Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
AIDAN
Iam so unaccustomed to waking up with someone in my bed that the feel of soft hands stroking my skin sends a shot of adrenaline flooding through my system.
My eyes jolt open. The soft light of early morning filters through the curtains, illuminating my room, and memories of Morgan and me here last night flash through my mind.
I’m not sure if it’s those memories, or the way she’s curled up against me on her side as she trails her hand along my abdomen, sinking perilously close to my dick, that has me so hard.
With her eyes still closed, she lets out a soft groan and her knee slides over my quad as she brings her center right up against my thigh, leaving a trail of wetness along my skin.
As tempted as I am to see where this leads, I’m pretty sure she’s still asleep and I don’t want her to wake up mid-thigh ride, humiliated that I watched her do something she wasn’t aware she was doing.
“Hey,” I say, bringing the backs of my fingers to her cheeks and running them across her freckles I’m always so desperate to see.
She freezes right as her hand slips onto my cock, and I can’t stop the way my hips press up into her waiting hand. She opens her eyes, her gaze locked on mine before her cheeks turn pink. I fucking love it when she blushes.
“Oh my god, was I just . . .”
“Desperate to be with me, even in your sleep? Yeah, I think so,” I tease.
She groans and goes to roll away, but I curl my arm up and around her back, holding her to my side. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m feeling the exact same way. I already woke up hard for you. You’re just helping me along.”
The way she stares at me without blinking makes me wonder if she’s never woken up to morning sex with someone. To be fair, I haven’t either, not for about a decade. But it seems like a really good idea right about now.
“Don’t tell me you’re not turned on,” I say, letting my fingers trail along the ridge of her cheekbone before I tuck her strawberry blonde waves behind her ear. “You’re so wet it’s all over my thigh.”
“Well, that’s humiliating,” she says.
“You can call it humiliating, but I’m going to call it my favorite way to wake up.”
“Yeah?” she asks, one eyebrow lifted.
I pull the sheet back so I can see her naked body pressed up against mine. “Yeah,” I say, tilting my hips up again so my shaft runs right along her palm.
Her fingers tighten around me, smooth and soft as she strokes me slowly with just the right amount of pressure. My head drops back to my pillow.
“Seems like it would be uncomfortable to wake up with a raging hard on.” There’s the small, teasing smile that’s so reminiscent of the easy way she flirted with me at the bar in Bermuda.
But the way she’s gripping my shaft, tugging up and around the head of my cock before sliding back down, is confident and determined.
“It’s terribly uncomfortable,” I say with a small chuckle.
“How ever could we make this better?”
In less than two seconds, I’ve flipped her up and over my hips so she’s straddling me, and her squeal of surprise, followed by laughter, spurs me on. I grip her hips, and she slides her wet center along my shaft with a sigh.
“Seems like you have an issue we need to make better too,” I tell her.
“Yep. Such a problem,” she says, tilting her hips to slide along me again.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab the strip of condoms. There are only a few remaining after the ones we used last night. As I tear one open, I tell her, “I want to watch you ride me.”
She glances down at our joined bodies, and in the early morning light, she crosses her forearms over her stomach. She looks self-conscious in a way I haven’t seen before.
“You are so fucking hot right now,” I tell her as I roll on the condom, “above me like this. I want to watch the way you take me when you sink onto my cock, and I want to watch your tits bounce as you fuck me.”
“Jesus, Aidan,” she says with a slight gasp.
I lift an eyebrow. “Oh sorry, am I not supposed to be honest right now?”
I’m hoping that knowing how turned on I am by the sight of her body will help her regain whatever confidence she just lost, but she’s frozen with the corner of her lower lip between her teeth instead.
“Tell me what the problem is so I can fix it,” I insist.
She huffs out a laugh. “You can’t fix my body, Aidan.”
“No, I can’t. Because it’s already perfect as is.” I slide my hands up her thighs and over her hips, then behind her to cup the globes of her ass.
“I think you’d say anything right now that would result in sex.”
“I’d say anything right now that would make you comfortable. Because whatever issues you see when you look at yourself are the exact things that are turning me on. Your body is lush and strong and soft. It’s perfect.”
She sighs and lowers her arms, but the hesitation I’m seeing on her face still bothers me. “Stand up,” I say, nodding my chin toward the side of the bed.
“What? Why?”
“I want to show you something.”
She scoots off me and mutters something I can’t quite make out, so I stand quickly and take her hand. With a gentle tug, I walk her over to my closet door and pull it closed so that we’re standing in front of a full-length mirror.
“What the fuck,” she whispers, her arms wrapping around her midsection as her gaze meets mine in the reflection. “This is my worst nightmare.”
I step up so I’m right behind her, so close my dick presses into her back. I drop a quick kiss on her shoulder before my lips move to the shell of her ear. “I’m going to show you what I like about your body. And if that doesn’t make you more comfortable being naked in front of me, we’ll stop.”
“Couldn’t we just . . . do this with our eyes closed or find somewhere dark?”
At this point, my body knows every inch of hers, but this is the first time we’ve been together in full daylight when I can see her so clearly.
“And deny us both the pleasure of watching while you come? I think not.”
I slide my hands up the outside of her thighs and over the curves of her hips.
Her skin is tight and smooth as it hugs her curves.
I settle my hands at the narrow curve of her waist, which highlights her hourglass shape, and her breath catches when my fingers curl into her hips. “Put your hands on the doorframe.”
“What?” she squeaks the word out.
I take her hands in mine and guide them to the trim around the door, placing them slightly higher than her shoulders so she’ll have an unobstructed view.
“Like this.” The position causes her to bend forward slightly, and her full breasts sway with the movement. My hips press up, grinding my dick into her back. “Fucking hell.”
I stay leaning over her, so my lips are right at her ear as my hands trail up her arms. “Your skin is like silk, I’ve never felt anything so soft.” I graze my knuckles along her triceps and then along the sides of her breasts.
She sucks in a breath when I cup the underside of each one in my hands, and the way she spills over my fingers, her hardened nipples straining for my touch, has a moan of desire slipping out of the back of my throat.
In response, her breathing grows quick and shallow.
“Do you see how fucking sexy your tits are, Morgan? Do you see the way your nipples are begging me to play with them?” The sweep of my thumbs across the pebbled mounds has her moaning this time, then her lips part and she closes her eyes.
“Open your eyes, baby,” I say as I spread my legs on the outside of hers, bringing our hips to more of a level height. Then I stand up, grasping her hip in one hand and my cock in the other as I slide it along her dripping seam. “Even through the condom I can feel how wet you are for me.”
She licks her lips as she glances down, watching me use the head of my cock to rub circles on her clit. I slide my other hand over her soft stomach and then back up to her breast where I toy with her nipple, sliding it between my fingers until she can’t hold in her moans.
“Do you see how fucking sexy your body is now?” I say. “The way it turns me on? The way I can’t wait to slip into this tight little cunt of yours?”
“Do it,” she says on an exhale. “Please.”
“What’s that, baby? Begging now, are you?” I tweak her nipple harder between my fingers and her responding moan is guttural.
“Yes,” she hisses out the word.
“Ask me again, and make me believe you really want this.”
“Please fuck me, Aidan. Please . . . don’t make me wait—”
I shove inside her in one long push before she can finish her sentence, and she cries out in pleasure as her fingers curl into the wooden door frame. With each thrust, her breasts sway forward and her lips part a little more until she’s gasping for breath as she watches me fuck her.
Listening to her beg for it and then watching her take my dick like this has me ready to come way too quickly, so I slip my other hand down her abdomen and find her clit.
I press small, tight circles over it as I increase my pace until her entire body is shaking and I suspect my arm around her rib cage is the only thing holding her up.
“Oh god,” she gasps, pressing her head back into my shoulder and squeezing her eyes shut.
“Don’t you dare shut your eyes, or I’ll stop.” My words are a rough demand and her eyes fly open in response. “I want you to see how fucking beautiful you are when you fall apart on my cock.”
“Oh shit . . . oh my god . . . I’m . . .”
“I know, baby.” Every muscle in my body tightens with the effort of holding my release until she’s done, and I watch in fascination as her mouth drops open and her tongue sweeps along her lower lip and she nearly screams with the force of the orgasm that shakes her entire body.
I hold her upright while she climaxes and then pour myself into the condom as her inner walls squeeze my cock, wishing there was no barrier between us.
My body curls around hers protectively once we’re both done, and after removing the condom, I pull us back onto the bed where she cuddles into me.
And the whole time, all I can think of is one singular word.
The one that can never apply to her: mine.