Retrograde [Completed]

Part 27*

Hope your broken hearts can do some resting now! Poems are both original, I hope you enjoy. ❤️

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"Come in." You move out of the way so that he can walk in.

He eyes you cautiously for a moment before stepping inside. When you turn around from closing the door his hands are in the pockets of his sweatpants.

"You had some things you wanted to say to me." His tone is hushed and not giving away any emotion. This wasn't going the way you expected. You thought he'd be excited.

"I did...I wrote something for you. Well, two somethings for you. A then and now moment if you will. Do you mind waiting here?" Suddenly you're feeling shy, like you're on your first date. This man has had you in all sorts of ways and you'd even had him, yet this level intimacy scared you.

"Sure." He shrugs, his eyes expectant, still hiding any other emotion.

You walk to your room in haste, going into a folder to get out the two poems you had written for him. You'd written these on pale pink stationary that was littered with white flowers. These were your gifts to him, something you hoped he would keep forever. When you come back out to the living room he's made himself comfortable, sitting on the couch. You make your way to him, taking your place next to him.

"These are for you." You hold on the two pieces of paper. He doesn't take your eyes off of you as he grabs them.

"How about this; you read the then and I'll read the now." The guarded expression on his face when he first arrived is start to crack and your nerves start to calm.

"That sounds fair." You say softly.

"After you, Ms. James." One side of his mouth pulls up into a smile, his eyes starting to smolder. He wanted you as much as you wanted him.

You breath catches and you have to clear your throat before starting to read:

"one too many times I ran to you
let you see me, and think I was real
that I wasn't some broken memory of who I used to be, some useless mechanism putting on a show
and you bought it, by the bundle
losing yourself in the consumption of a product that upheld none of its promises
the emptiness of us shocks no one and yet
we stare, wide mouthed, heart broken
wondering where it all went wrong
when it was doomed from conception"

"You have quite the way with words, Aisha. Useless mechanism?" He leans forward, not quite touching you.

The smell of his cologne envelopes you and everything in you wants to make love to him. But he still had to read and you still had something to say.

"Don't flirt with me, Aaron. It's your turn." You scold and he laughs. God had you missed his laugh.

"Yes ma'am. But be a good girl and do something for me first." His tongue flicks over his bottom and you look at him expectantly. "Come sit on daddy's lap." He gives you a smug smile as he leans back on the couch. You roll your eyes and sit on his lap, leaning into him.

"So much flirting, so little reading."

"I'll read once you spread your legs." He says matter of factly.

"Aaron-"

"Do as I say." He growls, one of his hands coming around to circle your throat tightly.

"Fine." You choke out, spreading your legs.

His other hand comes to around your waist and his fingers trail your waist band before he snakes a hand into your panties. His fingers find your clit but he doesn't move them yet. You squirm in anticipation, ready to feel his hands on you. "Ready?"

"Yes, sir." You can barely get the words out. And as he begins to read, his fingers start to move:

"falling for you was the easy part
like a star spiraling in space, shining bright
you lit me up in ways I've never glowed before
accepting the light was the hard part
darkness swirling around in me like the Milky Way
you became my everything before I knew it
and I dropped you, shattered you in shock in guilt
guilt that I now leave behind on a ship in the sea of him
pick up those pieces with me, I beg
love me so brightly that I can't deny you
so that I can love you too"

You moan as he finishes the last line, his fingers not missing a beat.

"Is this your way of saying you love me?" His lips are at your ear, his fingers still circling your clit, the pleasure overtaking you.

"Yes." You groan, your mouth going slack as his other hand releases your throat and makes its way into your pants, pushing two fingers into you, pumping slowly.

"Yes, what?" He teases, taking his fingers out of you. You grumble in protest.

"Yes, daddy." You whine, hoping that he'll start back up, and his two fingers plunge into you again.

"I want to hear you say it pretty girl." He croons sweetly into your ear.

"I love you, Aaron." You say weakly, trying to focus on the stroke and circling of his fingers. You had missed the feeling of his hands on you though it hadn't been long. But the way he was touching you was different. Softer. Sweeter. Filled with requited love.

"Louder, baby." He encourages, leaving a series of kisses on your neck.

"I love you, Aaron." You say a bit louder. You start to move your hips, pushing them up to meet his fingers as you feel your release edging closer.

"Scream it." His voice is firm.

"I love you, Aaron!" You yell the top of your lungs, and you feel yourself just on the cusp of your orgasm, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"Come for me, my love." His use of this new term of endearment unlocks your orgasm and you cry out his name passionately. He continues to kiss on your neck before whispering, "Now, let me make love to you."