Chapter 13
A different bedroom. Another set of sheets. A contrasting view of the ordinary, lackluster suburban landscape. Aaron and Vanessa were shadows dancing in the recycled illumination of streetlights flowing in from outside, moving in a choreography that they each somehow knew yet never actually learned. He laid her on the bed, ripping his shirt off, too lost in the moment to practice patience. She had poisoned his mind with her hips, with her moans, with the way her supple breasts were stuffed into her bra and shoved in his face. She was all he could imagine—lingering through his mind like cigarette smoke dispersing through the air, haunting his every moment with the way she smelled, the way she tasted. Tonight, he had to have her.
The darkness was both friend and foe. It hid their inhibitions yet cloaked their bodies. Vanessa wanted to let go, to relax, to spread out into the haven of safety that darkness offered. Aaron wanted to see her face as the electricity flowed through her, how she contorted as the pleasure spiked through her. But still, he restrained himself, this was still all about her. She called the shots, so he dutifully obeyed.
Aaron ran his hands frantically along the contours of her back, unclasping her bra with manic intensity. Her breasts spilled out and he cupped them, squeezing with passion as she fell over him and leaned her head toward the ceiling, gasping with bliss. Vanessa was naked, straddling Aaron, dripping all over him, ready for him to plunge into her. And yet, she was still apprehensive. For all the ways he had warped her mind over the past twenty-four hours with flashbacks to her euphoria, she felt him along her skin. She ran her fingers along his shaft, elongated and imposing, wondering how badly he’d hurt her if she succumbed to what she really wanted—what they both really wanted.
Aaron was lying flat on his back, cupping and massaging Vanessa’s breasts with wound up excitement, his knees pulled up and his feet flat on the bed. Vanessa leaned back on his thighs, using them almost as a chair and lightly moved to touch herself, massaging her clit before his eyes from where she straddled Aaron’s chest. She could feel his cock stand straight up along her back, besieging her with the notion that he would rip her apart if she tried to accommodate him.
“I want you,” Aaron whispered, lightly twisting her nipples. She jolted with pleasure and bit her bottom lip, looking at him sensually.
“Let’s try something different first,” Vanessa whispered back, scooting her body backwards to straddle his cock, pulsating now with passion.
She was now transported back in her mind to the first few times that she discovered these parts of her body, the accidental encounters which led to euphoric afternoons behind locked doors. After school, Vanessa would bound up to her room and shut herself inside, blasting the radio to drown out the sound of her body moving in ways she couldn’t control, the sound of the first few yips of ecstasy rippling through the body of a newcomer to the club of sexuality.
Here, in Aaron’s bedroom, Vanessa mimicked her old strategies. She flipped him upward—an arrow facing north—and slid herself along the bottom side of his cock. Already soaking wet, Vanessa held his hands where they were, cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. Moving along his shaft, she rocked as if he were inside of her, flipping a switch somewhere inside of her to release an orgasm almost immediately. She held off, not wanting to shut off the sparks that his cock was creating through her body. Again, she felt the pit of her stomach churn with the wattage of her orgasm, her body pumping up the voltage a little more with every slide across Aaron’s rocklike cock.
Vanessa opened her eyes, and as they adjusted to the shadows in the darkness of the spare bedroom, she could see that Aaron was perplexed. He looked curious in his arousal, and fascinated by Vanessa all the same. Her voluptuous breasts overflowed from his grip and her bliss was apparent, yet it was clear that this was something completely new to him; sexual contact in a way he could understand despite not knowing the language in which it was spoken.
“Is this okay for you?” she whispered in a shaky voice, her orgasm billowing within her despite her efforts to suppress it.
“Take… what… you… need…” Aaron moaned, feeling Vanessa shiver as she moaned and gasped, holding onto his biceps for support while electricity buzzed through her. She threw her head back with the titillation of his cock along her clit and gasped once more, a full-bodied, husky inhale that morphed into the gushing sigh of utter contentment.
“That… was incredible,” Aaron said, running his fingers along the contour of her hips as she sat on him, leaking and panting.
Wordlessly, Vanessa touched herself—wincing in pleasure—and smoothed her liquid desire down his shaft. Trepidation replaced euphoria as anxiety crept through her. How could she handle a cock this large? How badly would it hurt? Would she bleed? Would she cry?
Aaron could sense that something was off, that Vanessa had lost the appeal she’d just had. Her strokes were limp, faltering with a kind of dissatisfaction.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he cooed in his voice like asphalt.
“Nothing,” Vanessa said, stroking again halfheartedly, wondering which method might hurt less, her pussy or her jaw.
Sitting up, Aaron took her cheeks in his hands and kissed her deeply, whimsically. His hands jutted upward, running themselves through the roots of her hair, massaging her scalp lightly with his nails. He needed her. He needed to burst inside of her, to feel how tightly she would wrap herself around him, how she could strangle him in the most desirable way possible. “Vanessa,” Aaron whispered into her ear, so softly that she began to shake. “Get on your back.”
She did what she was told, unfolding her legs and widening them to let him in. Aaron stroked his shaft lightly for a moment, rubbing the tip along her labia, drawing imaginary lines of feverish passion along the opening where her lips met. He hesitated. Aaron knew that once he thrust himself inside of her, that was it. He could never take it back, he could never undo it. Once Vanessa let him in, some light would flip in her head, a wire would be cut, a line would be drawn. He’d had her for dinner the night before, she just used his cock as her own personal sex toy, but this was different. They were writing their own truth, and now something indelible was going to occur. Once he shot himself inside of her, it could never be reversed. The truth would be written in blotchy black ink, not erasable pencil lead.
The tip of his cock was pressing into her now, an open door to a warm house in a winter forest. She was tight already. Her muscles were clenched and he would have to force himself inside, break through the tension and make himself fit. Aaron was standing on the edge of unspeakable pleasure for what felt like hours, all he had to do was fall in and allow it.
Aaron forced himself—throbbing with the thrill of finally feeling her—into Vanessa, who was taut and firm, unyielding in her constriction. He let out a gasp and so did she. They were connected now in a way they hadn’t been before. Aaron lost control of himself, maniacally pulsating inside of her, feeling the curves and dips of her core envelop him, stroke him, manipulate him until he felt the spurts and bursts of his own erotic electricity ripple through him and blast into fireworks of intoxication throughout his body.
Vanessa gasped as Aaron was at the pinnacle of his orgasm, compressing her muscles around him, taking him to an even higher level of euphoria. He grabbed a lock of her hair and tugged, letting the energy flow freely as he pumped into her, feeling the rapid tickle of bliss emanate through every cell in his body.
“Vanessa,” Aaron moaned in a whisper before showering her neck with a spray of light kisses.
“Yes?” She smiled at Aaron, pleased with herself.
“That was amazing,” he whispered between kisses. “You are amazing.”
After a few quiet moments, Aaron slithered out of Vanessa, rolling over in slumber. She stayed up, facing the ceiling, stroking his back until she knew he was asleep. Then she got dressed, scribbled her phone number onto the pad of paper embossed with the hotel’s logo on the nightstand, and left without saying goodbye.