6.
An intense wanting was stirring violently between her legs as Cobb laid her down. He attacked her. Her body, vulnerable and yearning to his his touch.
The Extractor was gentle and attentive. His lips easily exposing her breasts. Freeing them from the lacy enclosure of her bra.
She only lay there. Allowing him to torture her with his sweet suckling of her nipples. Forcing them erect. His hands were warm and insistent. Riding her of her blouse and bra before she even knew what happened.
His yearning was pressed hard between her legs. It's harness threatening escape.
Although still clothed, Cobb rocked himself between her legs. She could feel the pool of wetness starting. Dampening her panties. His thrusting, but not penetrating gave her intense satisfaction. His lips at her breasts, his erection tormenting her aggravated sex.
She could give herself to him. Deny him nothing.
He moved away from her then. The Extractor pulling off her shoes. Pealing off her tight jeans, along with her panties. She lay naked before him.
A helpless victim to a man's lust. Her nudity was liberating. She felt embolden by the light that flashed in Cobb's eyes. He liked the way she looked. He found her nude body very pleasing.
She climbed up to a kneeling position on the bed and pulled him to her. The Extractor's hands going to her bottom. The contact of his skin on her bare flesh maddening.
She met his kisses hungrily as she pulled at his shirt. Impatient to rid him of it.
Cobb was not overly muscular like Eames, or lean like Arthur. His had a perfect mixture of muscle and fat that made his body comfortable and touchable.
"Dom." She breathed as she fumbled clumsily with his belt. It was too complicated. Took too much thinking to work it. Now was not the time for thinking.
"That's right." Cobb said. Approving of her using his first name. He easily unhooked his belt and slid it off.
She attacked his pants. Pulling at the well made slacks. Cobb allowed the assault as he tenderly kissed her. Seemingly oblivious to her wanton, frenzied aggressions.
She liberated his erection easily. It was just as beautiful as the man himself. Not overly large or distinctive, but she knew it would be pleasing.
She clumsily pumped him with her hands as he was kissing her. His breathing hard and labored. Her abuse of him taking it's toll.
"Lay down." He ordered. His voiced ragged and intense. That scowl of his had returned to his face. Only instead of anger or intense thinking, it was a look of unresolved desire.
She did as he commanded. The Extractor still having a control over the young Architect. He still had her respect and used it against her now.
She would let him take her. She didn't care if he used protection or not. She didn't think about Arthur or Eames or what it would mean for all of them if she was with Cobb. If she fell pregnant by him. If she married him.
She just wanted him.
As he was closing in on her, she saw it. The bedside table. An elegant silver frame. Cobb, his children... and Mal. The beautiful woman. Dead and gone now. Looking so perfect with their family. Like a magazine shoot. A perfect, beautiful family. On an impossibly idealistic beach.
"Cobb?" She asked softly.
"Dom." He growled as he fingered her wetness, preparing to enter her. "Call me Dom."
"Is this the same bed you shared with Mal?" She asked. Not taking her eyes away from that photograph.
She could feel him. His erection just outside her hot opening. His head ready to enter her.
Her legs were spread, her arms relaxed at her side. She was doing nothing to stop him. Only laying their naked for him.
Waiting.
Cobb stopped what he was doing. His gaze fixed on the silver frame with his beautiful wife.
"Was this the same bed you made love to her in?" Ariadne asked. Tears forming. Pooling under her lids. Blurring her vision.
Suddenly, she didn't want him. Suddenly, her passion for Cobb didn't burn so hot. The ghost of Mal was everywhere. Hovering around this home. How could she take her place? How disgusting was it to have sex with her husband in their marriage bed?
The Architect shamefully rolled away from the Extractor. Cobb allowed her. His vision transfixed on that photograph. Negligently left out. A reminder that he had a true love once.
"Ariadne." He said.
She didn't look at him as she hurriedly redressed. Neglecting her bra as all she wanted to do was leave.
She fled that master bedroom. The bedroom he had shared with his wife. Closing the door tightly so the children wouldn't see their father in the desperate state she was leaving him in.
Her face burning with disgrace, she fought back tears as Phillipa waved her goodbye.
~ Once again, she cried all the way home.
She managed to compose herself as she walked to her bungalow. Aware her neighbor was most likely watching.
She sobbed ugly shameful sobs as she ran a hot shower and scrubbed her body fiercely. Wanting to rid herself of the feel of his lips on her body.
Wanting to forget Cobb entirely.