And exactly what she needed.
“Answer me,” he commanded as his hand smoothed over her ass cheek. The slight sting receded, replaced by heat. Pure, scorching heat that begged for more of his touch. “Answer me when I ask you a question. Are you feeling naughty, Mary?”
She pressed her lips together. As much as she felt compelled to answer him, to obey, she felt the need for his leather more. Aidan complied. Another strike, stinging, firing all of her nerves to attention. She hissed and gripped the edge of the sink until her knuckles turned white.
Aidan ran his fingers along her sex, hissing when he found the wetness now dripping down her inner thighs. “Fuck. You like that, don’t you, baby?”
He removed his fingers, but the sense of his touch remained. Another quick snap of leather shot bolts of sheer need through her core.
“Yes!” she cried, the tears flowing freely now. Mary wasn’t sure if they were from relief or embarrassment. At that moment, it didn’t matter. “Please! More!”
*
“Bare,” he whispered hoarsely as he fingered her short, soft curls and gave them a little tug. “I want you bare here. So I can taste you. So you can feel everything.”
She whimpered, but whether it was in agreement or acknowledgment he didn’t know. It was quite possible that she didn’t even register what he said; she was so aroused she might simply have been responding to the sound of his voice. The thought that he could do this to her with little more than a few words and light taps stoked his own need, already at critical levels.
He should have drawn it out, made it last, but he couldn’t. Not when she was wet and begging for what he wanted so desperately to give her. His pants quickly joined hers in a pile on the floor. Aidan snaked the leather belt around the front part of her hips, then positioned himself at her entrance. As he pushed into her slowly, he pulled on the belt, forcing her back into him.
It was good. So fucking good. She was so wet, so tight, closing around him like the hottest fist. Inch by inch he penetrated her, feeling her legs quiver against his thighs. Aidan fought the urge to plunge into her; dominance was not about pain, it was about pleasure. And Aidan was going to give Mary every drop of pleasure he could.
When he was fully seated inside her, he stilled. He leaned over, caging her body with his. In contrast to their lower halves, their upper bodies were still fully clothed. It was both strange and hot to experience the two different sensations at once. He slipped one hand beneath her shirt, lightly pinching her nipples through the soft satin of her bra. She moaned, her sex clenching against the sensations of being thoroughly stretched and filled to capacity while he tweaked her breasts.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked suddenly, his voice rough.
“No,” she gasped.
Several moments ticked by, marked by the second hand of the clock on the wall. He didn’t have a condom handy, not believing for one minute he would need one. Engaging in unprotected sex was unthinkable, but that was under normal circumstances. There was nothing normal about this, or this woman. Stopping now was out of the question.
“I’m clean,” he said.
“M-me too.”
“Do you trust me, Mary?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “Yes, Aidan. Please, don’t stop.” Mary nearly collapsed with relief when he began moving inside her.
He should have stopped. He should have pulled out the instant she admitted she was not protected. But he couldn’t. God help him, he just couldn’t. This was one in a series of recent late night fantasies – capturing the sweet Mary against the counter, having her submit to him, taking her from behind. How often did such dreams come true in such exquisite detail?
He rolled his hips, plunging into her repeatedly as she held on to the counter and met him stroke for stroke. She felt so good, so perfectly soft and hot and wet around him. He wanted it to last forever, but this was not the kind of coupling that could go on indefinitely. Brutal and carnal in nature, this wasn’t just sex; this was a claiming, a marking of the most primitive kind.
Relinquishing his hold on the belt, Aidan brought one hand around and started to rub at her swollen center. He needed her to climax, and soon, because he felt his release coming on hard and fast. With this claiming came responsibility and he would always see to her needs before his own. She cried out, rolling herself into his fingers to get the contact she so desperately needed while pushing back, impaling herself upon him with increasing speed and force.
“Do you want it harder, Mary?” he gritted out, clutching one hip so hard he feared it would leave a bruise. “Faster? Deeper?”