3. Aidan #2
Glancing up to her face, I see her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted.
She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again.
Standing, I grab her hip bones and back her up to the living room until she’s against the sofa and no longer a fall risk.
Magnolia looks up at me, and the trust I see there churns my stomach—forces the truth in the intimacy at play.
As a whole, if you ignore the intimate details of fucking, it can be just fucking.
If you let emotion slip in, even just a little bit, it turns everything into something else entirely.
That’s what I avoid. That’s why I don’t remember what Wildcat looks like naked.
Why I don’t recall who I slept with last weekend.
Why my heart is beating out of my chest right now at the realization that I’m letting it slip…
for a woman I barely know because she deserves intimacy.
Connection. Even if I’m the fucked-up sap who has to give it to her.
With her neck in both of my hands, I lean her head back to give myself a better angle to kiss her senseless, my thumbs controlling her chin.
Her skin is smooth, her cheeks pink, and the scent of her arousal urges me on, regardless of my hesitance in giving in, breaking my own rules.
The kiss is deep, and I’m controlling every nuance, and I think maybe if I can dominate her completely, I won’t end the night a fucked-up mess.
Gliding my lips over to her ear, down her neck, I end with one nipple in my mouth and drag my lips over to capture the other one.
Magnolia moans, her hands fisting the back of the couch.
Swallowing hard, I grit my teeth against the urge to flip her around, slide my dick home, and fuck her wild.
Magnolia sighs, relishing the moment, and with tight control, I dip my head lower and kneel, pressing kisses on her flat stomach as I part her legs with one hand.
Her thighs tighten as she spreads her legs opening me to her soft, wet playground.
At first, I play with her gently, testing, rubbing, and gliding to find out what makes Magnolia tick.
When I let my middle finger slip inside the warm tightness, she screams out, clutching my hair in her hands.
“You like it when I’m inside you,” I say, licking my lips as her pussy clenches around my finger.
“Yes. Inside me,” she repeats back to me, voice harsh.
Magnolia scoots back so she’s sitting on the back of the sofa and opens her legs farther, an invitation.
Her gaze dips down just as I look up at her, and her face is this masterful mix of pure pleasure and blatant honesty.
“Basically any which way you can touch me, I like,” she adds when she realizes she has my undivided attention.
“Noted,” I say, leaning in to kiss her clit, my gaze on hers, my finger working inside her.
I want to see the second my lips close around her.
Magnolia buckles under the pleasure, and I scoot in to place her legs over my shoulder so I can eat her more easily.
Taking out my finger, I insert my tongue into her as far as I can and begin lapping at her with a furious pace.
Her thighs clench my neck, and I’m surrounded by the scent of her impending orgasm.
It’s slick folds and sexy moans, and my dick is straining against my jeans in the most unbearable way.
“I’m coming,” she announces moments later, her words a sigh of relief. She runs her hands through my hair and leans her head back when the orgasm rocks her body. I feel the waves on my tongue strong and deep, and I’d give anything to feel that clenching on my shaft.
“You look good coming,” I announce when her legs have turned to jelly and her grip has loosened.
Sucking at her clit now that it’s sensitive, I swirl my tongue on the nub.
She moves her hips against me, obviously not done with my attentions.
“How many more do you think I can give you?” I say, breaking my mouth from her pussy.
When she whimpers, I slide a finger back in and watch her eyes roll back in her head as I rub her G-spot.
Magnolia heaves a long, beautiful sigh. “I’m afraid to answer that,” she responds, taking her legs off my shoulders to stand on her own, effectively cutting off access to my buffet.
“It could go on and on. It’s been so long since I’ve felt…
” she stutters. “Anything remotely close to that.” Her face goes solemn.
I take her in my arms, picking her up. “What’s the mean face for?” I ask, walking her into my bedroom.
“Mean?” she asks, pulling away to look at my face.
She looks away quickly. “‘Mean’ might not be the right word. I rocked your world, and you’re looking a little glum, that’s all.”
She sighs and buries her face in my neck. “I didn’t realize what I’ve been missing, that’s all. All of this time alone. Hell, all of the years I was married, it was never about me. Not like that. Like what you just did,” she says. “I feel so stupid.”
When we’re in my bedroom, I drop her onto my bed.
She grabs the headboard, pretending to be overly interested in it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. All of this is making me crazy.
This night is already shot to fucking hell, anyway.
“He was a moron, you have nothing to feel stupid about.” Right?
I don’t know the guy, but he must be some special sort of stupid to cheat on a woman like her.
Magnolia sighs long and exasperated. “It should have been a sign,” she says under her breath.
“Get used to it, honey. Tonight, it’s only about you.”
When her gaze finally meets mine, she brightens at my words. My attention. Her face like the goddamn sun after years of darkness. I’ve never wanted to claim a naked body more than I want hers right now.
Not because I’ve marked her as unfuckable for the night, either.
Because I’ve never cared enough to realize there is worth in waiting.
I dive into the bed and bury my face into her wet pussy. I settle in for the night even if my dick is anything but settled. When she comes for the third time on my nose and face, she screams my name so loud that I come in my motherfucking pants.
There’s the difference. There’s the fucking difference. Groaning, I drag my slippery lips up her body. Her eyes are closed when my mouth lands on hers.
I kiss her with my eyes open.