“Aaron, I’m going to?—”
“Not until I say,” he growls, his rhythm never faltering.
I whimper, trying desperately to hold back the wave threatening to crash over me. My entire body is trembling with the effort, sweat beading on my skin.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “So beautiful when you’re desperate.”
His hand slides up my spine to tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back further. The slight pain mingles with pleasure, creating a cocktail of sensation that makes coherent thought impossible.
“Please,” I beg, no longer caring how I sound. “Please let me come.”
He leans down, his chest flush against my back again, his lips at my ear. “Wait.” His palm covers mine, halting everything just as I reach the precipice.
A sound tears from my throat—half-cry, half-plea—my entire body trembling. “Please,” I manage, voice breaking. “I can’t—I need?—”
“Listen to me.” His lips graze my ear. “I’m running this weekend. What I say goes. Are we clear?”
“Yes!” The word bursts from me. “Clear.”
“Good.’ His approval floods me with fresh heat. “Now we try again, but I want to see you.” He withdraws, guiding me onto my back once more. My thighs quiver as I lie against the pillows, naked beneath his gaze. His hungry eyes devour every inch of me as he positions himself between my legs again. The vulnerability of being completely exposed to him like this sends a fresh wave of desire through me.
“I want to see your face when you finally come.” His voice is low and commanding. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
He enters me again in one smooth thrust, and I gasp at the fullness. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.
“Now,” he growls, setting a relentless pace. “Touch yourself again.”
My fingers find my clit, circling with desperate need. The combination of his thrusts and my fingers quickly builds the pressure that’s been denied too many times. I’m racing toward the edge again, my body coiling tight.
“Aaron,” I gasp, feeling myself teetering on the precipice. “I can’t hold back?—”
“Look at me,” he commands.
I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection is electric, intimate in a way that both terrifies and thrills me.
“Let go,” he demands, his movements intensifying. “Now, Honeybee. Come for me now.”
The permission breaks the dam. I shatter completely, waves of pleasure crashing through me with such intensity that I scream his name. My vision blurs as my body convulses around him, each pulse drawing another moan from my lips. He continues thrusting through my orgasm, prolonging it until I’m gasping for breath.
Aaron’s control finally shatters. His thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release, his expression raw and vulnerable. With a deep groan, he buries himself deep inside, and I feel him pulsing inside me, his body shuddering against mine.
He collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest as we both struggle to catch our breath. My body continues to tremble with aftershocks, small spasms of pleasure rippling through me.
“That,” I manage when I can finally speak, “was worth flying across the country for.”
His chest rumbles with quiet laughter as he presses a kiss to my temple. “And we still have two more days.”
I nestle against him, feeling oddly content in the aftermath of such intensity. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, his heartbeat gradually slowing beneath my cheek.
His breath warms my ear. “You alright?”
“Better than alright,” I whisper, the truth in my words catching me off guard. “Just give me a minute before we go again.”
“No rush,” he murmurs, drawing me against him. “We’ve got days. But we should rest first.” His mouth grazes my temple. “Dinner at eight.”
I shift, my back flush against his chest, glancing at the clock’s red numbers: 2:07 PM. “Six hours. Plenty of time to sleep and… not sleep.”
“Mmm,” he agrees, his arm tightening around me.
