A rush of excitement spiraled down Natalie’s spine as Aaron carried her. Other than feeling as if her bones had been robbed from her body, it was the only discernible feeling she understood.

Every time he’d forced an orgasm from her, she’d flown so high she was certain she’d never reach the ground and now, he was laying her out tenderly in her bed. There was so much more to come.

The worn sheets enveloped her overly heated body. Familiarity calmed her fraying nerves. Glancing down at her own chest, which Aaron couldn’t seem to stop looking at, she checked to make certain he couldn’t actually see her heart beating its way out of her ribcage.

He stood at the foot of her bed over her. His greedy gaze ate her up. Resisting the urge to cover herself, she focused on his cock instead. He could work magic with his tongue and his fingers. What must he be able to do with that?

“Aaron, please,” she finally begged. Drawing it out was unfair. She needed him in every possible way she could have him.

He licked his lips. “Let me enjoy this, honey. You are so fucking beautiful and all for me.”

“Then take me.”

“Plan to.” He lifted her leg and painted tender kisses up her calf. She tensed when he reached her knee. That wasn’t where she wanted his mouth. Why did it feel so good? Impatience made her writhe. He spread her legs and continued kissing a trail of fire up her thighs. Each touchpoint of his lips brought another rush of wet heat to her pussy. The breath swept from her lungs. Her legs trembled. Her body ached.

Put on the condom. Stop making me wait. Let me touch you. Let me feel you. Open me. Fill me. Do something. He stared at her like he could hear the silent frantic pleadings of her mind. He answered only with a dark, sinful chuckle. “When I say, remember, sweetheart?”

“Now,” she demanded.

“So impatient for me.” He made no effort to speed his ascent up her body.

“Please, Aaron.”

“Mm, honey, you have any idea how much I like hearing my name on your lips? Next time I bring you I want to hear my name over and over, but right now, hush.” He leveled her body with his and brought his mouth to hers.

This kiss was somehow different than all the others. His lips demanded more. Pressing her into the mattress, his tongue dove between her lips and tangled with hers. She could taste the greed and necessity. This kiss demanded everything.

He took. She gave as good as she got.

Bracing her foot against the bed, she bucked against him, desperate to feel more of his skin on hers. The rough abrasion of hair coupled with smooth plains of muscle and tender lines of scars. The combination had every nerve ending in her body on high alert.

A low, greedy growl sounded in her ear. He eased down her body and licked the remaining bath water from the underswells of her breasts. Each kiss worked closer and closer to her right nipple but he refused what she so desperately needed.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you need me to suck you,” he ordered. His index finger circled the raised bumps surrounding her nipple, throbbing out their need for his mouth.

“Please.” She writhed again.

“Please what?”

“Suck me,” she finally managed in a breathless pant. Her back arched pushing her nipple closer to his mouth.

“That’s it.”

A heady sense of power pulsed through her when he complied. Drawing her nipple, so raw it was painful, into the soothing velvet heat of his mouth she groaned out her relief.

There it was again. That knot of need that tightened behind her mound when his mouth was on her breasts. She still had no idea how he accomplished that. All she knew was she never wanted him to stop.

His fingers stroked along her pussy managing to add ecstasy into her bliss. “Yes,” she cried out for him.

“Relax for me, Nat. Just relax. I need you to take a little more from me.” He spoke as his lips travelled from one breast to the other. She couldn’t fully understand his request through the haze of pleasure in her mind until he slipped two fingers back inside her and then slowly, and ever so gently added a third. “Breathe, baby. Let me open you. Just relax for me.”

Relaxation wasn’t an emotion she was capable of reaching just then. The pressure separated into two distinctive camps, pleasure and pain. His mouth latched onto her other nipple and the bands of pleasure working throughout her body vanquished the pain. She gave herself over to the pleasure.

“That’s it.” He continued to stretch her with delicate precision. A half-second later he shifted and she heard what sounded like the pop of a plastic cap. Her eyes flew open when he eased his hand out of her, poured the lube on his fingertips, and then returned them to her pussy. “You still breathing for me?”

She nodded. Her wet hair drenched her pillow. She didn’t care. He pressed deeper and stroked that spot so deep inside her she could never quite reach it. The delectable pain and pleasure went to war once again. Her body sought both.

“So fucking tight. You’re gonna feel so fucking good.” Intensity weighted every word. Once again he leaned across her body and drew her left breast back into his mouth and once again the pleasure spiraled out from her core, dancing along her limbs and making her feel like she was flying off the highest mountain with no worry of ever falling down.

“Aaron, I think I’m gonna, mmm…” Her teeth sank into her lower lip. Every stroke of his fingers orchestrated the impending climax.

“I know you need to, baby. It’s right there isn’t it, but not yet. Let it build for me. Let me make this feel good.” He pressed deeper, faster. Tearing the breath from her lungs. How was she supposed to stop this? He had to know what he was doing. “Not yet, honey. Not ’til I say. It’s all mine. All for me. You’ll go when I say.”

She whimpered out her need. Surely, he would let her have what he offered her so expertly. Her body rocked against his hand. Please. Please.

The crinkle of the condom wrapper distracted her slightly. She watched him slip it over his cock with one hand and refused to think about where he’d learned that particular skill.

His body loomed over hers, braced on his forearm yet he managed to keep his fingers stroking to the rhythm of her body with ease. Once again she was swept back into the heavenly sensations he provided her.

Her legs tensed against his forearm. She needed more. This fullness wasn’t enough. “Please,” she begged again.

“You ready for me, Nat?”

“Oh God, yes.” She was more than ready.

“You come when I say, understand.”

“As long as you say now,” she whimpered. He pounded. She surged higher. He stroked. She reached the apex. Her body began its spiral toward pure bliss.

Another chuckle sounded in her ear. “All right, honey. Let me hear my name when you lose it. Come for me.” She flew. He catapulted her from the sky and yet she flew higher, singing his name like a prayer on from her lips. The only hymn she’d ever understood.

His fingers vanished from her body replaced by the head of his cock. She gasped as he slowly dipped inside her, inch by inch.

Still in throws of the orgasm he’d made her wait to have, her body guided him deeper, begging for more.

This time he readily gave. She desperately took.

A ravenous moan thundered from his lungs. No part of her was unaffected. All of the missing pieces were found. She was unable to move, too busy trying to understand how every hollow had found fulfillment, every need satisfied. The pain was there. The pleasure was more. The pressure eased as he tenderly withdrew but grew with every thrust.

Her body seemed unable to contain him and yet needed him to make sense of life itself. Her hands sought his back, clinging to the only thing she fully understood, they needed to be together.

“That’s it. Just hold onto me and breathe, remember?” he choked.

She did just that.

Excruciating pleasure consumed Aaron with every tender thrust he made. Stripping away every mask he’d ever worn, every identity he’d taken on under orders that weren’t his own, every person he’d tried to become to keep from being who he was.

He tried so hard to be gentle, but the only thing his body understood was that deep within her lay his redemption. A tidal pool of atonement she freely offered him. Every single thing he refused to forget slipped through his hands like hot grains of the sand that had robbed him of everything. Every baptism of his cock deep inside her made it as if they’d never existed at all. No need to remember. No need to forget. Nothing existed but her and him.

She was so tight there was no room for him to be anything but the man he was put on earth to be, the man who lived to protect and worship her.

“Natalie. Mmm. So tight. Ah, Jesus, so good,” sang from his lips, a feeble supplication to the sins she absolved. His unworthiness washed away as well.

His mind spun, wringing out the memories he’d clung to for too damn long. His body pressed deeper, so needy for her to replace them with her love.

Her love. Holy fuck. The knowledge aligned with the all-consuming ecstasy she flooded through him.

Rapture thundered in his veins. Every carnal need he’d ever had was satisfied. Her swollen folds drew him in, drowning him in her healing nectar.

Another groan ripped from his lungs. He gave her everything he had. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. His name whispered from her lips as she started to meet his thrusts with tiny lifts of her hips.

On her next lift he wrapped his arms around her, clinging tightly to his saving grace.

He rocked his body back and forth. He knew the pain he’d brought had robbed her of another climax and yet she wanted him to continue. Her eyes were seeking. Her body riding the waves of his own. She gave with no requirement that she also receive. Next time, he would make certain she received over and over again.

This time was for them together, not them apart. It existed only between them. He pressed in again. His body on the precipice of explosion. The pressure built.

His sac drew tight. His cock throbbed constantly. He wished he could strip off the condom and soak down the walls of her pussy. He longed to bathe her in him the way her juices washed him clean. He wanted nothing between them.

Another pump. He tensed. A ragged groan shook from him, ridding him of more of the pieces of himself that had never belonged.

“Oh yes.” She urged him onward.

Her pussy flexed against him. That was it. He was done for. All will to fight on was leached from his body. On his next pump, he collapsed against her. Spurts of hot cum filled the condom and hot tears filled her eyes.