Two Can Play (16 page)

I'm sobbing with relief and pleasure from the wonderful warm, hard pressure of him inside.

More than a year of hurt and misery washes away from me.

Gone, in one wave of tears. And it’s all because of him. He's given my body back to me. I've got control again. My mind has crawled out of that dark place it was where it was hurting and hiding, gathering in confidence and soaring high.

His mouth caresses my teary face, peppering it with little licks and kisses as his fingers touch me, gently stroking the sides of my body.

This is such sweet, soft loving. Feather-light strokes. Those big hands all over me, and his cock sliding inside with an achingly beautiful rhythm. It's spellbinding. Magical.

I'm almost ready to worship this man.

I'm coming out of hiding, emerging from my tortured shell. Finding myself again.

I grab his hair hard, clenching it with my fingers.

My whole body is crying out for more.

I'm so full of dire need.

I know he's treating me with kid gloves. This can’t be the way he normally is. He's moving so carefully, like I'm a pure young virgin and he's worried he'll hurt me. He's holding back, taking care of me. That's beautiful and tugs at my heart, but I want something else. The big everything.

For him to let rip. I want it so much, and oh God, do I want to let rip with him, too. I'm almost at the point of screaming for it.

“You're driving me fucking crazy,” he says, with a deep growling voice, his breathing hot and loud, his hand rubbing circles on my breast.

I let it out. I need to. Or I'll explode.

“Don't you hold back now. Do what you want. Do it. Anything you like.” I squeeze his backside in my hands, urging him on, digging my nails in really hard. My legs wrap around his waist tightly, and I'm arching up beneath and pulling him in really deep. “I want the whole, real you. Show me...,” I whisper in his ear, licking it and biting his earlobe.

His eyes sweep across my face and his mouth finds mine as he takes me, so fast and so urgently, reaching every part of my craving insides.

The real Aaron is more than a revelation. I'm being turned inside out, and it's more than wonderful. I'm wild with desire, lust and acute arousal and just about everything a woman can possibly feel when she has a man like him between her legs. Whimpering noises are rolling from my mouth, as it plays with his, tiny ecstatic sounds that mean so much more. He moves me around the bed, holding my legs, turning me over, thrusting inside, grabbing and mouthing at me like his whole world depends on having every part of me against a part of him. It's deep and hard and completely beautiful.

He slows, almost to a stop, his heated breath against my face. “I want this to be so good for you, I need to slow up,” he whispers as he lifts my leg, angling himself slightly off center, a little to the side.

“It couldn't feel any better than this,” I assure him, honestly.

“
You wanna bet on that?”

And he's so, so right.

My body reaches fever pitch as the sensation builds, taking me up to the edge. God knows how, but without any help from me at all he's found that sweet little spot inside me. The one small place that gives me so much.

I rarely come through straight sex. I need more stimulation than that, fingers or tongue on the love button, but as his long slow strokes hit that spot over and over, I'm moaning with pure, aroused disbelief. I hover on the edge of ecstasy, as I reach that tipping point. I don't want to let go and fall over. I want to hang here forever, feeling the wonderful, hard pressure, the stroking and heavenly pulse that's throbbing inside me.

I can't stop it. It's way too strong a wave coming up and about to wash over me.
Again.
..

This is heaven.

“
I can't believe this is happening. Oh baby, keep going, don't stop, please,” I groan, my voice trailing off as I start to come. All breath leaves my body for a wonderful moment.

It's a blast of sensation. I'm exploding into a thousand parts, shooting into a world of pleasure. I don't think I've ever felt anything like it as I contract around his cock in amazing frenzy.

“
Aaron...oh my God, I feel...I'm…oh fuck...,
” I moan in ecstasy, rubbing his head madly, twisting his hair into a tangled mess and squeezing him so tightly with my legs I'm sure I'm causing him real pain.

I don't know how long I float there, in that hazy wonderful orgasmic place I'm in. He drives on, burying himself inside me, his mouth on my neck, passionately feeding my inner need for more. More of anything and everything that's him. I gasp as he suddenly withdraws and lies heavily on me, his full weight pinning me down. His groaning, panting, and gulping sounds fill my ear as he comes between us, the wet warmth spreading fast between our stomachs.

I hug him even tighter, my lips against his cheek. I feel like I'm having a religious experience. Being baptized by the divine, god-like creature, I'm wrapped around in my bed. I love the pulsating wet feeling as it all oozes between us. Wet and silky and warm. I squirm against him, tightly, squeezing it everywhere.

I drift away, my mind fuzzy and my body glowing with inner happiness, indulging in a moment of after-sex bliss.

He lifts his head and looks down at me, staring deeply into my amazed eyes.

I'm worshiping him right now. It's full on adoration.

The biggest of smiles appears on his face and I can’t help but smile back.

“
Just fuck me, eh?” he says, running his finger around my jaw.

“
Sorry, got a little desperate.”

“
Please don't be sorry. I'm ecstatic about it, Kate.”

“
So am I. My God, Aaron, you don't know how wonderful I feel right now.” I pull his mouth down to mine and show him how ecstatic
I am
about things.

He remains on top of me, covering me with his heavy, well-built body, his hair sweeping across my face as I rub his tongue with mine for a long, long time. He is without doubt the hottest man I have ever known. Everything about the way he looks, talks, acts, and moves sets me on fire. And to discover he's capable of caring and empathizing to the degree he has...well, I'd never, ever have thought Aaron would be like this.

He's a real life dark horse. A beautiful Italian stallion that I want to ride like crazy. Wild, fast and hard, the sweat dripping off us both, until exhaustion takes us over and we fall asleep, still joined together.

He interrupts my rather heated erotic thoughts with an important practicality that needs to be addressed, before my bed is covered in the stickier part of him.

“Come on, let's take a shower and clean up together. And then I can get you all messed up again.” He gets up and pulls me after.

“
Yeah, about that, you don't need to pull out. I'm on the pill.”

“
Really? I didn't think you would be, considering.”

“
It's a female thing. I've been on it since I was seventeen.”

“
Well that's good to hear.”

I follow him into my shower and rest my head against his chest as the hot water beats down on our heads. I sigh with contentment as he washes every last trace of fear and worry away. He can’t take away the memory of what Ryan did to me, but perhaps he has given me back a feeling of hope. Of self-love. After my long period of sexless misery he's turned me around so effortlessly.

Well no, actually it wasn’t effortless. He made every effort to show me I could take control. I am not a rape victim. I am a rape survivor. Something I didn’t think would be possible. I feel as though I am whole again, no longer a broken, loveless shell. Sex had been something I had loved prior to Ryan’s horrendous betrayal. I imagined it would take a much longer time to want and be able to have sex again, and even longer to really enjoy it like I just have. I'm really overwhelmed by the whole thing. How could this have happened? He must be an angel. I feel as though I can actually move forward and heal.

HIM

I wake first, and I'm completely ravenous. We missed dinner. I can't miss the main meal of the day, no matter what. My metabolism goes into shock. I turn and look at her. She's sound asleep. I'm feeling a little shaky as I get up, struggle into my jeans, and go into the kitchen to make a toasted sandwich for us both. I get the coffee machine going, put it all on the table, and then I go and wake her up. She looks like a real princess, lying in her fantasy bed, her hair spread over the pillow. My heart lurches with a painful ache. But strangely I'm smiling through it.
I'm over the moon for her and even more so about us. I can't believe how good we are together and how damn good she makes me feel. Just looking at her sends me off somewhere.

I tap her shoulder and her eyes open lazily. I give her a quick kiss.

“Hey, beautiful, it's after ten. I've made us something to eat.”

I fling the bedclothes off her and bend down to nuzzle her stomach. That should get her up and running pretty fast.

She squeals and giggles.

“
You SO need a shave.”

I rub my chin around her roughly and make her squeal some more.

I stand up again and she lies there staring at me, her lips slightly parted, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing, and one leg tucked provocatively under the other.

Holy mother...Fucking adorable...

My eyes blur with the vision lying before me. She looks way too gorgeous to resist. In ten seconds I'm undressed and back in bed at her side. Food can wait a while longer, my need for it has disappeared with the greater need of something else. I want to nibble on something far prettier than a sandwich.

I'm already breathing hard as I place my finger on the pulse at the base of her throat. I run it down the center of her body, my thumb circling her navel and brushing the soft skin of her stomach with my fingertips. My eyes sweep down, slowly, my rampant gaze dropping lower to her neat strip of hair and the glistening pinkness between her legs. I need a whole lot more of Kate right now. That part of her in particular.

“I can see you're a morning kind of guy,” she says looking down at my cock, primed and ready for action.

She rubs her finger round my head and I jerk in response to her touch.

“Actually, all day suits me just fine.”

“
Oh it does, does it?” She laughs.

I stroke lower, my fingers sliding down through the slick wetness and she moans in reaction. “Mm mm, you feel so damn good.” I kiss all over her face as my fingers slip inside for some more of it. “Baby, I'm gonna give you the longest, dreamiest wake-up call you've ever had.”

She gasps loudly as my intense need takes me over and I dive on her, pushing my way impatiently between her legs, and rubbing my rough face around hers. I want to grab, lick and bite every pretty little thing I can get my hands and mouth on. And it might take me a long while, as that's just about all of her.

I finish my cold toasted sandwich in five bites and sit and watch her eat hers daintily.

Is there anything I don't like about Kate?

Nope. Not a single thing.

She looks up at me, across the table, catching my gaze.

“What time are we leaving for Rome tomorrow?”

“
It's a six-hour drive, so maybe ten? The concert's at eight so we can have a good old look-see around Rome for a few hours, if you like.”

“
I've never been there before, so I'd love that. Thanks so much, Aaron. I'm really looking forward to it. It must have cost you a fair bit. The car, hotel and all that.”

“
I got a good deal on LastMinute,” I add, which is actually the truth, for once.