Arik #3
I approached her slowly, resting my chin on her shoulder as I stared at our reflection in the mirror.
Claire smiled, her movements steady as she continued to brush her hair, parting it to the left and brushing it back from where my face rested on her shoulder.
I breathed in her scent deeply, allowing myself a moment to savor the closeness before my face moved to her neck.
Claire’s eyes fluttered shut, and she laid the brush down on the sink, resting her hands against it to steady herself.
As I kissed her neck, my hand reached across her chest, sliding slowly under her robe until her breast sat in my hand.
I could not help but roll her nipple between my fingers until I felt her ass press into me when her knees buckled.
My other hand dug into her hip, with the thick robe protecting her from what would have been bruises from my fingerprints.
Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the sink and let out a sharp moan that echoed through the bathroom.
I took the skin of her neck between my teeth, nipping at her repeatedly as my hand moved from her breast, down her stomach, and stopping just as her hips rolled forward into my hand.
Claire turned around to face me, her robe slightly open as if she wanted me to continue my exploration of her.
Without a word, she loosened the plush belt of the robe and threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling my mouth against hers with a forceful urgency.
I felt her hands slide around my waist, moving up to grasp my shoulders as her hips rocked into mine.
In a swift movement, I lifted Claire onto my hips, our damp skin sliding together as I carried her to the stone bed.
The feeling of her warmth against me was intoxicating.
I continued to kiss her violently as we tumbled onto the bed.
Claire’s delicate frame sank into the plush bedding, and I stared down at her, my breath catching in my throat.
I felt my veins pulsate, a deep breath escaping me.
STOP.
Before I could fully act on my desires, I took a deep breath to steady myself.
I stood from the bed, unable to speak, and extended my hand to Claire as my attention focused on the stone headboard just beyond her.
Claire stood, confused as I tied the plush belt of her robe back around her body.
I carefully did the same with my own, biting my lip and turning my attention to the ceiling as I sharply pulled the belt into a knot of frustration.
I extended my hand to her once more, motioning for her to follow me as the feeling of her disappointment cut through me like a knife.
I led Claire out of the chamber, guiding her down a long hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly as my demons battled within me.
The dim, cold corridor felt desolate in comparison to the atmosphere we had just concocted moments before.
Deep cracks marred the brown walls, and sconces flickered with a warm light, attempting to cut through the oppressive darkness.
Heavy wooden doors lined both sides of the hall, their rusted metal hardware casting shadows as we walked steadily past them.
As we approached the staircase leading to the upper level, Claire’s voice cut through the quiet, her tone stern and exhausted, “You’re a big tease, you know that.”
I could not help but laugh, genuinely impressed by her boldness. “You are mad I did not fuck you against the bathroom sink?” I teased, savoring the way her eyes widened in surprise.
Claire hesitated, her shock evident, “Well, yes, a little. The bed could have been sufficient, as well.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I seized the opportunity to make my intentions clear. I grabbed Claire, pressing her forcefully against the nearby wall as I cradled her head in my hand. The sudden move left her breathless, her body pinned between the cold stone and my solid frame.
I slowly whispered into her ear, “If I fuck you, you will not be able to leave. Ever.”
Claire’s eyes widened even further, a mix of shock and confusion playing across her features.
“What?” she managed to gasp, her voice trembling slightly.
“You heard me, Claire,” I growled, my voice low and intense. I lifted her up, my hands squeezing her thighs to press her warm, wet center into dangerous proximity of my hardness.
Fuck.
“Is that what you want?” I whispered, my breath hot against her skin. I felt her body heat rise, her breath growing shallow as she licked her lips in anticipation.
“You seem to think I’m joking,” I continued, my lips grazing her neck with a feather-light touch. “I know you are used to men lying to you. Trust my words. If I fuck you, you are mine.”
Claire’s response was immediate. She gasped, her hands wrapping around the back of my head, pulling me closer.
The raw intensity of her reaction only fueled the fire within me.
I pressed my mouth into hers before thrusting my hips just enough to make it obvious exactly how badly I wanted her and how much restraint I possessed.
The excruciating pleasure of slick friction between us caused her to let out a sharp moan.
I was walking a tightrope between satisfying her and keeping her where I needed her to be for right now, and it was excruciating.
I set her feet back down on the ground, hovering above her as I stared deeply into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.
My chin dropped as I towered over her, my voice sharp and certain.
“Do you want me to keep going? Or do you want to wait? Because I mean what I say, Claire. Do not be confused.”
The silence between us was heavy, laden with unspoken desires and unresolved tension.
Claire’s back straightened and her eyes widened as she spoke, her breath shallow. “We can wait.”
I took a step back, reluctantly releasing her as I pointed up the staircase to guide her to our next destination.