Where We Meet

4: Apologies

'Even the strongest of us fall off the wagon, don't we?'

-Edward Cullen, Twilight

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His fingers are inside me. His lips are on my neck. My hands are tied above my head and I am blindfolded. The pleasure that is pulsing in between my legs is almost unbearable.

He is slow in his movements. He slowly takes out his fingers, drenched in my juices, until just the tips of his fingers are inside me. I clench at the emptiness, wanting more of him inside me. He pushes his fingers in, and curls them up. They hit just the right spot and I moan so loud, that I feel embarrassed. At the same time, I could also care less. I writhe and beg him to let me come. If he would just give me a rhythm. If he would just go a little faster...

'I want to see you.' I say, breathless, feeling a thin sheen of sweat on my body from how wound up and on edge he has me.

'Not yet. Not until you come.' he says.

Suddenly, the scene changes. I know that what I am doing is wrong. My heart sinks, as I realize the voice I hear is not of Aaron's. I want to talk. I want to speak up. But the pleasure pulses through me, and envelopes my entire body, leaving me unable to speak.

'Hold it. Don't come yet.' Jay says.

I whine when he orders me to do so, because all I want to do right now is let go. It's almost painful how close I am to coming.

'Good girl.' he whispers next to my ear, taking the blindfold off my eyes. I see his dark brown eyes; his long hair curtaining his face; his expression of anticipation and pleasure. With that, he pushes into me, filling me so deeply that it sends me over the edge in that moment, and I have the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering, eye-rolling orgasm I have ever had in my life.

I wake up, gasping for air. I am disoriented because the room is dark, but another post-orgasm spasm pulses through me, and I realize what has just happened.

I don't understand why, but I start crying. I hear Aaron shuffling beside me.

'Kate? Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?' he asks.

He turns on the bedside lamp, and I see, through my tear-blurred eyes, how devastated he looks, seeing me cry.

'Oh, darling. Come here.' he says

I crawl into his lap, putting my arms around his neck, and I sob into his chest. I never thought I could ever dream of betraying Aaron. But it turns out, I had, quite literally dreamt of betraying him.

'Love, calm down. It's okay. It's over. I'm here. Shh.' he gently mutters words of assurance to me, stroking my hair, kissing the top of my head.

'I'm sorry, Aaron. I'm so sorry.' I mumble.

He pulls away suddenly, and I panic a bit, thinking I said too much, and he now knows what is going on through my head.

He looks at me, confused.

'Sorry for what?' he asks, looking me dead in my eyes.

I can't look at him for more than a second, but I know if I look away the guilt on my face will give me away, so I do the only thing I can think of.