Chapter 17 #2
“Were you a Scout?” he asks, laughing softly, his eyes twinkling.
“Nope.” I pop the p, waggling my eyebrows, and he laughs harder. His big hands run up the back of my shirt, and god, his skin against mine is everything I want.
“Please be impressed by the fact that you’re talking about biting my dick and I’m still hard.”
“I am so impressed. Slightly terrified of what that might mean… but…” I trail off and grin at him like an idiot while he laughs some more.
Then I tilt his chin up and kiss the hell out of him, and neither one of us says anything for a long, long while.
It’s easy to lose myself with his body against mine, the surprisingly soft waves of his hair in my hands. When I move my hips, hitting the hard length of him, we both moan.
My eyes flutter open and Aiden’s staring at me with such hot, undisguised need that I’m surprised my clothes don’t just automatically go up in flames.
They don’t, though, so I have to make do with pulling everything off as fast as I can.
There’s nothing graceful or elegant or even remotely sexy about the sudden tangle of our arms and legs and pants and shirts, and by the time we’re both down to our underwear, we’re breathless and laughing all over again.
It should be this easy, this fun, all the time, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this relaxed and happy with anyone else.
Only Aiden.
I shed my bra, shimmying out of my very plain underwear, done with the build-up and ready for more, practically launching myself at him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, and the words stop me in my tracks. “Turn around?” he asks, doing a little turn motion with his pointer finger.
I do as he asks, self-conscious—until I turn back and see the evidence of his attraction hard in his hand.
Then I pretty much don’t care at all anymore about the many flaws and scars my body wears because I want him, and he clearly wants me, too.
“I like what you’re working with,” I blurt.
His eyes widen and he tilts his head. “You like what I’m working with?” He gives his cock a stroke, and I nod like an idiot.
“Yup. Two thumbs up.”
A massive grin splits his face, and he puts a hand on my hip to pull me towards him. He’s warm and his muscly arms feel just right around me, and yet, he’s gentle, slow, as he trails his fingers along the curves of my body.
My shoulder, my collarbone, the curve of my breast.
He dips his head to suck my nipple into his mouth, and I gasp at the sensation. His free hand finds my other breast and I moan, loudly, desire and need building between my legs.
Switching sides, he slowly, so slowly, runs his hand over my hip, pausing to look up at me.
Biting my lip, I nod and he slides his hand lower, between my legs, right where I want him.
“Fuck,” he says on a groan, nibbling on the lobe of my ear. “You’re so wet for me.”
A needy, wordless noise escapes me.
It feels so good, he feels so good—and it’s all I can do to dig my fingers into his shoulders and hold on for dear life.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take what you need,” he murmurs, the encouragement, the praise sending me higher and higher along with the expert motions of his thick fingers.
“Slower,” I say, hardly recognizing my own breathy voice.
He laughs, a rough grating noise that’s completely at odds with the now-gentle way he’s touching me.
“Tell me what you need,” he says, and when I make an impatient noise, he thrusts two fingers inside me.
I arch backwards as his thumb keeps up that slow, incredible circle on my clit, and I’m so close that I lose track of everything but the steady rhythm of his hands.
“I’ve got you, Sylvie.”
“I need more,” I say, slightly frantic with need.
“Good, good girl,” he says, voice full of amusement and appreciation. “I’m taking you upstairs.”
A weird noise comes out of me, and I’m not sure if I’m whining or agreeing, and the next thing I know, he’s carrying me—naked this time—up the last flight of stairs to my bedroom.
I can’t seem to stop kissing him, loving the pine-and-salt sweat scent of his skin, addicted to the way he feels on my lips and tongue and teeth.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he says, laying me down on the bed like I’m some kind of fragile doll.
“Sounds good to me.” My voice is dazed, and I don’t recognize it.
He laughs again, his eyes hot as they rake over my skin.
My breath stutters as his hands grip my inner thighs, and I exhale as he pulls my legs apart, baring me to him.
Never once can I remember someone looking at me like this, like I’m everything they’ve ever wanted and been too afraid to ask for.
His gaze sets me on fire, and somehow, I feel safer with him in this moment than maybe I ever have in my life.
Where has Aiden been?
“Now that I have you where I want you, I’m not sure I’m ever going to let you go.” The words pop out of me before I have a chance to reflect on how fucking weird they are, and my nose wrinkles as I hear them out loud.
“Oh, you think you have me where you want me?” he asks, slicking a finger through my folds. I suck in a breath and he chuckles. “Have you considered that I have you right where I want you?”
With that, he lowers himself between my legs, a devious smirk on his face.
“Watch me,” he says as my lids start to close in anticipation. “I want to see the look in those beautiful eyes when I make you come.”
“Fuck,” I moan, and his warm breath rushes over my oversensitive body as he laughs.
My hands fist in his hair as his hot tongue darts out, and then I nearly forget to breathe.
Aiden works me with soft, teasing circles of his mouth, remembering my admonition to slow down.
Pleasure scrambles my brain, fireworks sizzling all over my body, and I’m senseless, boneless, floating on a cloud of Aiden’s making.
Aiden props himself on his elbows, grinning at me triumphantly over my hips as I try to catch my breath.
“You look really proud of yourself,” I say.
“Well, considering I just made the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen scream my name, yeah, I’m sure I do.”
That makes me laugh, and my legs shake a little with what can only be an aftershock.
“That sounds like a challenge,” I say, attempting to raise my eyebrow.
Unfortunately, I still don’t have a whole lot of control over myself, and Aiden laughs again as he crawls up over my body, peppering my sensitive skin with kisses.
“Fuck, I love how responsive you are.” It’s almost a growl, and my breasts tighten as he pauses over each, gently biting them until I moan again.
“It’s my turn,” I finally manage, and I sound even more feral than he does.
“Oh, if you think this is about taking turns, sweetheart, you are so, so wrong.” His mouth meets mine, and when I taste myself on him, the kiss is long, and deep, and perfect.
“In my nightstand.” I point, very much wanting my hand back on him immediately.
“Got it,” he says, and I make a noise of distress as he rolls off me, finding the box of condoms.
Not fast enough, though.
My chest’s heaving, and all I can think about is how badly I want him.
“You sure?” he asks, muscles flexing as he eases it over himself.
I don’t think I’ve ever found that motion sexy, but here we are.
“If you don’t put that in me right now,” I say through gritted teeth, “I’m going to start screaming, and not in a fun way.”
He laughs, tipping his head back before shaking it. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much during sex. Definitely not because things were going right, at least.”
I glare at him. “Hurry it up, chuckles.”
Laughing, he holds his hands up, his cock jerking as he makes his way back to where I want him.
“If you’re going to give me a nickname, I don’t want it to be chuckles.”
“I’ll call you whatever you want if you keep doing that thing with your tongue.” It’s desperate and greedy-sounding, and we both laugh.
The sounds die on our lips, though, as our gazes meet. His eyes are crinkled at the corners with good humor.
I’ve never seen someone so handsome, so alive and happy to be with me in a moment like this.
My heart feels near to bursting.
He rubs the tip of his nose against mine, and when I mock-growl at him, snapping my teeth, he laughs again before fitting his mouth over mine.
He swallows the sound of my surprised ecstasy as he presses against my entrance, his fingers back between my legs.
I’m not sure what I’m saying, or doing—only that I need more of him.
Aiden’s patient, and gentle… until I bite his shoulder… just a little.
Finally, fucking finally, he thrusts deep and I cry out, scrabbling on his back as I meet his wild thrusts.
I don’t know how long it lasts, how long we last.
Maybe forever. Maybe not long at all.
It doesn’t matter.
It’s perfect, this time where we’ve met.