Chapter 27 #2
He drives into me without warning. The sudden invasion after endless teasing tears a cry from my throat as my back bows off the mattress.
Aaron sets a merciless pace, each thrust deliberately angled to hit that spot deep inside me that makes coherent thought impossible.
The intensity borders on pain, but it’s the sweetest kind—the type I’ve been craving since our last night in New York.
“Touch yourself. Don’t stop until I say.”
I reach between us, circling that aching bundle of nerves while my free hand twists in the sheets above my head.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his rhythm deliberately slowing. “Nothing more gorgeous than watching you want it this badly.”
My eyelids flutter, heavy with pleasure as sensation rushes through me. He keeps hitting that perfect spot with every thrust while I move my fingers in desperate circles.
“Aaron,” I whisper, as the first waves begin to crest. “Right there—I’m about to—”
“Hands off. Now.”
I jerk my fingers away, a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan escaping my throat. He maintains that excruciating, unhurried rhythm, suspending me at the precipice without allowing me to fall.
A string of Korean curses falls from my lips, my body trembling with need.
“Translation, please,” he inquires, lifting an eyebrow. “Though I love hearing your mother tongue when you’re like this.”
Heat flushes my cheeks—I hadn’t realized I’d spoken Korean. “I called you wicked.”
“Meticulous,” he corrects, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that steals what little breath I have left. “And unforgettable.”
His promise raises goosebumps across my skin that have nothing to do with the air conditioning. The truth settles into my bones: this weekend with him will leave marks deeper than any that might fade from my skin. No matter what comes after, my body will always remember his.
At his command, my fingers return to where I need them most, matching his quickening rhythm. Every nerve ending sings as the pressure builds, my body arching toward a peak just out of reach.
“Hands off,” he orders suddenly.
I withdraw with a frustrated whimper. “This is torture.”
Aaron’s movements slow to barely-there undulations, his body still fully joined with mine but denying the friction I crave. “Consider it a reminder for those video calls where you left me aching across state lines.”
My lips form a petulant curve. “Trust me, I won’t forget this.”
His expression softens momentarily as he leans closer. “Remember, ‘adjourned’ stops everything. I want to push you to the edge, not over it.” The gentle concern beneath his dominance, followed by that knowing smile, sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
My fingers work desperately as he thrusts deeper, his rhythm intensifying without warning. The pleasure builds so suddenly I can’t contain the sound that escapes me, my vision blurring at the edges.
“Aaron, please—”
“Stop.” His command freezes me instantly.
I withdraw my hand, shaking. My eyes sting with unshed tears. “I can’t bear it,” I breathe.
“You will.” His voice is strained as he holds himself back. “Unless you use your word.”
He pulls away completely. I make a sound of desperation as he repositions me, turning me over and lifting my hips. I feel him poised there, barely touching me where I need him most.
“I’m begging you.” The words are barely audible. “Let me finish.”
“Not yet.” He gives me just the tip, a cruel hint of what I want. “Stay still.”
I try to push back, but his grip holds me still.
“For an attorney, you sure don’t know how to listen.” He slides in another inch.
I clench my teeth, trying to stay still as his words send shivers down my spine. His command is both maddening and arousing. My body is wound so tight I feel like I might snap at any moment.
“Please, Aaron,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
He rewards me with another inch, and I have to bite my lip to keep from pushing back against him. The sweet torture of having him so close yet not enough is driving me insane.
“That’s better.” His voice is thick with desire. “You’re learning.”
His hands caress my hips, thumbs making small circles on my skin. I’m trembling, suspended in this moment of exquisite agony, wanting nothing more than for him to fill me completely.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, still holding back.
“You,” I gasp. “All of you. Please, I can’t take any more teasing.”
He leans forward, his chest pressing against my back, his lips at my ear. “And what will you give me in return?”
“Anything,” I breathe without hesitation, beyond pride or pretense.
I feel his smile against my skin before he whispers, “Remember that promise.”
In one powerful thrust, he buries himself completely inside me. I cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming after so much denial. He sets a punishing pace, each stroke hitting perfectly, pushing me rapidly toward the edge he’s kept me from so many times.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. “Now.”
My fingers find my clit, circling desperately as he pounds into me. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear after being denied so long. I can feel myself tightening around him, my body racing toward release.
“Aaron, I’m going to—”
“Not until I say,” he growls, his rhythm never faltering.
I whimper, trying desperately to hold back the wave threatening to crash over me. My entire body is trembling with the effort, sweat beading on my skin.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “So beautiful when you’re desperate.”
His hand slides up my spine to tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back further. The slight pain mingles with pleasure, creating a cocktail of sensation that makes coherent thought impossible.
“Please,” I beg, no longer caring how I sound. “Please let me come.”
He leans down, his chest flush against my back again, his lips at my ear. “Wait.” His palm covers mine, halting everything just as I reach the precipice.
A sound tears from my throat—half-cry, half-plea—my entire body trembling. “Please,” I manage, voice breaking. “I can’t—I need—”
“Listen to me.” His lips graze my ear. “I’m running this weekend. What I say goes. Are we clear?”
“Yes!” The word bursts from me. “Clear.”
“Good.’ His approval floods me with fresh heat.
“Now we try again, but I want to see you.” He withdraws, guiding me onto my back once more.
My thighs quiver as I lie against the pillows, naked beneath his gaze.
His hungry eyes devour every inch of me as he positions himself between my legs again.
The vulnerability of being completely exposed to him like this sends a fresh wave of desire through me.
“I want to see your face when you finally come.” His voice is low and commanding. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
He enters me again in one smooth thrust, and I gasp at the fullness. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.
“Now,” he growls, setting a relentless pace. “Touch yourself again.”
My fingers find my clit, circling with desperate need. The combination of his thrusts and my fingers quickly builds the pressure that’s been denied too many times. I’m racing toward the edge again, my body coiling tight.
“Aaron,” I gasp, feeling myself teetering on the precipice. “I can’t hold back—”
“Look at me,” he commands.
I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection is electric, intimate in a way that both terrifies and thrills me.
“Let go,” he demands, his movements intensifying. “Now, Honeybee. Come for me now.”
The permission breaks the dam. I shatter completely, waves of pleasure crashing through me with such intensity that I scream his name.
My vision blurs as my body convulses around him, each pulse drawing another moan from my lips.
He continues thrusting through my orgasm, prolonging it until I’m gasping for breath.
Aaron’s control finally shatters. His thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release, his expression raw and vulnerable. With a deep groan, he buries himself deep inside, and I feel him pulsing inside me, his body shuddering against mine.
He collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest as we both struggle to catch our breath. My body continues to tremble with aftershocks, small spasms of pleasure rippling through me.
“That,” I manage when I can finally speak, “was worth flying across the country for.”
His chest rumbles with quiet laughter as he presses a kiss to my temple. “And we still have two more days.”
I nestle against him, feeling oddly content in the aftermath of such intensity. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, his heartbeat gradually slowing beneath my cheek.
His breath warms my ear. “You alright?”
“Better than alright,” I whisper, the truth in my words catching me off guard. “Just give me a minute before we go again.”
“No rush,” he murmurs, drawing me against him. “We’ve got days. But we should rest first.” His mouth grazes my temple. “Dinner at eight.”
I shift, my back flush against his chest, glancing at the clock’s red numbers: 2:07 PM. “Six hours. Plenty of time to sleep and… not sleep.”
“Mmm,” he agrees, his arm tightening around me.
The room is quiet except for our breathing. Aaron falls asleep quickly, his chest rising and falling against my back. My body feels heavy from the flight and everything we just did, but my mind won’t settle. I run my fingers over the veins in his arm, where it rests on my hip.
How did we end up here so easily? His body is wrapped around me, holding me close.
The comfort I feel surprises me. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I wanted something simple—hot, but temporary.
Something with a clear end. But now, lying here with his heartbeat steady against my back, I’m suddenly scared of what it will feel like to say goodbye.