Two Can Play

by K. M. Liss

  He looks up and smiles at me.

  God, that smile. The cute dimple. He's so dark and steaming hot, like a cup of strong Italian espresso with vanilla syrup that I want to sip at all day.

  I think I want his babies. Ten of them.

  But I need to get past the frigid stage first. And that's a big problem.

  “You look busy. What are you up to?” I ask, innocently.

  “Just replying to some work related emails. I get a few questions when I'm away.”

  “You must be an indispensable recording technician, or whatever it is you are.” I laugh.

  “Yep, definitely indispensable. The whole company would collapse without me,” he replies with a cheeky hot smile.

  “Wanna drink? I'm having a beer.” I really need an alcoholic hit right now to calm me down. Things are going crazy-shit in my head.

  “Yep, that'll be real good, thanks.”

  I go into the kitchen and bend down to get them out of the fridge.

  I turn and he's there. Right behind me. Much too close and much too gorgeous.

  “Oh...umm, there you go.” I hand him the two unopened bottles. I take a long, deep breath, holding it in.

  He puts them down on the counter as I close the refrigerator door behind me.

  Then he pulls me toward him, his hand on my waist and I gasp out loud in reaction, releasing my breath as he draws me close. I'm right up against his body. Tightly pressed. I'm losing it fast.

  “Come closer, you beautiful thing,” he says in a husky voice.

  “I'm as close as I can get,” I whisper. And in truth, his closeness is overwhelming. All the blood is leaving my head and rushing down to my lower parts to make sure I appreciate our closeness even more.

  “Kate. Listen to me...I'm taking you to bed.” His deep voice is confident and assertive in tone but his eyes seem to be begging me.

  “Oh God,” I reply in a whisper.

  This is it. The moment I've been hoping for and dreading. I don't know how to react. My body takes over.

  I'm suddenly terrified and shaking. My heart is pumping like crazy.

  I can't do this yet. I just can't... or can I?

  “Hey, baby, calm down. There's no need to worry. I won't touch you anywhere, unless you want me to. You can just hug me if that's all you want. You're in control, like you were earlier, the whole way,” he reassures me.

  “You promise?”

  “Promise.”

  He takes my hand and leads me off to the bedroom. My heart's thumping wildly as he strips off and undresses me. His eyes are glued to mine as we lie down, facing each other. My insides clamp tightly as he lifts his fingers to stroke my face, and leans over me.

  “I think we both need each other a bit here. Take it as slow as you like, forever if you want to, there's no pressure at all,” he says softly. My heart swells and my mind goes off somewhere completely wonderful. His lips touch mine, gently teasing.

  He holds me tightly against him. I love the feel of him. I'm not tensing or panicking even though his hard erection is pressed between us. I trust him completely. Instinctively I know he won't push me in any way.

  He rolls over pulling me on top. I'm looking down at his perfect features, at his serious and dark expression.

  I relax into him, my lips on his and we melt together, our tongues sinking deeply into each other’s mouths. It is the most divinely wonderful kiss. Passionate and sweet and so slow, like he's eating the best meal he's ever had.

  I'm sure I'm generating more heat than the sun. It's almost too much. He pulls away from our heated kiss, pushing me on my back and leans up on his side.

  He picks up my hand and takes a few deep breaths.

  “I'm giving you my hand, Kate. You can you can do whatever you want with it and you can give it back whenever you like. Treat it like your own.”

  This is so what I need to hear. I'm sure he's in my head and thinking my thoughts. I've never been in control like this before. With anyone. Ever. I'm the one with the power to choose. And I can choose what he does and when he does it.

  As I stare at his handsome face I'm amazed this totally gorgeous man knows what I want and need, and is willing to go slow, to wait patiently and do this for me. My confidence soars through the roof.

  I take his offered hand and lift it to my face. I rub it around my mouth and kiss his palm and fingertips. His eyes are riveted to mine, his breathing accelerating. I slowly move it down, around my neck, nuzzling against it with my jaw.

  “You feel so nice.”

  That's a real understatement. He's simply amazing...

  I want this, and him, so, so badly. I want his hands on me, everywhere. Suddenly, I know I can do it. And I'm going to do it. Inch by inch.

  I slide his hand farther down to my breast before I can change my mind and lose my nerve. I'm sure my eyes must be wild with excitement and I shiver with a mad rush of desire as his palm touches me. His warm hand molds itself to my shape and squeezes very gently.

  “All right?” he asks.

  “Mmm,” I murmur, I'm feeling more than all right. I'm burning. Everywhere. I'm buoyed by my bravery as I pull his hand down lower to my stomach. His fingers splay across my waist and he watches my face with a dreamy expression, his lips slightly parted. I don't know what he's seeing, but he looks so turned on.

  I close my eyes, summoning up all my courage. The final leap of faith. And he provides the perfect encouragement.

  “You should stop now. That's enough. Just let me look at you. You're so beautiful I could look at you for hours.” He kisses me slowly, tenderly, softly brushing my lips with his. My heart flutters wildly inside my chest.

  A massive bolt of need shoots through me and I move his hand down. I open my legs and position his hand right there, over my wet heat. I really can't believe I’m doing this.

  I take my hand away.

  I'm breathing hard, my heart pounding like a hundred drums. Nothing bad is going on in my head. There's no association with what's happening now and what happened fifteen months ago. I don't feel scared or worried at all.

  What I do feel is pure excitement and a very strong connection with him.

  “What should I do? Can I touch?” he whispers. His voice sounds strangled.

  “Yes...do whatever you like...anything,” I gasp. I'm actually aching for his touch, my whole body aflame. I can feel my problems receding in my mind as the seconds pass by.

  “You're sure? I didn't expect this, Kate. Please don't think that. And this feels way too fast.”

  I squirm against his palm, egging him on.

  “I'm sure. Please touch me. I really want you to,” I whisper. I can't believe the turnaround in me. I'm almost dying for him to do this now.

  I close my eyes in bliss as his fingers stroke me gently, through my wetness, back and forth, and I'm instantly rising against his touch, my legs widening farther apart. It's so exciting and feels so, so good.

  I'm willing him in. I want those fingers inside me, as far as they can go. And suddenly, in answer to my prayers, they're poised to enter, prodding at me.

  “Can I? Go inside you?” he asks in a ragged whisper.

  “Yes...my God, Aaron, please. I want it so bad,” I plead with real desperation that is growing inside me.

  I groan with pleasure at the hard feel of him as his fingers slide inside and probe my inner depths gently. His eyes are focused on my face, and he's watching me with a wildly heated expression as he withdraws, then slides them inside again and then again.

  “Kate...that feels just beautiful,” he sighs heavily.

  “Mmmm, more...” I moan loudly as he begins twisting them inside me in the most wonderful way possible. He couldn't be doing this any better.

  “Okay?” he asks, kissing me, his breath coming fast.

  “So, so okay. I'm in heaven.”

  His leg moves over mine, anchoring it down, his foot pushing my other leg farther away. His cock, still so beautifully hard, is wedged up against my h
ipbone. It's such a sublime feeling, what he's doing...the whole him is sublime and the experience is overwhelming.

  His thumb brushes my clit and he circles me slowly, over and over as his fingers slide and twist.

  I can't hold back any longer, it's been such a long time since I felt anything like this. I let myself fly. Fiery heat is radiating from my every pore as I arch my hips up to meet his hand, a little wildly and uncaring of the fact.

  I sense something kicking off inside him. He's losing his cool, like me, and I so want him to.

  “Oh God, oh God, please,” I begin to whimper uncontrollably, tears of release gather in my eyes as my whole world spins on its axis. My gaze locks onto his as I heave myself against his hand, really hard and needy.

  And I know exactly what I need right now. Something much bigger than his fingers.

  I roughly pull him on top of me with superwoman strength, and kiss him like I'm possessed. I grab at his very sizable cock and center him against me. I'm dying for it to go deep inside, filling my aching need to the brim.

  “Christ almighty, Kate, hold on...” he grinds out, his voice catching harshly in his throat.

  “Just fuck me, for God's sake...” I almost scream at him. I'm so desperate; I can't keep it in.

  He looms above me, like a dark angel, and with one long divine push he's stretching me so deep and so wide. I feel him everywhere. On me, in me, breathing harshly in my ear. A surge of heat rushes round me and I fly away to the most wonderful place I've ever been.

  I had no idea I'd feel this good so fast. How I adore him for doing it. For setting me loose, and freeing me.

  How is this possible?

  Is it Aaron or his actions? Whichever. I am extremely thankful. The tears flow unchecked, spilling down my cheeks.

  He moves inside me, slowly and gently and I'm so, so lost.

  I'm sobbing with relief and pleasure from the wonderful warm, hard pressure of him inside.

  More than a year of hurt and misery washes away from me.

  Gone, in one wave of tears. And it’s all because of him. He's given my body back to me. I've got control again. My mind has crawled out of that dark place it was where it was hurting and hiding, gathering in confidence and soaring high.

  His mouth caresses my teary face, peppering it with little licks and kisses as his fingers touch me, gently stroking the sides of my body.

  This is such sweet, soft loving. Feather-light strokes. Those big hands all over me, and his cock sliding inside with an achingly beautiful rhythm. It's spellbinding. Magical.

  I'm almost ready to worship this man.

  I'm coming out of hiding, emerging from my tortured shell. Finding myself again.

  I grab his hair hard, clenching it with my fingers.

  My whole body is crying out for more.

  I'm so full of dire need.

  I know he's treating me with kid gloves. This can’t be the way he normally is. He's moving so carefully, like I'm a pure young virgin and he's worried he'll hurt me. He's holding back, taking care of me. That's beautiful and tugs at my heart, but I want something else. The big everything.

  For him to let rip. I want it so much, and oh God, do I want to let rip with him, too. I'm almost at the point of screaming for it.

  “You're driving me fucking crazy,” he says, with a deep growling voice, his breathing hot and loud, his hand rubbing circles on my breast.

  I let it out. I need to. Or I'll explode.

  “Don't you hold back now. Do what you want. Do it. Anything you like.” I squeeze his backside in my hands, urging him on, digging my nails in really hard. My legs wrap around his waist tightly, and I'm arching up beneath and pulling him in really deep. “I want the whole, real you. Show me...,” I whisper in his ear, licking it and biting his earlobe.

  His eyes sweep across my face and his mouth finds mine as he takes me, so fast and so urgently, reaching every part of my craving insides.

  The real Aaron is more than a revelation. I'm being turned inside out, and it's more than wonderful. I'm wild with desire, lust and acute arousal and just about everything a woman can possibly feel when she has a man like him between her legs. Whimpering noises are rolling from my mouth, as it plays with his, tiny ecstatic sounds that mean so much more. He moves me around the bed, holding my legs, turning me over, thrusting inside, grabbing and mouthing at me like his whole world depends on having every part of me against a part of him. It's deep and hard and completely beautiful.

  He slows, almost to a stop, his heated breath against my face. “I want this to be so good for you, I need to slow up,” he whispers as he lifts my leg, angling himself slightly off center, a little to the side.

  “It couldn't feel any better than this,” I assure him, honestly.

  “You wanna bet on that?”

  And he's so, so right.

  My body reaches fever pitch as the sensation builds, taking me up to the edge. God knows how, but without any help from me at all he's found that sweet little spot inside me. The one small place that gives me so much.

  I rarely come through straight sex. I need more stimulation than that, fingers or tongue on the love button, but as his long slow strokes hit that spot over and over, I'm moaning with pure, aroused disbelief. I hover on the edge of ecstasy, as I reach that tipping point. I don't want to let go and fall over. I want to hang here forever, feeling the wonderful, hard pressure, the stroking and heavenly pulse that's throbbing inside me.

  I can't stop it. It's way too strong a wave coming up and about to wash over me. Again...

  This is heaven.

  “I can't believe this is happening. Oh baby, keep going, don't stop, please,” I groan, my voice trailing off as I start to come. All breath leaves my body for a wonderful moment.

  It's a blast of sensation. I'm exploding into a thousand parts, shooting into a world of pleasure. I don't think I've ever felt anything like it as I contract around his cock in amazing frenzy.

  “Aaron...oh my God, I feel...I'm…oh fuck...,” I moan in ecstasy, rubbing his head madly, twisting his hair into a tangled mess and squeezing him so tightly with my legs I'm sure I'm causing him real pain.

  I don't know how long I float there, in that hazy wonderful orgasmic place I'm in. He drives on, burying himself inside me, his mouth on my neck, passionately feeding my inner need for more. More of anything and everything that's him. I gasp as he suddenly withdraws and lies heavily on me, his full weight pinning me down. His groaning, panting, and gulping sounds fill my ear as he comes between us, the wet warmth spreading fast between our stomachs.

  I hug him even tighter, my lips against his cheek. I feel like I'm having a religious experience. Being baptized by the divine, god-like creature, I'm wrapped around in my bed. I love the pulsating wet feeling as it all oozes between us. Wet and silky and warm. I squirm against him, tightly, squeezing it everywhere.

  I drift away, my mind fuzzy and my body glowing with inner happiness, indulging in a moment of after-sex bliss.

  He lifts his head and looks down at me, staring deeply into my amazed eyes.

  I'm worshiping him right now. It's full on adoration.

  The biggest of smiles appears on his face and I can’t help but smile back.

  “Just fuck me, eh?” he says, running his finger around my jaw.

  “Sorry, got a little desperate.”

  “Please don't be sorry. I'm ecstatic about it, Kate.”

  “So am I. My God, Aaron, you don't know how wonderful I feel right now.” I pull his mouth down to mine and show him how ecstatic I am about things.

  He remains on top of me, covering me with his heavy, well-built body, his hair sweeping across my face as I rub his tongue with mine for a long, long time. He is without doubt the hottest man I have ever known. Everything about the way he looks, talks, acts, and moves sets me on fire. And to discover he's capable of caring and empathizing to the degree he has...well, I'd never, ever have thought Aaron would be like this.

  He's a real li
fe dark horse. A beautiful Italian stallion that I want to ride like crazy. Wild, fast and hard, the sweat dripping off us both, until exhaustion takes us over and we fall asleep, still joined together.

  He interrupts my rather heated erotic thoughts with an important practicality that needs to be addressed, before my bed is covered in the stickier part of him.

  “Come on, let's take a shower and clean up together. And then I can get you all messed up again.” He gets up and pulls me after.

  “Yeah, about that, you don't need to pull out. I'm on the pill.”

  “Really? I didn't think you would be, considering.”

  “It's a female thing. I've been on it since I was seventeen.”

  “Well that's good to hear.”

  I follow him into my shower and rest my head against his chest as the hot water beats down on our heads. I sigh with contentment as he washes every last trace of fear and worry away. He can’t take away the memory of what Ryan did to me, but perhaps he has given me back a feeling of hope. Of self-love. After my long period of sexless misery he's turned me around so effortlessly.

  Well no, actually it wasn’t effortless. He made every effort to show me I could take control. I am not a rape victim. I am a rape survivor. Something I didn’t think would be possible. I feel as though I am whole again, no longer a broken, loveless shell. Sex had been something I had loved prior to Ryan’s horrendous betrayal. I imagined it would take a much longer time to want and be able to have sex again, and even longer to really enjoy it like I just have. I'm really overwhelmed by the whole thing. How could this have happened? He must be an angel. I feel as though I can actually move forward and heal.

  HIM

  I wake first, and I'm completely ravenous. We missed dinner. I can't miss the main meal of the day, no matter what. My metabolism goes into shock. I turn and look at her. She's sound asleep. I'm feeling a little shaky as I get up, struggle into my jeans, and go into the kitchen to make a toasted sandwich for us both. I get the coffee machine going, put it all on the table, and then I go and wake her up. She looks like a real princess, lying in her fantasy bed, her hair spread over the pillow. My heart lurches with a painful ache. But strangely I'm smiling through it. I'm over the moon for her and even more so about us. I can't believe how good we are together and how damn good she makes me feel. Just looking at her sends me off somewhere.