Breaking his own rule.
I wonder if, in the cold light of day, he will feel worse after this or better.
"I can feel you trembling, Nicole." I shake my head. "Yes," he breathes with utter determination in his low voice. I decide not to deny it again, remaining still because I know that if I voice the truth, that it is him who is shaking, then the intricately woven spell that stretches thinly between us will be broken.
His fingers move to caress the skin of my side, from the inside of my outstretched arms and over my ribs, to the curve of my hip, in the most teasing of ways — soft strokes before harsh words.
"You like asking questions, don't you, Nicole? You like digging around to see what you can push to the surface. And now that you've got me riled up, what are you going to do with me?" His weight is almost entirely resting on me, heavy and powerful, making me feel tiny and utterly at his mercy.
"Nothing," I whisper.
"Nothing?" His mouth is right against my ear, and he takes the soft fleshy lobe between his teeth and bites down.
I gasp and nod, and he laughs darkly in response. "Not 'nothing’, Nicole. You're going to give me what I want, aren't you?" As he speaks his hand slips under my throat and grips as his cock kicks with arousal against my leg. "Such a bad little girl you are," he purrs, squeezing just slightly and canting his hips. "Making me break my rule. Is that what you wanted? I'd have fucked you anyway if you'd asked nicely…maybe."
I shake my head again and feel his mouth press wetly against my neck, sucking hard enough for me to moan, and I can barely breathe, but I don't care. I want him so much that I'll be as submissive as he wants, even though I crave the connection that comes from looking into his eyes and the soft touch of his lips on mine. I want to hold him close while he fucks into me. I want to watch our bodies join for the last time so I can fold those memories away into a safe place to bring out at a point in the future when I'm less damaged.
His hips shift to the side, legs nudging mine apart, and I feel the weight of his cock slip over my thigh until the hot head of it nudges where I'm wet and ready. One thrust, and he'll be inside me. One thrust and I'll probably come, I'm that strung out on the slow deliberateness of his movements and the way he's mastered my body.
"Stay still, and I'll push inside you." I do as he says, holding my breath, squeezing my already closed eyelids.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Aaron's hand slips under my hips, tugging upward, and then he pushes just a little. It's only enough for the tip of his big, hot cock to enter me before he pulls out again, but the stretching at the entrance of my pussy feels amazing. I'm so wet that there's no resistance as he continues to push in and pull out, slipping in my arousal, but never deeper than that first penetration. The temptation to push back against him is great, but I hold still, knowing he's waiting for me to break. His finger slips over my clit, through my labia and up again, all maddeningly slow.
Stroke, thrust, slip, thrust, circle, thrust, all punctuated by his slow breathing against the back of my neck.
"Good girl," he says, pushing in a little bit further. "You're learning, aren't you, Nicole? Learning how to get what you want from me. Fuck, your pussy's so hot and tight."
The next thrust is deep, and my teeth clank in my mouth, but instead of it being the start of things, it's the end. Aaron pulls all the way out and pushes up on his arms, allowing me enough room to take a few deep breaths before he drags me up onto my hands and knees. He's behind me, still, looking at my spread pussy. His hands grasp my ass, pressing tightly into the flesh. "Do you have a vibrator, Nicole?"
I do, hidden in the back of my underwear drawer under my time-of-the-month pants, still in its box. It was a spur-of-the-moment purchase just before discovering Jonathan's indiscretions, and I haven't been feeling much like pleasuring myself, until Aaron. The prospect of him using it on me is arousing, but like much of the sex we've had, it has an edge of fear that sharpens it.
"What are you going to do?" I ask quietly, hanging my head low, so the curtain of my hair conceals my face.
"I'm going to make you come, baby. So hard. Don't you want that?"
I nod. I'm practically manic from wanting it.
"Tell me where it is."