Billion Dollar Stranger - Stephanie Brother Page 0,44
"Keep them there," he breathes into my ear. If you move them, I'll stop."
His words are always the thing that makes me lose my mind, taking me into a place where my inhibitions are forgotten; white noise that blocks everything out. His hand in my hair is tender, stroking over the long loose strands that are tangled at my neck, over my back, and partially concealing my face. Firm fingers trace the line of my neck, following it down over the bumps of my spine to the small of my back, then up to where it curves into my bottom. He doesn't stop. When he traces the seam of my ass until his fingers touch my wetness, I exhale loud and long, but he does nothing more than graze my flesh. The bed depresses as he places his hands next to my shoulders and leans in to press kisses against my neck and lick a slow trail, following the path of his fingers. His breath is hot, then cold as it hits the wetness his mouth had left behind, and I can't keep still. As his tongue licks closer to my bottom, I start to squirm in earnest, and he reaches beneath me to pinch a nipple in response.
"Still, Nicole. Or I won't give you what you want."
Holding myself as motionless as possible, I wait, panting, desperate for more and scared of where he might go. I've experienced what Aaron is capable of in all its filthy glory. He knows what to do to my body to extract the most violent orgasms I've ever experienced, even at my hand, but it takes everything I have in me to succumb to the level of submission he seeks.
His fingers hold my nipple more softly, gently rolling it while his hot breath gusts against my shoulder blade, and the tip of his heavy cock rests between my thighs. It's as though he's swimming in the quagmire of his own thoughts, toying with me while he processes what he's doing.
Breaking his own rule.
I wonder if, in the cold light of day, he will feel worse after this or better.
"I can feel you trembling, Nicole." I shake my head. "Yes," he breathes with utter determination in his low voice. I decide not to deny it again, remaining still because I know that if I voice the truth, that it is him who is shaking, then the intricately woven spell that stretches thinly between us will be broken.
His fingers move to caress the skin of my side, from the inside of my outstretched arms and over my ribs, to the curve of my hip, in the most teasing of ways — soft strokes before harsh words.
"You like asking questions, don't you, Nicole? You like digging around to see what you can push to the surface. And now that you've got me riled up, what are you going to do with me?" His weight is almost entirely resting on me, heavy and powerful, making me feel tiny and utterly at his mercy.
"Nothing," I whisper.
"Nothing?" His mouth is right against my ear, and he takes the soft fleshy lobe between his teeth and bites down.
I gasp and nod, and he laughs darkly in response. "Not 'nothing’, Nicole. You're going to give me what I want, aren't you?" As he speaks his hand slips under my throat and grips as his cock kicks with arousal against my leg. "Such a bad little girl you are," he purrs, squeezing just slightly and canting his hips. "Making me break my rule. Is that what you wanted? I'd have fucked you anyway if you'd asked nicely…maybe."
I shake my head again and feel his mouth press wetly against my neck, sucking hard enough for me to moan, and I can barely breathe, but I don't care. I want him so much that I'll be as submissive as he wants, even though I crave the connection that comes from looking into his eyes and the soft touch of his lips on mine. I want to hold him close while he fucks into me. I want to watch our bodies join for the last time so I can fold those memories away into a safe place to bring out at a point in the future when I'm less damaged.
His hips shift to the side, legs nudging mine apart, and I feel the weight of his cock slip over my thigh until the hot head of it nudges where I'm wet and ready. One thrust, and