Chapter Twenty #2
Pulling me even further down the bed, Aiden throws both of my thighs over his shoulders so his face is inches away from where I’m wet for him. I can feel his breath puffing against my wet skin.
“Perfect. All for me, isn’t it, darlin’?” Chills skitter over my skin at the bass trembling in his voice, deeper than I have ever heard it, and I know that it’s me driving him into this feral beast.
“Yours.” My voice doesn’t sound like mine but then neither does his so I guess that’s fair. I want to pretend at least for tonight that I truly am his. That the affection he is giving me is genuine.
“Attagirl.” Not wasting another second, his tongue plunges into me like a man starved. The stubble on his chin rubs against my sensitive skin, driving me even more crazy for him.
Aiden is messy, it’s the most unbridled I think he has ever been.
The wet sounds we are making drive me crazy and I don’t care if his sisters hear as I moan out his name.
We are married after all, they shouldn’t be shocked at the idea we’re fucking.
Because that is what is happening, Aiden is fucking me with his tongue.
Just as the thought that I need more forms, two of Aiden’s long, callused fingers slide into me with ease like he can read my mind.
I’m so soaked for him I think he could fuck me right now and his dick would slide right in with no resistance.
Still, if he wants to eat me out I’m not going to stop him.
It has been my mind resisting him but my body is not on the same page.
My body is a whore for him and now I’m just going to let her enjoy it.
My back bows when his fingers bump against my G-spot, I feel the edge of my orgasm swimming in my blood.
Lights flash in the sides of my vision and it is suddenly hard to breathe.
Wetness gushes out of me, Aiden laps it all up like he has been stranded in a desert for a hundred years and I’m the elixir of life.
Sliding a third finger in is what pushes me over the cliff.
Somehow I’m soaring and yet I feel so safe with Aiden between my legs, I knew he would make me feel good but this is beyond.
My moans are a continued stream at this point, I don’t think I could form any words except his name and pleas for more.
“Fuck, Aiden!” My head is thrashing against the comforter and my fingers are so tight in his hair I wouldn’t be surprised if I pulled it out, but it would be his own damn fault. For being so fucking good with his tongue that it should come with a warning.
“Keep coming for me, Lynds, soak me.” Even as my orgasm starts to fade and my body starts to sag, he never stops his ministration.
His fingers pump and pump inside of me until I can feel the overstimulation creeping in.
Only then do I untangle my hands from his strands and push him away, though my arms are so weak I’m surprised he even feels it.
“I’m not done yet, wife, you’re not tapping out already, are ya? ”
My eyes flutter open to see him smirking that panty-dropping smile from between my legs. Too late for that, Aiden, my panties are long gone.
“Get up here.” My voice is hoarse from moaning but that just turns his smirk from flirty to self-satisfied.
“Shit, I don’t have a condom. There might be some in the bathroom, give me a second.” He goes to get up but I just wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him back to me.
“I have an IUD and I’m clean. Fuck your wife bare, cowboy.” It’s my turn to smirk.
“Fuck, Lyndsey, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” His hips grind down, his dick rubbing at where I’m still dripping wet from the magic he caused with his tongue. The way his eyes bore into mine connects us even more than the feeling of him inside of me.
“I’ll wait until after you make me come again.” I try to do what I usually do, flirt and deflect, but it’s hard when I want to bask in the feelings forming between us.
He doesn’t bother with words, Aiden just grips at the base of his dick before sliding it into me in one thrust. My walls stretch to accommodate him and even with how wet I am there is still a touch of pain.
I knew he would make me feel good but I had no idea what I was missing out on by pushing him away.
I could have been feeling this euphoria for weeks if I had been less stubborn.
My eyes flutter closed at the feeling of being satisfyingly full.
“Eyes on me, darlin’, or I stop.” Aiden grabs my chin, staying stock-still inside of me until I snap my eyes open again.
He must find what he was looking for in my green eyes because as soon as they meet his grey ones he starts to thrust. There are so many emotions on his face but the biggest is reverence.
He is looking down at me like I’m something delicate to him. Like I’m precious.
He doesn’t go fast, no, Aiden slides in and out as though he has all of the time in the world.
His thrusts hit deep, a slow, steady, breathtaking rhythm that is made to make me crumble below him.
I manage to keep my eyes on his even when each of his thrusts feel like they are in my chest, he is pushing that deep inside of me.
My moans turn to whimpers, pleading for more, but Aiden keeps his pace, building me up slowly until it is too much to handle.
“I need faster, Aiden, please.” My words are a whine in the hot air between us.
“So pretty when you give in to me, wife, you need faster?” He nudges his nose against mine, teasing me with the closeness of his lips.
When I nod, he finally picks up the pace and I almost scream.
He pounds into me then, quick but still as deep, like he wants to get deeper than anyone else ever has.
He is imprinting himself into my soul. He grunts next to my ear and the sound of him enjoying the feeling of my body against his adds to the building pressure.
That and the feeling of his bare chest rubbing against mine as he lowers to my elbows beside my head.
The friction against my nipples is other-worldly and with each thrust my moans come out more ragged until they are almost silent from pleasure.
“I can feel you squeezing me, Lynds, come for me. I know you need it,” Aiden whispers against the shell of my ear, but every one of my senses are on overdrive as I climb higher and higher.
The feelings are different than I’m used to.
My orgasms usually come quick and short, not this one.
I can feel the first pulses in the walls wrapped around him until my legs are shaking so hard I worry I’m going to give Aiden bruises on his hips from how tight my legs are bound around him.
I feel each one of my muscles freezing up, wanting to expand the experience.
My lungs struggle to take a full gulp of air.
Then it hits. Full force. I can feel every cell of my skin vibrate under his touch, I can see colours no human ever has.
Damn, I think I might astral project, I come so hard.
Aiden grinds his hips as far forward as he can, holding his dick as deep inside me as it will go.
The pulses of my orgasm spur on his own.
When he grunts out my name, I feel the warmth of his come spreading through me and it’s the strangest and most erotic experience I have felt.
The warmth of his skin and the heat of his come combine to heat me completely.
We are both panting when he collapses next to me, so close we are almost still connected, but I still grimace when his sperm starts to leak out of me.
As soon as he notices my discomfort Aiden slips off the bed and into the bathroom, coming back a few seconds later with a wet cloth and a smirk.
We don’t speak as he spreads my legs again, this time carefully cleaning up every drop until he is satisfied.
He mumbles something about grabbing some water but by the time he has slipped on some underwear and left the bedroom I’m already half asleep.
Sated, satisfied and tired as hell. We can talk tomorrow, I can’t do anything but cuddle further into the blankets as I let the darkness of the night overtake me.