The tension keeps me going. Aaron strokes himself slowly as I rub circles around my clit, sliding my fingers down and dipping them inside myself.
“Fuck, Dayton. If you had any idea how you look right now…”
The rawness of his voice makes my eyelids flutter shut. “Tell me. Tell me what you see right now, standing in front of me while I touch myself for you.”
“You look like perfection. You’re sexy in the rawest way, and it drives me f**king crazy. I can see how wet you are, can see it on your fingers each time you slide them back out of your gorgeous cunt. And knowing I did that makes me the smuggest son of a bitch in this city.”
I fight the buck of my hips and the pressure from the quickly building orgasm. “And you?” I ask hoarsely.
“Hard, baby. I’m rock solid and it’s all because of you. All for you.” The bed creaks and dips as he moves forward. His breath crawls over my leg, igniting a new flare inside me, and I cry out softly when he grabs my free hand. He wraps my fingers around his cock. “Feel that?” he questions, rocking his hips and pushing himself through my grip. “That’s you. No one else gets me this crazy.”
I squeeze him lightly as the first wave of orgasm thrashes through my body, and as quickly as he filled my hand, he leaves it empty. He pulls my hand away and covers me with his mouth, his tongue stretching inside me as I come into his mouth.
It’s intense and unrelenting, wave after wave assaulting me.
I need him. I need him to fill me the way he always does.
“I’m going to f**k you now,” he says, wrapping his lips around my nipple. “The way I want. As hard as I want and for as long as I want. And it’s going to be hard and it’s going to be f**king fast.”
He gets off me and I open my eyes.
“On your front,” he whispers. “Hands and knees.”
My lips part as I do it. He moves behind me and slaps my ass lightly.
“Now crawl up the bed.”
I crawl.
“Wrap those hands around the top of the headboard.”
I wrap my hands around the headboard.
His hand connects with my ass again, sharper this time, and I flinch away from the sting. Never mind that I feel it all the way through my pu**y.
He raises himself until the head of his c**k is just inside me. I flex my hips to take him deeper, and he leans over me, pulling back.
“I’m trying to control myself, Dayton, but I meant it when I said it would be hard and fast. I won’t be nice, not after watching you give yourself an orgasm that should have come from me.”
“You told me to”—all the breath leaves my body at his hard entry—“do it.”
“I was making a point.” He holds himself inside me and turns my face to the side. He takes my mouth harshly, his teeth tugging on my lower lip. “I let you touch yourself simply so I could remind you there’s nothing you can do to yourself that I can’t do ten times better. I can make you come harder and more intensely than you could ever make yourself.” To prove his point, he pulls out and rams back into me. I cry out. “Think about that next time you decide to tease me and take away something that is my right.”
“Making me come is your right?”
“You belong to me, Dayton. It’s my right to do whatever I wish with you. That includes being the only person who will ever make you come. Starting now.”
He picks up a speedy pace, pounding into me harshly and relentlessly from behind. Every thrust inside pushes the breath from my body. I drop my head forward, pushing back against him, taking him deeper until he hits the end of me. He grabs my hips, controlling my movements. Slamming me onto him with each thrust forward.
It’s sudden and it’s explosive and it’s mind-numblingly intense. I shatter. I surrender to the intense rush of blood and adrenaline and spiking pleasure. It consumes me. Owns me. Possesses me to my very core. I tremble. I shake. I fall and spiral into the consuming flood.
This is rough and real. As a second hits before I can center myself again, I know this is what needed to happen. This is the past and the present and the future all colliding in a crazy, f**ked-up moment of ownership and pleasure.
I break.
I release my hold on the headboard and drop forward as Aaron shouts his own release in a magical cry of my name. He collapses onto me, our skin slick together, and wraps his arms around my body. His chest is heaving as hard as mine. I can feel his heartbeat pounding through his ribs to my back, and it’s perfectly in sync with my own.
My heart is beating so hard it could break through the bones keeping it safe. It’s so full of everything—of desire, of passion, of love. All for the man holding on to me like I might run if he doesn’t.
And when he eases out of me, kisses me softly, and drags me to the shower, the questions spin in my mind.
How do I walk away?
How do I stay?
Chapter Twenty-Three
“I hated them then, and chances are, I hate them now.”
“You barely even tried them. You licked one then screwed your face up all adorable.”
“There is nothing adorable about me. And there is nothing tasty about snails.”
“Really? Would it kill you to try one after seven years?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not willing to take the risk.” I fold my arms across my chest. “I’ll sit here with my salad while you suck on your snails, thank you.”
Aaron smirks. “You do that.”
I cringe as he eats one. Complete with a shiver. I wipe snail trails from the mat outside my back door, for the love of God. I’m not about to eat the little bastards. The slime and…ugh. No thanks.
“They’re good.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure they’re the most delicious thing on Earth.”
“No. That’s you.”
My fork freezes mid salad-stab. “I can’t believe you just said that out loud.”
Indeed, the couple at the table next to us are listening.
“I’m merely correcting you,” Aaron replies, unfazed by the attention on us from whomever they are.
“Could you save your corrections for private?” I shoot an angry glare to my right, and the couple looks away.
“Absolutely not.” He leans forward, his eyes sparkling, and lowers his voice. “Do you think I’m ashamed of the fact I would substitute every meal for your coming in my mouth?”
I run my tongue along my bottom lip. “No.”
“Then be quiet and finish your lunch.”