6. Nova
6
NOVA
I squirm on Aiden’s lap, feeling his hardness underneath me. He’s so firm and I have so many questions about his body. I grew up with my brother and his friends. I know what guys look like down there.
But I’m curious about Aiden specifically. What he likes and how he wants to be touched. I reach for the button of his jeans, fumbling with it.
He puts his hand over mine. “You first, angel.” Then he pulls the zipper of his coat down, revealing my t-shirt. I wish I were wearing something nicer than my Mount Bliss Library Reading Challenge shirt.
He smiles when he sees it. As if he senses my discomfort, he says, “Reading is very sexy.”
The way he’s looking at me, with a mix of awe and wonder in his gaze does something funny to my insides. Since I don’t want to examine the feeling too closely, I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it up. Tossing it on the couch next to us, I slip out of my bra next. I glance at Aiden and await his reaction.
I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I see his eyes darken and a primal hunger fill them. He twitches underneath me and I rock, grinding down on him.
Aiden quickly wraps his hands around my hips, stilling my motions. He puts his forehead against mine. “Please, don’t. I really want this to be good for you and I’m not going to make it long.”
“I’m hurting,” I explain, trying to ignore my body’s ache. I need to rub up against him, need that friction I’m craving.
He slides me off his lap and drops to his knees in front of the couch. “I want to try what the book was talking about.”
I give him a nod and reach for the button on my pants. He helps me out of them and my underwear. Just like that, I’m bare in front of the hot mountain man.
“Lay down and spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” his words come out strangled.
I swallow hard. Trust may not be my strength, but Aiden is so eager to do this for me. For both of us. Hesitantly, I spread my legs and search his face. I need to know he wants this as much as I do.
He cups himself through his jeans when he sees my glistening slit. “You’re beautiful everywhere,” he breathes, reverence filling his voice.
I lean against the couch and will myself to relax. It shouldn’t matter what he thinks about me. This is a silly practice session before he goes off and finds the woman he wants forever.
“Hey,” he reaches for my hand and squeezes again. “You still with me?”
I give him a nod, glad that he pulled me back into the present and out of my own head. He seems to have a talent for helping me with that. “Just nervous.”
His other hand goes to my knee, and he rubs a small circle over it with his thumb. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I reassure him.
He moves his hand higher, still rubbing circles into my skin. “I can’t wait to lick every inch of you.”
He leans forward and does just that, lapping at the tender flesh of my thighs. The sensation of his tongue against my skin and the sight of his head between my legs has moisture gushing from my body. The ache that was there on his lap is more intense now, more insistent.
He spreads my folds gently with his fingers. “So pretty,” he murmurs before he ducks his head and runs his tongue along my slit.
“Ooh, Aiden,” his name comes out as a sigh.
He does it again and again until I’m bucking against his face. I didn’t know it would feel this good and somehow, I don’t think it’s just because it’s sex. I think it’s because it’s sex with Aiden.
“Come for me, Nova. Let me see you break apart,” he whispers the words, his breath hot against my swollen flesh.
Cupping my breasts in my hands, I flick my nipples just as he swirls his tongue around my clit. At the same time, he slides one of his thick fingers into my aching wet channel.
There are so many wonderful sensations happening all at once. My body feels like a live wire, electricity dancing just below the surface of my skin. There’s so much delicious tension, so much bliss just out of my reach.
But it’s when Aiden hums against my clit that I wrap my thighs around his ears and come with a cry of pleasure.
He continues to play with my body, prolonging the euphoria until it builds up again. I’ve given up any shred of shame as I grind against his face in seek of my next release. When it comes, fireworks are exploding everywhere and my vision tunnels.
Aiden is over me a second later, his body stretched across mine. He’s naked.
I realize I must have missed the sight of him undressing while I was still coming down from my orgasm high.
“Good girl,” he kisses me, and I taste my essence still on his face and in his mouth. It should probably embarrass me, but I like it. I like knowing he wanted to take care of me first. “You’re so sexy when you’re coming against my tongue.”
“I need you,” I murmur as his cock nudges my swollen folds. I love the sight of him above me, the way he’s so big that he dwarfs me. I feel covered and protected underneath him, like I’ve found the safe place I’ve always been searching for. It’s too much, too intense. I close my eyes.
“Look at me, Nova,” he demands.
When I open my eyes, the tenderness in his gaze breaks open some part of my heart that’s been closed off for years. In his arms, I’m cherished. I’m safe. I’m home.
“I want to go bare,” he says. “I don’t have condoms with me and even if I did, I wouldn’t want anything separating us. I need all of you.”
I nod my agreement as a tear slips down my cheek. I never imagined I could feel like this, so treasured and special.
He wipes the tear away with his thumb. “You still want this?”
There are too many emotions running through me. My heart feels raw and exposed. I’m certain everything I’m thinking and feeling has to be written across my face. “I want you.”
He lets out a soft sigh. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that from you.”
Aiden aligns our bodies, positioning himself outside of my entrance. He thrusts in once.
I cry out in pain as he breaks through the barrier. He murmurs apologies as he presses kisses to my neck, already pulling himself out before he thrusts again.
The pain finally begins to fade after a few seconds, and I let out a shaky breath.
“You feel so fuckin’ good. So tight. So perfect,” he pants the words.
I reach up and trace the row of butterfly bandages on his forehead, wishing I could explain everything that’s in my heart. I’m surrounded by millions of words every day and I still don’t have any for this moment. For how perfect it feels for our bodies to be intertwined.
I feel the moment he comes, his seed shooting deep into my body. I like the sensation of his come in me, knowing he’s marked in a way no other man ever has. The thought has me clamping around him again.
Aiden collapses against me, staying still for a moment before he rotates our bodies so we’re lying sideways on the couch. His big body is tucked behind mine, spooning me and his fat cock is still inside my channel.
I groan at the way it feels to be so full of him.
“Think you could come again for me, my angel?” He whispers in my ear as his hand slides from my hip down to my mound.
I’m not sure that I can but the need to please Aiden is too great. I open my thighs, giving him my answer. He spreads our combined juices across my pussy lips, painting me in our arousal. Somehow that thought makes me even wetter and my channel clenches again.
“You’re doing so good for me.” He presses a kiss to the shell of my ear. “I’m going to count to three. When I say it, you can come but not before then.”
He reaches for my clit and strokes it slowly before circling it. I whimper at the contact, at how good his hands feel against me.
“One,” he says.
I brace myself for two, but he continues to circle me. My body is tingling all over and it takes all of my self-control not to hump his hand.
“Please, Aiden,” I beg.
“Two,” he murmurs, a dark chuckle in his voice. He’s enjoying this. He likes keeping my body on edge and controlling my pleasure. I think I like it too, the way his voice goes deep and growly when he’s in charge.
“Now,” I say, squeezing my legs together and trapping his hand there. He’s got to let me come soon or I might combust right here on this couch.
He stops rubbing me. “When you try to take back control, I start the count all over.”
I let out a moan that’s part frustration and arousal. This is incredibly erotic and irritating at the same time. I’m not even sure how that’s possible. “I’ll be good this time,” I promise.
“I know you will be,” Aiden reaches up to run his wet fingers along my stomach in a circle eight pattern. “Got my come all over you.”
“Yes,” I groan.
“You like knowing you smell like me? That my juice is spread between your thighs and on your pretty little stomach. One.”
He dips his fingers back between my legs. He circles me twice and I don’t dare move. I barely breathe. I’ve learned my lesson.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
It takes me a moment to even remember what the question was. “Yes, I like it,” I admit, my cheeks burning.
“Good,” he takes his hand from my mound, and I make a noise of despair. He pinches my nipple tightly between his thumb and index finger. “Two.”
His cock lengthens inside of me again and I clench my pussy around him. I’m not allowed to take control, but he didn’t say I wasn’t allowed to milk his big cock when it’s buried so deep in my body that it feels like we’re permanently fused.
“You hungry for this, sweetheart?” He asks as he releases my nipple. Blood returns to it, pounding in time with my sensitive clit.
I whimper, too far gone to even keep up with conversation.
He trails his fingers back down my stomach to my waiting pussy.
“Three,” he says the words at the same time he strokes the pad of his thumb across my clit and bites down on my earlobe.