she had to swallow down the lump in her throat before she could speak.
“I know.” Was all she said as she tugged on his head gently, dragging him back up her body so that she could kiss him deeply, soundly, with all the love she felt for him in her heart, that would remain locked there forever.
He rolled them over so that she was draped across him and she tangled her hand in his hair, cupping the back of his head as she deepened their kiss. Her tongue stroked his as she savoured the subtle, sensual press of his mouth to hers.
His palms cupped her backside, and she rocked gently against him, desire igniting low in her belly as her sex dampened with wet heat. She moaned as she tore her lips from his, tracing a slow, sensual pathway down the length of his body.
She kissed the hard planes of his torso, the chiseled ridges of his abdomen, her tongue swirling in his navel until she reached his groin, where his cock jutted out from its nest of dark curls. Curling her hand around his thick length, she lifted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes never leaving him as she flicked out her tongue to slide it across the broad head of his dick.
He groaned low in his throat, his eyes falling shut as he arched into her, his hand curling around her head. She savoured the rich sound of his arousal, the throaty catch of his breath when she finally took him inside the moist heat of her mouth. She enveloped him deep within the cavern of her mouth as she sucked on his hard length until the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat.
“Maia,” he groaned, the sound tortured and needy as his fingers dug deeper into her scalp. She worked her mouth up and down his shaft, pumping him with one hand, while the other cupped the heavy sac between his legs, massaging gently.
The trembling of his body beneath her, as he writhed and panted against the bed signaled his impending release and she jacked him harder, faster, her mouth taking him deeper until he stiffened beneath her. With a harsh roar, he poured his seed into her mouth and she swallowed every drop until he was completely soft, his body now relaxed against the bed.
Finally, she let him slip from her lips as she kissed a trail back up his body until she reached his mouth where she teased his lips with a slow, sultry kiss. When they finally parted, she rested her head against his chest with a small sigh, her fingers absently stroking the skin along his arm.
His heartbeat was once again even, his breathing steady, and she thought he’d fallen asleep unti
l he said quietly, “Things don’t have to end this way.”
She knew exactly what he meant, and it was as if their lovemaking hadn’t interrupted the conversation they’d been having before.
She closed her eyes. “Believe me when I say I feel the same way, that I wish things didn’t have to end this way either.”
“But?”
She sighed at his question. Times like this she wished he didn’t know her quite so well, that he could so easily guess she’d left so much unspoken.
“But we want two different things. In the end I think this is for the best.” She was surprised she’d managed to get the lie out without choking on it. She didn’t think this was for the best at all, but it was true that they wanted different things, and she saw no room for them to get what they both wanted without ultimately hurting one another.
“For the best?”
The derision in his voice made her lift her head.
“If you would just open up to me, Maia. Tell me what happened to you—” He stopped when she started to shake her head, or maybe it was the fear written across her face.
He let out a long breath, full of weariness and defeat. “And just like that we’re back at square one. I can’t do this anymore, Maia.” He closed his eyes then, even as his hand lovingly stroked her back. “If you can’t even trust me with your secrets, then I know you’ll never trust me with your heart.”
His whispered words affected her more than he’d ever know, and every emotion she felt for him that she kept bottled up inside now choked her, to the point she couldn’t even speak.
She laid her head against his chest again, and just like that their conversation was over. What was there left to say anyway? Their positions hadn’t changed. Despite that they were planning to have a child together, it was clear, they would never come to a resolution on their relationship as a couple. Or better yet, they had come to a resolution and that was they just weren’t meant to be a couple.
