I don’t know why I give into him. He should be resting. He should be taking it easy. And yet, I can’t stop him. I want him. I want to feel his hands all over me. I need him to touch me. I need to feel like my Aiden is back.

He runs his fingers up and down my back, unclasping my bra. My breasts fall down, freed from their enclosure. I laugh and roll my eyes, but don’t protest too much. He pulls me back into his bed. I lie on top of him as he runs his fingers up and down my arms. Shivers rush down my spine. A smile forms on my face. I close my eyes and let him touch me. His fingers quickly make their way to my collarbone and then down it. My breasts move up and down with each quickening breath. He wraps my nipple in between his fingers and squeezes lightly. The space between my legs starts to feel warm. I inhale deeply and choke on my breath.

“Are you okay?” he whispers in my ear, running his tongue along my neck.

“Yes, I just got a little overwhelmed.”

He slides his hand down and under my waistband. My yoga pants stretch to accommodate him. Quickly, he moves past my panties and further down. My hips start to sway without much control.

“Aiden…” I moan.

He squeezes my left nipple hard in between his fingers. It borders on pain and I let out a little yelp.

“Aiden…” I moan again. This time he squeezes it harder.

“What’s my name?” he says sternly. The resoluteness of his voice makes me wet.

I turn my head to look at him. Suddenly, the sad, pale face of helpless Aiden is all but gone. There is fire in his eyes. His cheeks are flushed and he looks as determined and in charge as ever.

“Mr. Black.”

“That’s right. Don’t forget it.”

He pushes his hand further down my pants. I spread my legs to either side of the bed to accommodate him. His fingers touch the outside of my thighs and then quickly make their way further inside. But then they stop.

“Take off your pants,” he instructs.

“But what if—“ I start to say.

“You know better than to say no.”

Just this statement alone makes me drip. I do as he says. I slide out of my pants and take my underwear off along with them. Even though the room is cold and stark, I feel like my whole body is on fire.

“Open your legs,” he says. I lean back against him and open my legs, pressing my toes on opposite sides of the bed. Mr. Black pulls my body up a little further, up to his, and puts my hands on my breasts. He massages them. Softly at first, but then harder and harder. Within a moment, my nipples could cut glass.

His fingers make their way down my body. Toward my belly button, then further south. I clench my butt as I wait for him to come back inside.

“Relax,” he instructs and I do as he says.

“I’ve missed this, Mr. Black,” I moan.

“Mr. Black has missed you,” he says, burying his fingers inside of me and then pulling them out again and licking each and every one. I’m too aroused to be embarrassed. He runs his index finger over my clit, pressing on it. I open my legs wider and wider, welcoming him inside.

Pushing me slightly to the side, he grabs onto my butt cheeks. He draws little concentric circles on each one of my butt cheeks as he gets closer and closer to his aim. And then he’s inside.

“Sorry I don’t have a proper butt plug,” he says. “But my finger will have to do for now.”

I swallow hard and relax my body, allowing him to get further inside.

“You’re so tight. I love it.”

“Mmm,” I moan.

“Tell me how this feels,” he instructs.

“This feels so good, Mr. Black.”

“Tell me more.”

“I love having you in my ass. Every movement is sending shivers up and down my body.”

“Good.”

“I never knew how good this could feel. It’s like you’re tearing me apart from the inside out. In a good way…Mr. Black.”

Every time I call him Mr. Black, I feel myself getting closer to an orgasm.

“Now, open your legs up again,” he instructs.

I open one so he can push his other hand inside of me. He presses hard on my clit while at the same time going deeper into my ass. I’m so aroused that even my thighs are wet. Keeping his fingers up my ass and massaging my clit with others, he suddenly thrusts three more fingers up deep inside of me. I open wider to welcome him inside and start to slide up and down. A wave of warmth starts to build up in the pit of my stomach.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper.

“Not yet. And don’t you dare not call me Mr. Black when you do.”

This makes me even more aroused. I become completely overwhelmed. I feel like I’m going to come right this moment, but I try to hold off.

“You are going to come when I tell you to come. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He continues to go deeper and deeper inside of me. Just as I’m about to scream, he pulls his hand away, replacing those fingers on my clit with other ones.

“Come for me, Ellie,” Mr. Black instructs and thrusts his fingers into my mouth. Every opening in my body is filled and I finally feel complete. As soon as I close my lips around his wet fingers, my body explodes in the most intense orgasm of my life. It comes in waves. He moves his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. Faster and faster. I beg him to slow down, but he doesn’t, pushing me to even higher heights of ecstasy. I feel the aftershocks for minutes to come.

* * *

“That was amazing,” I mumble.

“I’m glad,” he whispers, licking his fingers clean. “I love you, Ellie.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper, snuggling up to him. I’m flying on cloud nine. Nothing else matters except this moment and it doesn’t seem like anything ever will again.

“Thank you for letting me do that,” he says. “I needed that.”

“You needed that? I needed that.”

“I just felt so helpless lying here. I wanted to know if I could still be a man, to please you like a man should.”

“You pleased me like a god.”

“Oh, c’mon.”

“No, I’m serious. That was the most intense orgasm that I’ve ever felt.”

“I’m glad,” he says proudly. “That makes me feel good.”

“But how are you?” I ask. “How did getting aroused make you feel?”

“Good. Really good actually. I don’t think I can have sex just yet, I’m still too weak. Even this was a little much for me, but I’m glad that I have something to look forward to.”

“Of course,” I say, wrapping the sheet around me tighter. Was it always this cold in this room? The sweat that I’d generated had all but dried and now turned my body into an icicle.

“I really thought I might never see you again,” I say. “I mean, there was a real possibility that you would never come out of this coma.”

“I’m so sorry,” he says, wiping my tears. “I knew you were here all along. I just wish I could’ve said something. To let you know that I was okay.”

“I wish you could, too,” I whisper.

I lie on top of him listening to his heartbeat without saying a word for some time. He runs his fingers lovingly through my hair and smells my hair.

“Everything’s going to be okay now,” he says. “The worst is over.”

“You’re right.”