Epilogue 1 #2
“That was hot,” I said between kissing his shaft. Unlike me, Aiden didn’t go flaccid once he finished. I had found myself a multi-session champ, which meant I could go all evening teasing and playing.
“Yeah.” He shook his head, widening his eyes as if he were waking from a dream. “Come here.”
He hooked his hands under my armpits, pulling me until I was half-lying, half-sitting on his body. I never grew tired of feeling this handsome man, my handsome man, underneath me.
“Somebody is in a mood,” I whispered. He held the side of my head.
While I thought I infused my actions with the emotions boiling beneath the surface, it was nothing compared to Aiden.
He kissed as if there wasn’t another man in the world.
When his tongue found its way into my mouth, it was my turn to gasp.
Bits of flame found their way along my arms. I worried they’d burn him until he let out a slight laugh, patting at them until they vanished. “Losing control, huh?”
That bastard. He knew exactly what he did to me. “In more ways than one.” It was my turn to grin.
I might have super strength, but even without powers, Aiden was no slouch. He grabbed me by the thighs, sitting me upright in his lap.
“Why the sudden take-charge attitude?”
“Too much?” The worry flashed across his face. I remembered the scared man I dragged into the shower. We had come a long way, but this newfound confidence was still fragile.
I kissed him in an attempt to quiet those lingering insecurities. Leaning my forehead against his, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Too much would mean there’s a world where I could get enough of you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Mind control? Possession? I know my Xander isn’t this cheesy.”
Okay, maybe I laid it on thick. “I was just curious.”
“You spend the day making life or death decisions. Why not take one or two off your plate?”
His hands found their way to my hips. They crept around until he held my ass, showing me he was in control. He wiggled his hips, adjusting himself as he lowered me onto his lap. It was my turn to gasp as his cock slid down the crack of my ass.
In three months, our nightly romps ended with me buried inside Aiden.
After a long day, I’d come in this sexy man and then reach around and play with his cock until he finished.
If I was lucky, we’d fall asleep in that position and resume partway through the night.
He had casually grazed my ass while slurping the length of my cock, but changing roles had never come up in our recaps of the previous night.
His eyes begged for permission. I couldn’t remember the last time I had let a man top me. I had always been in control, the one making the… Aiden wasn’t asking for himself. His eyes weren’t asking, they were offering.
Before, if a hookup had dared venture down that avenue, I’d have politely rejected by flipping them over. I didn’t want myself in a position where I relinquished control. I wasn’t good at it, but with Aiden, I wanted to try. If every action tonight was to say, “I love you,” I’d say yes.
I spit in my hand before reaching back, coating his already slick cock. I leaned back, almost too eager. As the head slid inside, I let out a gasp, my muscles tightening. Being struck down by a Lightning God didn’t cause as much of a shock as the sensation of Aiden’s girth slipping in.
“You okay?”
I bit my lip as I closed my eyes. I rested a hand on his chest and the moment my fingers touched the hair, my muscles relaxed. While I adjusted, my cock had leaked enough to leave a trail of wet hair on his stomach.
I started a slight rock, gyrating my hips just enough to feel another inch. I moaned loud enough the neighbors were going to need a cigarette. I threw my head back, sliding down the length of his shaft.
“Damn, you're thick.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
It would only take a couple of strokes and I’d cover Aiden in cum. Even without touching myself, I had to think of anything other than my penis. Math? Sports? The flight time of Pulse, the human rocket?
“Fuck me.” Not my more graceful line, but it was accurate. Aiden, the world’s sexiest boyfriend, had stepped up to the plate and taken control. It was a gift I offered few men, and from this moment, I’d be relinquishing it to him regularly.
His hands held my thighs in place as he pulled out.
With a simple motion, I felt empty, and I wanted him to fill that void.
With a thrust, I let out a moan. He repeated the action, drilling into me with determination.
But it wasn’t until he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a bear hug, that I found myself at home.
“Come in me.” It was a quiet request, although I wanted to growl it loud enough for the neighbors to partake.
He didn’t need encouragement. Pushing as deep as he could manage, Aiden growled into my ear. The sensation of him humming, of his cock thickening—I hadn’t been prepared. There was no point in resisting.
“I’m going to come.”
He let me go, to lean back with him still buried. He slid a hand under my cock. With a gentle squeeze, the tingling coursed through my body. He moaned again as I tensed, milking the last drop from his body.
The room lit up as the fire raced down the sides of my face, across my shoulders, and along my arms. I would have jumped off him, except his hand held my thigh in place.
He leaned away from the fire, but he made no indication he’d let me go.
Aiden accepted me and my weird, and as I struggled to catch my breath, I couldn’t hold back.
“I love you.”
As I waved the fire off, the room remained silent except for our panting.
I didn’t know the protocol. It was my first time saying those words to another man.
I couldn’t ignore that I had just covered him in cum and then followed it with an “I love you” chaser.
I suddenly felt exposed, even more than having a man buried inside me.
Starting to stand, he held me in place.
“You know it doesn’t count while riding my cock.” It took a moment before I realized he was giving me grief. To accentuate the sentiment, he flashed a toothy smile.
“Fine.” I sat up, forcing his cock from my ass, causing him to grunt at the sensitivity. “I love you.”
“I’ve known,” he whispered. He pulled me close. “I love you too.” Then he sealed the statement with a kiss.
Now I wanted to spend the night cuddling with him, the man I loved. “Bedtime?”
“Sure.” He pointed at his stomach. “Let me go wash this off. Tonight though…” He patted me on the side of the face. “You’re the little spoon.”
“If I must.”
“You must.”
It was the first of many…