Chapter Thirteen
Patience
There’re sayings about poking the bear, or awakening the sleeping giant, that perfectly encompassed what I felt in that moment. It wasn’t the way he imposed himself in the doorway, or locked it, making it impossible for anyone to enter, or rather for me to escape. And, it wasn’t even the oh-so-obvious bulge in his pants—the same one that made my nipples ache with need.
It was the way his hazel eyes darkened to an almost forest green. And the way he held his tie between his two hands, threateningly. I was all too familiar with that tie hold. He’d used it before on me. And why did that sudden memory begin to surface as he took a second and then a third step in my direction?
“Don’t,” I warned again, backing up.
No words. He didn’t speak, just kept advancing on me, until my back hit a wall.
I ignored the weeping of my nether lips in my panties. Instead, I attempted to push at Aaron’s broad chest for the second time that day as he moved closer. The only change in his body was the flaring of his nostrils.
“It’s time to consummate our marriage,” he stated just before crushing his lips to mine.
A moan broke free from my lips, escaping into his mouth. That spurred him on, his tongue and lips taking possession…no...ownership of mine. The kiss was meant as his response to my attempted declaration just a few minutes earlier. I was his. He knew it and he made damn sure I knew it.
My head was lifted a few inches as his hand moved up, covering my throat. My nipples hardened even more, panties now flooding with need for him. For this. He leaned his body into me, his erection pressing into my abdomen. My entire body felt on fire. My clothes were suddenly an unnecessary barrier to what I needed. Aaron must’ve felt the same way because he tore his lips from mine, giving me just enough room to grab the white sheer top I wore out of the pants I’d tucked them in, pulling it over my head.
His lips captured mine again as soon as the shirt hit the floor but I felt his hands at the buckle of my belt, pulling it open, and unbuttoning my pants. Soon enough, my pants pooled around my ankles.
“Ahh!” I gasped out, tearing my mouth from Aaron’s, when his thumb grazed across my distended clit. I heard a tearing sound in the distance, only to realize that Aaron had just decimated yet another pair of my panties.
There weren’t any verbal announcements of me being his. My husband’s body was doing all the talking for him, and before I knew it, I found myself completely nude, laid out on the bed from which he’d just tossed my suitcase. He stared at me, with those darkened, stormy eyes, jaw rigid with emotion. His hands went to the buttons of his shirt, tearing it away quickly. Next went the undershirt he wore, exposing his entire upper half. My mouth went dry when he reached for his own belt buckle, rapidly lowering his pants until he was only dressed in a pair of black boxer briefs, the massive bulge pointing directly at me.
“Aaron.” His name fell from my mouth on a plea.
His eyes darkened impossibly more right in front of me. But he just kept staring down at my body. Slowly his hand went out, covering the pooch in my belly left after pregnancy. The tip of his index finger outlined the stretch marks that’d been with me since my thirtieth week of pregnancy. I remembered then that the last time we’d been in this position it was in a darker room. He hadn’t been able to fully see all the changes carrying twins had done to my body.
“Don’t,” he growled when I went to cover my belly and breasts, feeling a little insecure under the scrutiny of his gaze. “My children,” he said, low, his body moving over me. Finally, his eyes rose to meet mine. I didn’t have time to blink before he attacked me with his mouth again, using his knee to spread mine apart. He moved his hips lower so that his covered cock lined up with my pussy, pressing into me.
“Aaron!” I gasped.
His response was to hook his arm under my left knee, exposing me even more, and pressing into me again.
I let out a loud moan, still unsatisfied. He continued to pump his hips against mine, pressing his hardened cock against my clit, sending my mind and body at a dizzying pace. Yet it wasn’t enough, and he knew it. He raised my leg even higher, damn near splitting me in two, still pumping wildly, giving me just a taste of what he knew I needed.
“Please,” I begged, lifting my arms to his shoulders, digging my fingernails into them.
Lowering, he caught my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting it and then sucking to soothe the burn. He pressed at my core again with his hips and my back arched as the orgasm ripped through my body. My pussy lips fluttered, clutching at nothing. I squeezed Aaron’s shoulders, still needing more.
“Please,” I beseeched again.
This time he responded, pushing back to lower his briefs before surging forward, filling me all the way up with his member. I yelled, my screams filling the room. Aaron wrapped his hand around a handful of my locs, pulling my head back against the bed, and then running his teeth along my exposed neck. I shivered in his arms, feeling weak and strong at the same time. He plundered my body, taking what belonged him with each stroke.
Save for that one night at The Cage, my body felt fully alive for the first time in years. It knew where it belonged. I chanted his name, moaning it over and over as he glided in and out of me. Just before I could come again, he rolled us over so that I was on top, while he laid on his back.
“Ride it,” he ordered.
I felt too weak to even move but I pressed my hands against his chest, sitting up. I opened my eyes fully to see him watching me. His eyes were telling me that he didn’t like waiting. I felt my pussy cream even more at the unstated admonishment.
I lifted my hips before lowering myself onto his shaft again.
“Harder!” he growled.
I raised and lowered again, more forcefully this time. I squeezed my inner-walls, clutching around him. His fingers dug into the sides of my waist tightly, gripping me to him, assisting in raising and lowering my hips. I bounced on his cock, swiveling my hips on the way down.
“Just like I taught you,” he grunted, urging me on, reminding me of who my first lover was. Who had taught me all about making my body feel alive.
He lifted his knees, planting his feet, and then pressed at my belly for me to lie back against him. He would only let me take control for so long. His hold on my waist tightened even more, and he lifted and lowered his hips, riding me from below.
Wrapping my hands around his wrists, I held on as the building pressure in my pussy began again. I panted and moaned loudly, my entire body tightening up as the orgasm crested, flooding every inch of me. I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out everything but the sensations coursing through my body, leaving me feeling as if I was floating.
By the time I came back to myself, I was on my back again, Aaron over me, the veins in his neck straining as he came inside of me. We’d never used protection. He completely flooded me, the reverberations of my own orgasm still milking him of everything he had to give.
He pulled out just as one last spurt of his semen fell, landing onto my belly. He wiped it up with his thumb and then raised it to my lips.
“Open.”
My mouth went wide, receiving his come as if it were food for my very soul.
Slowly he withdrew his thumb, watching me as I swallowed what he’d just fed me. I don’t remember much after that, having slipped into a deep slumber not too long afterwards.