Chapter 46
Inked words on paper keep me company as I wait for Aiden to get out of the shower. The very descriptive scene of the two main characters'... sexual interaction, gives me a second heartbeat, it's a little weak and located between my legs.
The virtual image of a wet Aiden, moaning under the running shower head because of me is still etched in my mind, and my brain finds a successful way to connect what I saw mere minutes ago to what I'm reading now. It isn't helping my situation in the slightest.
Not that I'm complaining or anything. It's just forcing me to rub my thighs a little more intense against one another than usual. My lack of panties is a pro too... there's no hiding from him.
I'm not done with Aiden for the night, and by the rushed footsteps, jerking of the door and darkness outlining his irresistible expression, neither is he with me.
Thankfully.
I almost blush at my own thinking. Keyword being almost.
Hands grasp my legs solidly, swiftly dragging my body toward the edge of the bed where he's awaiting me like a predator it's pray.
No necessary coax floats between us. The air is thick with tension, driving us to the brim of sexual frustration.
I let go of my book, leaving the pages spread and flat against the mattress.
My eyes are locked on his lecherous emeralds as he allows the fluffy towel, that until now, hid all his glory from me, to the floor.
My gaze drifts across his naked figure. Studying all that is mine.
Chiseled muscles ripple beneath olive skin, golden glow assembles him tanner.
Droplets of water rain down his chest, monstrous ink glistening over prominent hip bones and blurring away inches before reaching the body part of his I crave most inside me.
Fist locks around his hard cock, impatiently dragging up then down, smearing that clear pre-cum all over and making the veiny muscle glisten deliciously.
"Open up for me, baby. You couldn't possibly think I was done with you, did you?
" Aiden rasps, not giving me a chance to react as he spreads my legs apart on his own.
Only the mere force of his grip makes me moan lightly.
Aiden grips his shirt that's swallows my body and forcefully pulls apart. The ripping sound of fabric fills the room.
A lick of his lips follows when he takes in the glistening centre of my arousal. A look so dark, crosses his face, alarming me of what he's about to give me. Startled, I gasp when he inches my ass over the edge, the tip of his dick brushing my aching bud.
A near scream ridges through my lips when he nudges me, once... twice... three times. Right by the center of it and I almost finish before we've even started. His hand remains steady on my waist, fingers pressing into me so hard, I hope it'll bruise.
"I love you. Fucking remember that," he rasps, soaking his lips into the flesh of my breasts, biting and licking anywhere but the buzzing bud, desperate of his attention. "Use your safe word the moment you want me to stop." He mumbles hoarsely behind the spots he's marked me with.
"Ye-ohh," My impatience reminds me to speak, and before I've even outed the entire three-letters signifying of my compliance, he's thrusting inside me. Hard and deep. Hitting that one spot deep inside me he calls his favourite, as it always brings me a little bit closer to destruction.
My back arches off the bed, lids squeezing shut in pleasurable pain. He doesn't wait for me to adjust to his massive size like the times before, giving me his all right from the start, ferociously tearing through my pussy, over and over again.
There's nothing slow and gentle about the way he pumps inside me.
It's rough and primal. And I love every second of it.
My moans detonate of the walls, perfectly synchronized with Aiden's.
It's hard to tell which one comes from who.
Bottomless emeralds glare into mine as he moves my body toward and away from him effortlessly, handling me like a lifeless toy.
His personal fuck doll.
The thought shines clearance over the obsessive I love you.
This is surficial, emotionless, fucking.
"You feel so fucking good clenching around me, baby." Aiden rasps, speeding up.
Sound of slick wetness and slapping of colliding skin turns everything dark; a raw, dangerous need lingering close around us. Shivers undo down the length of my spine when his hand possesses my throat, digits pressing hard into the sides, chocking me breathless.
"Such a good fucking girl, taking everything I give her." Aiden looks down at me and chuckles darkly, the sound raspy, vibrating through me. His grip re-positions my leg over one shoulder, the angle spreading me wider for him.
He bends his neck backwards when I clamp around him a second time, tighter than before. Feeling the hard length of his cock sliding in and out of me. Long, cavernous groans float out of him. The sound is addicting, numbing my mind into a thirst for more.
Sight above me is nothing less than breathtaking.
Sweat gleams along the sharp lines his face consists of, making his skin shine under the faint light streaming through the open bathroom door.
Moist strands of rich brown stick to his forehead, making him look untamed. It feels unreal how much of me he owns.
"I'm so close, Aiden." I breath shakily.
Moaning into his mouth when it closes over mine.
His skillful tongue memorises every inch of me, the caresses soft, but abrupt enough to feed our cardinal longing for each other.
The tips of his fingers pierce through my thighs, dreamily injuring me black and blue.
His chest pressed against mine allows me to notice his every rushed inhale.
A sensation so profound it inches me closer to the oblivion that is him.
"Come, Ry." I oblige. Waves of lust and razing want cramp my body under his, toes curling and hands holding onto anything they can reach, in this case his hair, hopelessly attempting to anchor somewhere in order for me to not lose it completely.
Aiden's knees give out. Body trembling with the eruption of his all-consuming orgasm and he crashes overtop of me. Sweaty bodies and quaking limbs glued together in the most sinful form of existence as we catch our breaths.
Scents of him and I combine, a silence so relaxingly passionate encompassing us.
Eventually, the bliss is over and so is his mass of muscles atop of me. He rolls next to me, arms reaching out to pull me into his side instantly, kissing my hair tenderly as I look up at him, a little stunned at what I just experienced.
"I love you." I tell him, returning the goofiness of his smile. Aiden smacks a kiss to my lips, long fingers with tattooed art inked on them, fiddling with the loose strands of my hair.
"Ti amo," the gravel of his voice is so prominent, it rises goosebumps on the back of my neck.
Throwing a leg over his, I roll half my body on top of Aiden's.
The scars have healed beautifully, but white lines faded into the black of his everlasting ink, remind me daily of the bullets he took for me, granting me with everlasting guilt.
Wet kisses prepped over the curve of my shoulder, slice through my thoughts, dragging me back to the present.
Sexy, five o'clock shadowed stubble covers his razor-sharp features, giving him a darker, maturer edge.
Teeth trap the bottom of my lips between them, biting down pleasurably hard and sending electric sparks straight to the suddenly buzzing place between my legs.
Although, we barely finished ten minutes ago, I feel horny.
Again. It's as if he's rolled me under some spell, always turning me desperate for him
Impulsively, my thighs clench together.
Aiden turns to his side, his warm palm glides underneath the hem of the blanket, claiming the curve of my ass in a deliciously scandalous way. Digits dig and mold one of my fleshy cheeks as he grinds me against him. The other, fondling my breast roughly, restlessly.
I feel my lungs working unevenly at the feel of his knuckles sweeping through the crack of my lower cheeks. Touching me in forbidden places we've never explored before. "Wha-what are you doing?" Query expressed in a gasp, enjoyment of his tantalized digits clenching my belly.
"Tell me to stop. You know the word, my love." Teasingly slow, his long fingers explore the texture of my tight apex a second time. Eliciting airy moans as they take their sweet time to feel and circle the untouched skin.
Any possible trail of insecurity fades when his familiar digits sweep through my sticky wetness and swollen slit. Dominating view never strays away from mine, daring me to moan louder, to do anything but obey as his other hand works on my chest, thumb brushing airily over my erect nipple.
Silken lips sweep over my neck, a low, sensual growl rumbling deep in his throat as we both sense my warm folds dripping atop his callused skin. "Always so fucking ready for me, yeah?"
I'm only able to nod, greedy for him to take it a step further.
Aiden stops, leaving me confused. Blood hums loudly in my ears as his fingers trickle over the swell of my legs and stomach instead, circling my belly-button and trailing to my hand.
Ever so softly caressing the skin in his grasp, at the same time guiding it downwards, close to where his short journey over my body began.
"Touch yourself and let me watch." Aiden drops my hand and stands up.
I find the time to admire the full length of his physique, even through the haze clouding my vision.
Tight butt, a lean waist and shoulders so ripped, they build his back into the perfect triangle, adorned by dark themed paintings.
Standing tall in front of the bed, animalistic eyes glint lustfully as he tears the comforter off of me. My naked body submissive under the intensity of his gaze. "What?" I ask ridiculously.
"Spread your legs and touch yourself for me." Gruff words light me on fire. "The way you would if I wasn't watching." Aiden tugs on my ankle, drawing me closer, until my feet are inches away from his thighs.
There's just an ounce of hesitance in me. The thought of him not liking what he'll see, but when he starts touching himself, letting out a long, deep groan, my resolve sinks and I spread my thighs, displaying my dripping pussy for the man I call mine.
"Good girl." He praises. I swipe my index finger up and down my folds.
Sighs, unnerving and full of promising desire float between my parted lips.
Sultry eyes fixated on his, dare him to do anything but watch, yet I know well enough who the upper hand belongs to in this situation, despite of the starving look on his face.
The tip of my finger scrape circles around my plumb clit. Accidental pressure makes me flinch, and when I stare at Aiden again, he looks mesmerised by the sight in front of him. "Just like that, baby, pleasure yourself for me."
Rubbing intensifies, sloppy digits playing around, slowly inching toward the finishing line.
"Please, A... I want you to do it." I beg, voice weak.
"Cum and I'll fuck you as a reward."
Triggering promise makes me shudder, moan under his watchful emeralds and my own strokes.
My name, her cry of release. She's so stunningly fucking beautiful as her body convulses helplessly with the aftermath of her orgasm.
The tint of satisfaction on her gorgeous face edges me on, makes me jerk up and down my cock faster.
And I know for a fucking fact that if I continue this way, I'll come before I've buried myself into the depths of her heavenly pussy for a second time tonight.
I haul her to her feet with a hand braced around her tiny wrist in a way that's borderline brutal.
Her chest heaves with each panting breath as we switch places, sweet scent of arousal overcoming my senses when she straddles my lap.
Dripping wet pussy hovers the tip of my throbbing cock. "Ride me, baby."
My eyes drink in her heaving breasts. Pert flesh topped off with rosy, erected nipples that just beg for the attention of my hands or mouth. A scratchy cry slaps against the skin of my neck when she slides down my length, warm muscles hugging my length wholly, making me hiss.
"Fuck," I curse groggily, clamping her fleshy hips violently hard.
"Wait, A." Ry begs me breathlessly to allow her a minute, nails searing through my skin as I fill her to the brim, stretching her wide and deep. Teeth pierce through her delicate shoulder; an attempt to compose myself.
She's been driving me fucking insane the past weeks.
Refusing to let me fuck her and being the good, obedient girl she always is to my doctor's instructions of no physical exercise.
It's been fucking torture and every single moment I get with her now, I savour a tad bit more than before. An appreciation of what I almost lost.
Her smaller compared to mine body, lifts off me before falling back down. The force pleasing us both the same. A pattern of rolling hips, upward thrusts and downward sinks forms, slowly unfurling our passion for each other.
"Yeah, baby, just like that." I tap my lips into her collarbone, "you fucking own me, lo sai?"
(you know that?)
Her responding moan is enough of an answer.
I swipe her hair away from her full breasts, lustfully watching as her heavy mounds bounce with each of her rash movements.
"I love you, A." Honest words, erupt a fuzzy feeling in my chest, the realization of that I'm her endgame too making it's presence known for the first time.
"Come with me, my love." I whisper out something that sounds a whole fucking lot like begging, my lips sloppily meeting hers as we both come undone. My cum leaks into her pussy for the first time, the feeling indescribable and new. To both of us.
Thank fuck, for birth control. I think to myself and bring her down with me. Five babies we will have, one day. One day far away from now, to be more specific. Rising chests stick to each other and the glimmer-y greens, I'd fucking kill for smile up at me.
"Fucking marry me." I exhale. Blurting out the last thing I was supposed to say, catching both of us completely off guard. By my rocketing heartbeat, I'd say I'm the most surprised of the two of us.
Avery's eyes widen for a second and she giggles softly, kissing my chin. "Ask in two years and I'm in."
"Good, that was my test-run, anyway." I shoot her a cocky smirk, while on the inside, I'm steadily melting into a fucking puddle, jumping on cloud nine and chocking on lucky charms at the same time.
She said two years, and I note today's date.