29. Isla #2
The slow pull into his mouth, the soft lashing of his tongue, then his teeth set her blood to a boil. She ground against the hard bulge of his cock between her legs, her clit pulsing with need.
“Please, Aiden. We can spend the whole night fucking, but I want you now. Hard and fast,” she managed. “I need your cock inside me.”
“Fuck, I love it when you talk like that.” He moved his mouth to the other nipple. “But you’re going to have to be patient, my greedy little wife.”
As though he knew the way that term turned her on.
Two can play at that game.
She reached down for the buttons of his jeans. She unclasped it, pushing her hand down to graze the head of his cock.
She’d been smart enough to wear a skirt, which meant she didn’t have to climb off him to slide her panties to the side and press the wetness between her legs against him. And that close, that bare was like lava. She made a slow circle against him.
“Absolute fucking torture,” he breathed.
“I want what I want,” she teased back, grinding harder against him. She lifted herself enough to tug the zipper down, then pulled him fully free.
“Isla,” he warned, holding her gaze.
“Aiden,” she returned, pushing the head of his cock against her slick entrance.
He groaned, then drew her up into his strong arms, standing. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she steadied herself against him, the absence of him making her ache with need.
“I want you, Isla. I want to fuck you,” he said, carrying her over to the bed. “But we started something last week, and I have every intention of finishing it. I’ve been daydreaming of you ever since. And it starts with stripping you naked.”
He set her down gently and then pulled her panties and skirt off. She stared as he removed his own clothes, her heart hammering.
God, he was so beautiful.
It was almost unfair for him to be this good-looking.
His well-muscled arms and chest were chiseled and defined, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. He clearly groomed, too, and his hard, thick cock seemed impossibly big.
“How do you have time to look like a supermodel while working so much?” she managed, her mouth drying as he climbed onto the bed.
He knelt between her legs. “Running and lifting weights are the only hobbies I have left. The only place where I can set my mind straight.”
“Lucky me,” she said with a grin. “I fully appreciate the benefits of those hobbies.”
He chuckled, then pushed her knees farther apart.
Kissing her inner thigh, he traced his way closer to her clit, and she trembled with anticipation.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he murmured, his breath hot against the sensitive spot.
“And watching you come was the highlight of my year, Isla. But this time, I want to feel you against my tongue when you do.”
A shallow moan hitched from her throat as his mouth sank against her clit.
“Oh yes,” she managed, gripping the comforter below her.
He made a slow circle around her clit with his tongue, sending an electric pulse shooting hard through her, her thighs clamping hard around his head. He pulled away, just slightly. “You’re absolutely delicious,” he growled, before returning his mouth to her.
He’s fucking incredible with his mouth.
Her body started to quiver, and as she grew even wetter, he pushed his fingers inside her, satisfying—enough for now—the aching need she had to be filled by him.
“Aiden,” she panted. “I need?—”
She couldn’t finish the statement. The waves of pleasure grew stronger, and the pressure of his tongue against her clit increased.
“More,” she managed, then gripped his hair, holding him tight against her. Her hips rose to meet his kisses, an intense feeling bubbling within her, threatening to boil over with explosive force.
“Come for me, Isla,” he demanded, his fingers pushing deeply inside her.
She buckled, then her orgasm ripped free, tearing through her with force as she moaned loudly. Her ears rang, waves of pleasure tingling down to her toes as she fell slack against the bed.
He waited until she’d completely stilled, then lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Good?”
“Mm-hmm,” she moaned. Then she drew a deep breath, a wild, feral feeling coming over her.
“Come here,” she said, beckoning him farther onto the bed.
He climbed toward her, then she pounced, flattening him against the mattress. She straddled him, dragging her swollen clit over his hard length as she held his gaze. “But I want more.” Then she sank down on him in one fluid motion, taking him deep inside her. Hard.
Their groans were both loud and breathless. The feeling of him buried deep inside her made her pant, and she pulled back, holding his gaze.
Aiden was inside her.
Fully, deeply.
Inside.
“Oh God, Aiden,” she whispered.
Their mouths came together once again, the kiss deep and fast as she rocked her body against him, nothing slow and lingering as they fucked.
Right now, she just needed him. The feel of his cock buried deeply inside her, his hips pushing against hers, connecting with every grind of her body.
“I love fucking you,” she whispered, pulling away just enough to slide up and down his shaft.
“You’re a fucking goddess, Isla.”
She sank her lips into his neck, biting and sucking the skin there. She’d never wanted to mark anyone so much in her life. Claim him.
All for me.
“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” She ground harder still, a wave of pleasure beginning to swell to a crest.
“Yours, baby,” he growled back, bucking harder inside her.
Oh my God.
She rode each wave of pleasure that came with him, filling her to the hilt, then withdrawing slightly but never fully pulling out.
Deep. Intense. Intimate.
The way this had been since the second they’d gotten involved.
His hands gripped her hips tighter. “Isla, I’m going to fucking come inside you if we don’t change positions.”
“I can’t,” she gasped, grinding harder, her thighs clenching against him. She was so close to coming again. “Just come inside me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.” She returned her lips to his for another hot, frenzied kiss. His fingers dug into the bare skin around her waist, and he rocked her against him as a loud moan left her. Then she came with a cry, her body releasing as her core clenched around his shaft.
“Fuck,” he groaned, then she felt his cock pulse hard, his cum filling her.
After a few moments, they both stilled, panting against each other.
Her heart continued to pound, the sweet relief of the orgasm still flickering through her with gentle warmth. Maybe not how she’d intended their first time together to be— at all —but still fucking incredible.
“Are we okay?” he asked in a deep voice against her. “I know we hadn’t discussed it, but I did test after my last relationship, and I’m clean. But I came?—”
She kissed him lightly. “Same. It’s fine. I’ve been on the pill for years.” She rested her head against him. “I hope it was okay. I didn’t mean to stress you out.”
“Isla, that was amazing. You’re amazing. We can have sex however you want to have sex—bare, with a condom, with or without foreplay. I may even let you tie me up if you’re a good girl. Anything. I’m happy to oblige.” He dragged his lips to her temple and kissed her.
She nipped his earlobe. “You mean you want to do it again?”
“I wouldn’t be a particularly good pool boy if I wasn’t willing, ready, and able. Your wish is my command, darling wife.”
She laughed, then climbed off his lap, reaching for tissues. “Pool boy or genie?”
“Both. I take it I earned my way back?” Aiden took the tissues from her, then gently wiped the mess he’d made. Her throat tightened at the gesture, and she sent her hands on his shoulders, her heart squeezing in her chest.
Aiden, who’d gone to blows with his brother over her.
Who would sacrifice his friendship with Callum for her.
Who’d kept his word, after all.
Who knew her well— had known me for years— and still wanted her.
He’d never know how much that meant to her.
She nodded, not wanting to get teary-eyed at his comment about earning his way back. “You did. And you have me... husband .” She kissed his forehead, closing her eyes.
Maybe neither of them knew what they were getting into, but maybe it didn’t matter.
But one thing she knew for certain—she was falling in love with Aiden Camden.