His promise raises goosebumps across my skin that have nothing to do with the air conditioning. The truth settles into my bones: this weekend with him will leave marks deeper than any that might fade from my skin. No matter what comes after, my body will always remember his.
At his command, my fingers return to where I need them most, matching his quickening rhythm. Every nerve ending sings as the pressure builds, my body arching toward a peak just out of reach.
“Hands off,” he orders suddenly.
I withdraw with a frustrated whimper. “This is torture.”
Aaron’s movements slow to barely-there undulations, his body still fully joined with mine but denying the friction I crave. “Consider it a reminder for those video calls where you left me aching across state lines.”
My lips form a petulant curve. “Trust me, I won’t forget this.”
His expression softens momentarily as he leans closer. “Remember, ‘adjourned’ stops everything. I want to push you to the edge, not over it.” The gentle concern beneath his dominance, followed by that knowing smile, sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
My fingers work desperately as he thrusts deeper, his rhythm intensifying without warning. The pleasure builds so suddenly I can’t contain the sound that escapes me, my vision blurring at the edges.
“Aaron, please?—”
“Stop.” His command freezes me instantly.
I withdraw my hand, shaking. My eyes sting with unshed tears. “I can’t bear it,” I breathe.
“You will.” His voice is strained as he holds himself back. “Unless you use your word.”
He pulls away completely. I make a sound of desperation as he repositions me, turning me over and lifting my hips. I feel him poised there, barely touching me where I need him most.
“I’m begging you.” The words are barely audible. “Let me finish.”
“Not yet.” He gives me just the tip, a cruel hint of what I want. “Stay still.”
I try to push back, but his grip holds me still.
“For an attorney, you sure don’t know how to listen.” He slides in another inch.
I clench my teeth, trying to stay still as his words send shivers down my spine. His command is both maddening and arousing. My body is wound so tight I feel like I might snap at any moment.
“Please, Aaron,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
He rewards me with another inch, and I have to bite my lip to keep from pushing back against him. The sweet torture of having him so close yet not enough is driving me insane.
“That’s better.” His voice is thick with desire. “You’re learning.”
His hands caress my hips, thumbs making small circles on my skin. I’m trembling, suspended in this moment of exquisite agony, wanting nothing more than for him to fill me completely.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, still holding back.
“You,” I gasp. “All of you. Please, I can’t take any more teasing.”
He leans forward, his chest pressing against my back, his lips at my ear. “And what will you give me in return?”
“Anything,” I breathe without hesitation, beyond pride or pretense.
I feel his smile against my skin before he whispers, “Remember that promise.”
In one powerful thrust, he buries himself completely inside me. I cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming after so much denial. He sets a punishing pace, each stroke hitting perfectly, pushing me rapidly toward the edge he’s kept me from so many times.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. “Now.”
My fingers find my clit, circling desperately as he pounds into me. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear after beingdenied so long. I can feel myself tightening around him, my body racing toward release.
