Billion Dollar Stranger - Stephanie Brother Page 0,47

a needlepoint of anguish. I swipe at my face that's wet with tears.

"Let me go," he says softly, reaching out to cuff my hand that's still gripping his wrist.

"No," I hiss, shoving him hard in the chest with enough force to knock him off his feet and back onto the bed. His hand releases mine as his instinct to steady himself takes over. I release his wrist too and stand in front of him, breathing hard. I feel wild and angry as I lean toward him slowly until my mouth is a hairsbreadth away from his. His eyes search mine with confusion and something that looks like hope. "It's my turn, Aaron. You got to have everything your way. Now it's mine." I lick against his mouth, taking first his top lip, then his bottom between mine and sucking. He keeps his hands at his sides, resting flat on the bed. When I pull back, he's grasped the quilt in tight fists as if he's restraining himself from reaching out.

"Nicole," he whispers, almost a warning, but I'm not going to let anything he says get to me. I look down at his body, the beauty of it that I'd never been allowed to touch, and I want to feast on it. I deserve this much. I watch my hand reach out to touch the golden skin that rounds over his broad shoulder, and he shivers as my finger trace lower, over his bicep and then across his heavily muscled chest to his tight brown nipple, circling it lightly.

When I pinch it gently, he makes a strained sound, but I carry on regardless, down over the ripples of his stomach muscles, following the soft trail of hair from his belly button until my fingers graze the head of his hard cock.

I put one knee onto the bed, pressing the inside of my leg against his thigh and opening myself in front of him. His eyes are between my legs as I hold onto his shoulders and straddle his lap. "You see…this is going to go a little differently this time," I breathe into his ear, grinding my pussy against his cock. "This time, I get to take exactly what I want."

"Yes," he gasps, licking against my neck and stroking my hair that hangs over my breasts in dark streams.

"Yes," I say, reaching between us for his cock and holding it steady so I can lower myself onto it. I hadn't realized how important it was for me to have an element of control during sex. As I take him inside me, it's a different sensation; one of acceptance rather than surrender. I'm as wet as a river, and it takes just one downward push for our bodies to join, and he grasps onto my hips with desperately firm fingers that pull me toward him.

The feel of his smooth skin under my palms is so sensuous. I've missed being able to touch during sex.

Being more of an active participant brings a different edge to things. I know that I'm getting what I need, but I suddenly wonder about how he feels. I hold his face and bring his gaze to meet mine, and reel from the fear and the yearning I see there.

Aaron is scared, as scared as me.

I start to roll my hips, slowly at first, holding his face as I move, watching his lids lower with pleasure. He shakes his head slightly as if he's warring with himself, willing his body not to enjoy what is happening or his mind to not succumb to the intimacy of it. I stroke over his lips with my thumb, grind my clit against him and moan when I feel him start to swell inside me.

"Aaron," I say, not recognizing the sound of my voice. "Look at me." He shakes his head, so I put my face right in front of his. "You feel so good," I say, kissing his mouth. "I love touching you."

He moans as I speed my movements, pulling me tightly against him and rolling us, so the cool of the bed is at my back, and the heat of him is pressed on top of me. He takes over, thrusting into me so hard I feel myself shifting up the bed, and I wrap my arm around his back, pulling him down against me so we're mouth to mouth and joined as much as we can be. He's trembling, and I hold him tighter, legs clasped around his hips, arm