We Fight, We Fall

by Nicole Callesto

  When I put the noodles in the boiling water, I look over my shoulder at him and bite my lip, trying to look sexy and ridiculous. The steam rises up from the water, and I fan my face. “Oh my gosh. This water is so hot Aiden. I might have to take all of my clothes off, because it’s just sticking to my damp skin.” I try to stifle a laugh at how silly I sound. It feels good to just joke around with the man I love.

  I look over at him and see that his eyes have darkened his body as stiff as a board. Um, I hope that didn’t turn him on, because that was just way over the top. Even for me.

  “Do it,” he says huskily.

  “Do what?” I ask him. Does he really want me to get naked? Because I’m pretty sure I don’t want to burn myself with hot water again. Thanks, but no thanks.

  “Turn off the burner and strip. We’ll eat later,” he says to me. Damn, he was serious. Oh fine Aiden, you win. I turn off the burner and put the noodles to the side. What is up with wasted food in the house? God almighty!

  I turn around towards him and see that’s he’s waiting for me. I unzip the back of my dress and slowly pull it down my body, kicking it the side of me on the floor. I’m just standing in my bra and panties, and I try to think of a good way to dispose of them. For some reason, whenever I take off my bra, it is so not sexy and really awkward. Ok, Emma. Think of something creative. Instead of finding the clasp at the back of the bra, I decide to just slip it down my body. I pull down the straps one by one. I follow by grabbing the cups and pushing them under my breasts, running my hands up and lightly pinching my nipples.

  This is definitely going better than I thought it would. No sense in him being the only getting a show. This is about me now too. I close my eyes and squeeze them harder, moaning at the pressure. I open my eyes and see Aiden looking at me touching myself, completely captivated. He hasn’t said a word yet, so I’m guessing that he wants me to continue my exploration. I stop pinching myself and lightly pull the bra down my body, flinging it off. I turn around and slowly pull down my panties, showing him my exposed ass. I throw them and put one of my hands on the counter. I use the other one to touch my center, gently teasing myself. I look over my shoulder and see Aiden stand up from the table and walk over to me. I turn my head back around and keep touching myself. I can tell that he really likes this and who am I kidding; so do I.

  I feel him come up behind me, seizing my hips. He kisses my shoulders and up my neck and whispers into my ear. “Make yourself come, baby. I love watching you touch yourself,” he breathes.

  I moan and pick up the pace, my fingers moving thoroughly over my clit. He keeps kissing me, paying close attention to my neck and shoulders, his warm breath tickling my skin. I feel his length press into my lower back, and I drive my ass against him. I hear him suck him a sharp breath, pulling me closer to him. I keep moving my fingers rapidly and feel my orgasm building. I lean farther over the counter, his body molding with mine. My hand grips the counter, hurting my bandaged flesh. I moan in pain and intense pleasure, feeling myself coming even closer to the border.

  I hear Aiden whispering to me. It sounds like, “Come, baby. Come for me,” but all I can focus on is my clit. I move my fingers a little harder, and the added pressure pushes me over the brink. I yell out, shoving my finger inside, my muscles contracting around it. I feel Aiden behind me, moaning and saying my name. I keep coming, and I feel a sharp slap against my ass cheek. I flinch and feel another slap on the sister one. God, that was so unexpected but felt so damn good. I finally finish coming, with one last spasm around my finger. I sigh loudly, relaxing my entire body.

  Aiden picks me up, carrying me over into the bedroom. My body feels like silly putty, my eyes clouded over. Damn, I came really hard from Aiden just watching me take care of myself. He places me on the bed, and I look up at him.

  “Get on your hands and knees, baby,” he says forcefully. Um, okay boss; whatever you say. I flip my body over, taking my flaccid arms and lift myself up on my hands, my knees flat on the bed. I barely feel the sting of my hands, my body disoriented to the pain.

  I hear him move around behind me, and a popping sound follows. Ah, the good ‘ol lube. Before I take my next breath, I feel a sharp invasion. I suck in a deep breath and moan, loving the feel of his finger in my ass. God, it’s been awhile since I’ve done this.

  He moves his finger in and out of me, massaging me with the lubricant. I feel him put in another finger, stretching me. I move against his fingers, wanting him even deeper. He feels my reaction, and he slips another finger in. Shit, that feels amazing. He keeps moving in and out, trying to get my body used to the infringement. I rock back against him, and he suddenly pulls his fingers out of me. I groan in disappointment.

  I hear him pull down his zipper and open a foil packet. Oh good! He’s just replacing his fingers with his sheathed cock.

  “You think you’re ready, baby? I’ll stop if you tell me to,” he says, his voice strained.

  “Fuck my ass, Aiden. Go slow at first, and then do whatever you want,” I say breathlessly. I feel his hands on my hips, his fingers kneading my skin. He bends down and kisses each ass cheek. He then smacks me again, and I buck forward, loving the tingle. He hesitates, and I feel the tip of his cock entering me, teasing my entrance. I moan at the sensation, anticipating more of what’s to come.

  I feel him plunge into me, knocking the oxygen from my lungs. Shit, he’s in all of the way now. It stings like hell and feels like I’m being ripped in two. Welcome to the wonderful world of anal sex! I hear him moan, and I try to adjust to the size of him. He doesn’t move; he just keeps still, helping me to get accustomed to his size. I wiggle my ass over him, and my muscles start to relax. Ugh, finally!

  “Are you okay, baby?” he asks with concern. I wasn’t okay a few seconds ago. I was pretty much ready to push him off and punch him from causing me so much pain. Luckily, the discomfort subsided, and it’s starting to feel really fucking amazing.

  “Yeah, I’m good. You can start moving now,” I say to him moaning. Yeah, I think I’m finally ready to get the show on the road. It always hurts at first, making way for intense pleasure. He kisses my spine, and I shiver from the touch. He slowly starts moving, and I just want him to go faster. Um, slut much? Just let him take his time, and then you can take it like a pro.

  “Your ass is so fucking tight. Don’t think I can last much longer,” he bites off in a rush. Finally! Now on to the rough stuff. I don’t say anything to him; I just show him. I buck back into him, driving him even deeper. He grabs my hips hard, shoving his cock in and out of me all the way now. He picks up the pace, and we both are panting, loving the friction.

  “Emma, come for me, baby,” he says. He plunges into me fast and deep a few more times, and I feel my body losing control. I arch my back, digging my fingers into the bed sheet, not giving two shits about my damaged hands. Damn, I can just tell how hard my orgasm will be. He pushes into me once more, and I start to convulse, yelling out. He stops pushing, letting me control the pace. My ass squeezes his cock, and I feel him grow even harder inside of me. I’m pretty sure he’s about to detonate very fucking soon.

  “That’s it, baby. I’m almost there,” he pants, holding my hips in a death-like grip. I stop convulsing, my used body falling limp. Damn, I can barely hold myself up anymore. He better hurry the fuck up before I actually pass out from exhaustion. He plunges into me over and over again, and I hear him yell, “Fuck!” Oh yeah, he’s already there. I feel him emptying himself into me, moaning my name. I’m so glad that I’m the one to make him feel this way. Glad I could return the favor after the best anal sex I’ve ever had in my life! He pumps into me a few more times, and then he collapses on top of me. Ouch, he’s heavy.

  “Um, Aiden. Cant. Breath,” I pant out.

  “Shit, Emma. I’m so sorry,” he says, raising and pulling himself out of me. We both breathe out sharply, hating the change. He flops down on his back beside me, and I sigh into the pillow. I turn my head over towards him and ta
ke a peek at my handiwork. He’s breathing heavily, his arm propped behind his head. He’s sees me watching him and gives me a satisfactory grin. I’m guessing he enjoyed himself.

  “Emma,” he breathes. “Baby, that was amazing. I love regular sex with you, don’t get me wrong, but that was…that was so fucking sexy. Knowing that I was fucking your ass, and you were there with me, urging me on,” he says amazed.

  “Aiden, you pretty just summed up what I was going to say,” I say smiling. He rolls on his side, facing me. He holds out his arm, and I scoot over to lay with him. He looks down at me, and brushes my face with his hand. He leans down and kisses my lips deeply with emotion. Damn, is he trying to get me in the mood again, because it’s fucking working!

  “You’re so beautiful, Emma; especially after you come. Your face looks so peaceful and happy. I want you to look like that all of the time,” he says.

  I look at him and smile. I hope that I can be truly happy all of the time too. Probably never going happen, but a girl can dream.

  “Well, it’s pretty hard to keep that post-orgasmic glow all of the time,” I say jokingly.

  “I can be a very patient and determined man when I want to be. I’ll make it my mission to change that,” he says confidently. “But first we go to sleep. You need to get some rest before work tomorrow, baby,” he yawns.

  I start yawning too, realizing just how tired I really am from all of today’s festivities. “Yeah, you’re right. I really don’t want to go back to work tomorrow, but I have to,” I say sulking.

  “Well, technically you don’t have to,” he says.

  “You can’t tempt me, even after all of that amazing sex. My brain is not that mushy, Aiden,” I say laughing.

  “Hey, I was just stating a fact. If I can somehow convince you to stay home with me, I’ll do it. I’ve gotten used to having you around actually. I really don’t want you to leave me tomorrow,” he says softly.

  “Aiden, I’ve only been off for one day. You’ll get used to me being gone at night. Although, it was very sweet of you to say that you’ll miss me. I’ll miss you too. So much,” I say honestly. God, he’s so cute after sex. I’ll just be thinking about coming home to him the entire time I’m at work.

  He smiles at me, pleased by my words. “Goodnight, Emma. I can’t wait to wake up to you in the morning.”

  “Goodnight,” I say back, kissing him softly. I watch his eyes close and follow his lead. My eyelids start to flutter, any existing energy evaporating from my body. My last thought before going to bed feels like a knife twisting in my gut. You may have been honest with him about Jeremiah, but he still doesn’t know the real reason you’re here. Oh fuck.

  Chapter 12

  I wake up to the sun making an unwelcome appearance. I groan and move my hand around, feeling for Aiden’s form. I don’t feel his warmth next to me, and I slowly open up my eyelids.

  “Hey, beautiful,” I hear. I look up and see Aiden standing in the doorway of our room. I frown at him and rub my sleepy eyes.

  “I woke up, and you weren’t next to me. That was a first and I must say, I don’t fucking like it,” I say to him pouting. He chuckles and walks over to me, sitting on the bed. He kisses my forehead and then follows with my lips.

  “I wanted to baby, trust me. But I had to get up and do some work. It was getting pretty late in the day,” he says. I look over at the clock and notice that it’s a little past two in the afternoon. My eyes pop out of my head, not knowing how I could have slept in that long. I haven’t done that since I was a teenager. I’m usually a pretty early riser.

  “What the fuck? How did I even sleep that late? I have to get ready for work and leave soon. Ugh, Aiden. Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?!” I ask frantically.

  “I tried, really fucking hard, Emma. But you kept groaning and pushing me away when I attempted to wake you up. I figured you could use the sleep. Last night really wore me out too, but I had to drag my ass out of bed. I woke up with a raging hard-on and wanted you to fix it, baby,” he says nuzzling my neck.

  My body responds to him immediately, involuntarily curling up against him. Ugh, you traitorous bitch! You need to get ready for work and stop messing around. I quickly pull my body away from him, and he looks over at me, startled by my abrupt movement.

  “C’mon, baby. Come back to bed,” he says huskily. I smirk at him, realizing his clever tactics.

  “You just want to have your way with me so I will be late to work, or not even go in at all. Very clever, Aiden,” I say smirking at him.

  “That may be the case, but I still fucking want you. It’s kind of like I’m killing two birds with one stone. You should appreciate my multi-tasking, if anything,” he says chuckling.

  “You can be a good boy and wait until tonight, because I will not be late to work,” I say, arching my eyebrow at him. “Now, I’m going to go and get ready, ok?” I say, telling him how it is. He breathes out harshly, rubbing his hand behind his neck. I love this tick of his. I notice he does this every time he’s stressed or frustrated.

  “Fine, I guess I’ll just have to masturbate when you’re gone then. It won’t be as good as you, but I guess I really don’t have any choice,” he says shrugging. I lick my lips, picturing him doing just that very thing. My nipples harden as the images of him float around in my head.

  I look the clock and realize that I won’t be late if I nix putting on make-up. I decide that I’d rather watch him than anything else. I lean against the bathroom door, watching him.

  “Go ahead. Touch yourself. Now,” I say softly.

  He whips his head towards me, shocked by my instructions. He just stares right into my eyes and then the corners of his mouth lift up. He unzips his pants, his cock springing free from the constraining material. It looks cocked and loaded, no pun intended, and I smile in appreciation. He reaches over and grabs the lube next to the bed, squirting the slick liquid into his palm. He slides his hand up and down his length, making sure that it’s smothered with it. He starts to moan, as he begins pumping himself in his fist. His eyes are sealed shut, his head smashed down back against the mattress.

  “Emma, Emma,” he groans. My pussy instantly turns into Niagara Falls, soaking my now ruined panties. I moan too, not expecting that I would enjoy this so much. It’s like I’m the one doing the touching; not him. I put my finger into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, sucking it back in and out. I imagine that it’s his cock, plunging deep inside my throat until he comes. I moan again and his eyes snap open, looking over at me. We both make eye contact, and he strokes himself harsher, wilder.

  I walk over to the bed, because I need to see him finish. I just have to. I sit next to him on the mattress to get closer.

  “Take your other hand and squeeze your balls, Aiden,” I whisper to him. His mouth opens faintly, and he complies. He cups himself, moaning loudly. I can tell that he’s so fucking close, and I just want to help out in any way that I can.

  “That’s it, Aiden. Imagine me touching you and exploding all over my hands. Me licking up every drop after you come,” I say, his strained face loving my dirty talk. He bites his lip, trying to contain the urge. His hips leave the bed, jerking up in the air.

  “Jesus Christ Emma, I’m coming. I’m fucking coming,” he pants, moving his hand frantically over his cock. He thrashes and moans, making me close my eyes in euphoria. I open them and see his release propelling out of him and onto his stomach. His cock twitches as his orgasm finally ceases. He’s panting from the extracurricular activity he just performed, sweat beading down from his forehead. He opens his eyelids and locks his gaze with me. I grin at him, proud by his lack of inhibitions and self-restraint.

  “Very nice, Aiden. That’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Like, ever,” I say to him seriously. He chuckles, his breathing labored.

  “When I do that alone it doesn’t even compare to you being there with me. That was fucking incredible, baby. Thank you,” he says sitting up. He pulls off his shir
t, wiping the cum from his stomach. He leans over, kissing my mouth. His tongue battles mine, and we moan in unison. I pull away and lean my forehead against his, panting.

  “You’re naughty, Aiden,” I say smirking. I lean over and lick his earlobe, gently biting it. I feel him shiver, and I grin in satisfaction.

  “Ok, so I’m getting ready for real this time. I’ll just throw on some clothes, and we’ll get the hell out of here,” I say. He just nods and as I walk away, I see the hunger still in his eyes. He just came, really fucking hard, and he still wants me? Damn!

  I grab my clothes, putting them on in haste. I go out to the living room and see Aiden waiting for me on the couch. He smiles as I walk over to him, and I reach out my hand.

  “I really wish you would just stay here, baby,” he says brooding. I sigh at him, not wanting to have this conversation all over again. Although, I will admit that I secretly love this attachment he has to me. I suffer from the same feeling.

  “I’ll only be gone a few hours, and then I’m all yours, Aiden. Just be patient,” I say reassuring him.

  “Uh, fine baby,” he says exhaling dramatically. He’s so cute when he pouts.

  We go out the front door and get in the truck, ready for the impending trip to work. We don’t talk on the ride over. I suspect that he’s butt-hurt that I won’t give in to him and just quit my job. I smile inwardly, getting a kick out of his unnecessary aggravation. I’m sure if I quit and lived off of him, he would eventually hate me. Kind of like the way he feels for his ex-wife. He doesn’t understand my reservations, and I’m okay with that. I’m sure most women would take advantage of my situation and milk Aiden for all he’s worth. He’s lucky that I’m so in love with him. I could never use him like that.