Aiden



As I gently awoke from my rest, the morning light burst through the windows with a soothing warmth, and it was the first thing that met me. The second sensation was a tickling of scented hair against my nose, as well as a sensation of a smaller, softer body snuggling against my side. As the memories of the previous night came back to me, I couldn't help but smirk.

"Well, good morning there," I replied, putting my mouth near her ears. Sometime during the night, my arm had reached out, and her head lay lightly on it, close to my own. In a strange way, it felt good. It's not like I've never had attractive women before. But this whole thing just felt different. Her body went cold when she realised where she awoke, and I heard her rustle.

"How are you doing this morning?" I murmured this while touching her brow and tracing her beautiful facial lines.

"I guess I'm still alive," she cynically remarked.

That made me smile. "Are you more alive now than you've ever been?"

"Perhaps." She muttered.

"Perhaps only? That is something I need to work on. When I'm done with you, I want you to be very alive." I dipped down to take her mouth in a kiss aimed to brighten her up again before she could ask any more questions. My fingers traced the contours of her body. I appreciated how her body reacted to my touch; it demonstrated how sensitive she was to my touch and how much pleasure I could give her.
I licked her tongue and nipped her lips as she moaned. Her hips rubbed against me in an attempt to get relief. I knew she was ready, so I stepped back and rested my forehead against hers as I gazed into her desire-filled eyes.

"Tell me, sweetheart. I'd like to hear you pronounce the words out loud."

She was on the verge of crying. "I'm afraid I can't. I'm not going to do it. Isn't it enough that the way my body reacts tells you the truth? Please don't force it on me."

Still feisty, I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her, to dominate her.

"Say it," I repeated.

She shut her mouth, biting her lips closed. She shook her head. I grabbed her right hand and took it down to grab my hot member. She grabbed it instinctively and stroked it a few times.

"Say it, I demand it, and then guide me in."

Her breathing was nearly uncontrollable. She was in agony from need, and she knew there was nothing that could help her except what she held in her palm.

"I'm going to lose it if you don't fuck me right now. Please don't tease me and fuck me." She pleaded.

"That wasn't too difficult, was it?" I inserted my tongue into her mouth, promising her what was about to happen. She grasped the head of my cock and carefully slid it up till it touched her engorged clit, and I watched her eyes as she stared back into mine.
Her eyes glowed with longing but flickered with apprehension. She wrapped her legs around me and drew me into her embrace. "Please," she said quietly.
Damm! I slammed into her with a single thrust. She yelled out and threw her head back. I gently kissed her mouth at first, then she began to respond more passionately to my lips and tongue without much coaxing. I drew back and pushed in again. She was rapidly adjusting to the beat I had established. To look down at her, I propped myself up on my forearms. I was curious to see her expression while she was responding to the rhythm which I had created. Would she still remain feisty?
She still had remnants of embarrassment as I watched her, but it evaporated as the delicious tension in her core grew. I could feel her clenching around me. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, she gasped in delight when I kissed and licked her exposed neck. Her arm grasped my shoulders and then wound around to my back.



"Sydney, I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it."



Damm! she looked so beautiful! "Please," she whispered. "Please, Aiden, fuck me. Make me cum."



Her voice drew me out even further, and I began sinking in with an almost vicious force.

"Please! Please, I need you. Please, I'm almost..."

I lost it! Her sentence ended in a scream while I finished in a mixture of fevered agony and sparkling bliss. She had called out my name. I remembered that, too. Her voice had been full of satisfaction and desperate need.
Watching her only half-open eyes. I shifted to stretch lazily, turning, so that I rested upon my side, I propped my head up with a hand and regarded her with a thoughtful look.
Overall, I was ecstatic with the previous night's and morning's happenings, which had far exceeded my expectations. I knew I'd like her because she was young and attractive, but I couldn't have predicted her level of sensitivity. It looked promising, and it was only a small taste of what was to come. I had big intentions for my new acquisition.
I'd proved my control over her body; it wasn't enough to merely enjoy myself; breaking her was more important. She finally opened her eyes, flushed, and grabbed the sheet, she turned away. I took a time to examine the lovely small ridges of her spine as she faced the wall, unwittingly exposing her upper back for my sight.


"Sydney, look at me." I finally said.



"What do you want Aiden?" Came her muffled reply.



"I want you to turn back and look at me," I commanded.


She finally turned around. Her face is still bashfully red. In my case, I was in a fairly good mood. She looked at me but remained silent.

"I don't understand your detachment, I believe I have imparted a great deal of pleasure to you. You should have been quite grateful."

I couldn't help smiling when she rolled her eyes.

"Do you fish for gratitude and compliments for your...err. performance with every woman you sleep with?" She asked scathingly.

"Why are we discussing other women when I'm only interested in my lovely wife? Didn't I make you happy?" I smirked, noticing her flushed cheeks.

"I... I need to go..." she whispered as she sat up, the sheet encircling her.

She wanted to deny it, so I chuckled. For the time being, I'd leave her alone.

"There's a scenic trail through these woods, the path continues to the cliffs - a steep road in some respects, but the vantage is quite stunning. Would you like to see it?" I called out to her.

She was deafeningly quiet but nodded.
I laughed and propped myself up. "Your enthusiasm is downright daunting." Leaning forward, I adorned her temple with a kiss and nudged her ahead - briefly surprised when there was no reaction to these attentions.

"Hmm. So, go ahead and get dressed. We're going to eat some breakfast. I'm not sure about you, but I'm hungry."

I kept an eye on her, in anticipation of further mischief. This one tended to surprise me if her stint in the bathroom had anything to show. But after a moment, she merely rose from the bed, stiffly taking the sheets with her, and head to the bathroom. I didn't like her silence; this display of detachment was not going to work for long. I would make sure of that.