Chapter 47 #2
While he sets up the tree in the stand, I unpack the strings of lights and the boxes of ornaments.
I can already tell that they’re all from one of the photos I sent him, just like the tree downstairs looks identical to another photo.
I love that he wanted to make my Christmas decorating dreams come true, but that he also recognized I’d want to be part of it.
And truthfully, I’m kind of thankful not to have to do it all.
Downstairs probably took a team of people hours to create, but it would have taken the two of us days, and that’s honestly not how I want to spend the limited time he’s home.
He’s left just the right amount of magic for us to create together.
It doesn’t take long for our smaller tree to come together. Once it does, Aidan tosses the fuzzy white blanket that will be wrapped around the base of the tree to the floor. I bend over to get it set up, but he steps up behind me and his fingers curl around my hips possessively.
“This part, surely,” he says, his thumbs hooking into my leggings, “can be done naked.”
A huff of laughter escapes me. “I wondered how long you could be patient.”
“I’ve been so patient, baby. Don’t I deserve a reward?”
I hum my agreement as he tugs the waistband of my leggings down over my hips and drops to his knees as he pulls them down my legs so I can step out of them. Then he turns me around and stands.
“God, I missed you so fucking much.” His words are half sigh, half groan, as he stares down at me, heat in his eyes, but adoration on his face.
“You missed me naked?” I say, smirking up at him.
He slides a hand up each side of my neck, cupping my jaw. “Hell yes. But really, I just missed you. I don’t like being away from you.”
“I don’t like being away from you, either,” I say as my fingers find his belt and start undoing it while his lips meet mine in a slow, drawn-out kiss.
But the minute his belt is unbuckled and I unbutton and unzip his jeans, pushing them down over his hips, he takes control.
Kicking his jeans off, he drags my sweater up and over my head before tossing it away.
Then he clasps my wrists behind me, and his gaze rakes up and down my body while I stand in my bra and thong, shoulders back and tits forward.
I’m wearing a sexy pink lace set he hasn’t seen yet, and it’s sheer enough to drive him wild.
I even teased him with that information back in the Christmas tree lot.
“Fuck me, I missed this view.” He leans down to drag his lips along my cleavage, then bends down further to press his tongue against the fabric over my nipple.
His hot breath and the friction from his tongue over the rough fabric have me biting back a moan, but when he clamps his lips around the stiffened peak and sucks me into his mouth, I can’t hold back any longer.
“Yes,” I hiss out. My hips press forward, toward him, my core clenching and my clit wanting the friction of his body. He switches to the other nipple and does the same thing, eliciting another moan and more pleading from me, which has him dropping to his knees to give my clit the same treatment.
Then he glances up at me, his full lips turned up at one side. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’m going to need a lot of directions.”
“You need directions? Or you just want to hear me describe what I want?”
“Yes.”
Before Aidan, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to take charge and voice my physical desires. He makes me want to try everything.
“Do that again,” I say.
Leaning forward and pressing his tongue to my clit, he circles over the fabric so the lace grazes across the sensitive nerves before he clamps his lips around me and sucks my clit between them.
Warmth floods my body. “Without the underwear. And I want you to feel how wet I am for you.” I step out of my thong after he slides it down my legs, and keep my feet spread so he has better access to me.
With his mouth on my clit, he drags his fingers through my center, and I can tell the slickness there is coating his fingers.
He pulls back slightly, looking up at me. “You’re so wet for me, baby. How long have you been like this?”
“Probably since you kissed me in that Christmas tree lot.”
“You should have let me make you feel good as soon as we got home.”
“Speaking of making me feel good,” I say with a wink, “did I tell you to stop?”
His warm breath hits my belly as he laughs, and then he brings his lips back to my clit. This time, he shows me no mercy, licking and sucking the sensitive area like he’s determined to make me come quicker than ever. And while I’d like that, I also like being in charge and want to prolong that.
Which is why I sink down to my knees, facing him, and pull his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it aside, and reach behind me to unclasp my bra. The minute it’s off, Aidan’s mouth is on me, sucking my nipple into his mouth and running his tongue over the peak fast and hard.
My core clenches tightly and I need more, so I put my hand on his chest. “Sit down.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His voice is tinged with amusement and longing as he leans backward and easily maneuvers his legs out in front of him, with one arm behind him holding him up. I move so one knee is on either side of his hips, hovering above him.
“Get down here with me,” he growls, pulling my hips down and entering me in one fluid motion. With me straddling him, he’s so deep I can hardly breathe. “You’re so fucking sexy when you tell me what you want,” he says, one hand on my hip and the other cupping my breast. “Keep going.”
I love the way he creates a space safe enough for me to let go of my inhibitions and confidently ask for what I want. The bossier I am, the more he likes it.
“Use me. I want it hard and fast, until we’re both screaming.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His hands and lips are everywhere, tugging at my hair with one hand while pressing into my clit with the other, sucking each nipple into his mouth with deep pulls before grazing his teeth over them, kissing his way up my neck, and whispering all the fantasies he’s had about me while he was gone.
My hips are moving frantically as I take him deep and hard, and then both his hands are on my hips and he’s pulling me down on him, rocking his hips into me so he’s grinding against my clit. “I want to see you play with your tits while you fuck me,” he says. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I can barely get the word out as I bring my hands to my chest, pressing my breasts together and toying with my nipples. I’m so fucking close, I can feel my orgasm on the periphery.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he tells me. “I’m never going to get enough of you like this—desperate and needy for me.”
I circle my hips, and he groans. “Yes, keep doing that.” And then he leans back slightly, bringing me forward with him and hitting that spot deep inside me.
As he slides against my inner walls, he stokes the flames of my orgasm until they are a raging inferno that consumes me.
I cry out and he showers me with affirmation, telling me how beautiful and strong and perfect I am.
And when his body curls forward, I cling to him as his hands hold my hips down and he spills his release into me with a long groan.
He looks up at me afterward, his arms still wrapped around me and his head resting on my chest. “I’m sorry,” the words are a whisper.
“Sorry about what?” I ask, running my palm along his jaw and then threading my fingers into his hair.
“I’m sorry we almost missed out on this. Not the sex, but the closeness, the plans for the future. I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like I didn’t want something serious and permanent with you. I will never, ever do that again.”
I press a kiss to the top of his head while I hold him to me. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you. You’re mine now, too.”