Chapter 31 Aiden #2
I forced my tongue past her teeth, fucking her mouth and her pussy at the same time. The beast inside me demanded I claim her hard, so there’d be no memory of her desire to leave me.
I pistoned into her hard, again and again, pushing her body into the mattress.
“Aiden… Aiden… Aiden!” she screamed, her moans in tune with my every thrust.
“Ah, fuck!”
“Yes… yes… yes… Don’t fucking stop,” she chanted against my mouth, mindless with need.
She was sending me into a frenzy of need for her.
Her back arched and she hooked her legs around me.
I ground even deeper until her entire body shuddered underneath me and my next thrust rooted me deep inside her.
It wasn’t enough. No matter how hard I fucked her, it would never be enough.
My mouth latched on to her neck, and I grazed my teeth along her soft skin.
This time, the whole world would know she was mine because I’d mark every inch of her.
Raven Callahan was all fucking mine. I gripped her hips as I pounded into her mindlessly, rutting like a beast. Claiming her.
“Aiden,” she gasped. “Oh… God… I—”
“Come for me!” I roared, tearing my mouth away.
She screamed my name, thrashing and trembling against the force of the climax ripping through her.
I thrust into her clenching pussy as she broke apart around me, my forehead pressed against hers, my own orgasm spiraling me into the void, where there was nothing except for us. My wife and I.
I came harder than ever before, spurting inside her and filling her with my seed.
An unfamiliar peace settled over me, catching me off guard as I rolled to the side, taking her with me. Her breathing was heavy and we stayed locked together, our pulses frantic. Her body was soft and pliable as I gently eased out of her.
I nibbled her neck affectionately, her chest rising and falling, and I could feel myself growing hard.
“Again?” she asked in surprise, nuzzling her face into my neck. “I thought older men lost their stamina.”
I chuckled, groaning as she raked her fingernails through my hair and along my scalp. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”
My cock was stiff, the thirst for her unquenchable. It had to be the fact that I’d dreamed about her for five years, mourned her, and now… she was here. Very much alive and very much ready to give herself over to me.
“Before you do, can I take a shower?” she murmured with a sated expression, her eyes closed.
A part of me wanted to forbid her to shower so she’d smell like me. Jesus Christ, I was fucking losing it.
“Great idea,” I quickly said. “We’ll take one together.”
Shifting slightly, I laughed as I watched her wrap the silky cream bedsheet around her before she stood up.
She shot me a glare. “What’s so funny?”
“I’ve seen you naked, Raven. No need to hide your body from me.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”
She moved around the room, muttering about her pain-in-the-ass husband and how she needed her skincare.
“How long will it take your brothers to bring my stuff?” she asked as she spun around, her green eyes darkening with desire, and I stilled as she trailed her gaze over my body. Raven was a wanton woman and I was more than glad for it.
“If they’re smart, they won’t come back tonight,” I drawled. “Otherwise, I’ll have to kill them, because I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
“Maybe I’ll have my way and fulfill my wicked fantasies with you,” she retorted, blushing.
I couldn’t help but revel in the fact that my wife got rattled by her hunger for me. Much to my regret, rather than pursue her wicked ways, she strode toward the bathroom.
I was out of the bed and behind her in the blink of an eye.
“Aiden,” she groaned, her back still to me. “Can a girl have some privacy?”
“A girl can. My wife cannot,” I growled, taking her wrist and forcing her to face me.
“Fine,” she hissed. “Then watch me take a shower, you freak.”
My hold on her wrist eased and I took her other hand—the one gripping the sheet against her breast—and peeled her fingers off, watching as the material slid off her body and onto the tile floor.
I was going to fuck her again.
“Aiden, you can’t—”
I crushed my lips to hers, silencing her as I cupped her ass. Her legs wrapped around me and I strode us into the shower. The motion sensor triggered the spray and rivulets of room-temperature water trickled down on us.
Our tongues tangled, the need all-consuming. Pushing her back against the tile, I trailed my lips down her neck as she tipped her head back, giving me better access.
My cock throbbed at her display of submission.
I bit into her soft flesh, one hand still propping her up by her ass. On impulse, I brought my other free hand to her mouth, my finger trailing her plump lips. As if on instinct, her lips parted and her mouth closed over my digit, her tongue sliding along the tip.
“On your knees.” The rough demand left my mouth, and instead of indignation, she slid down to the tile floor. Fuck, how that pleased me.
“You please me, wife,” I praised as she watched me with adoration, her eyes glimmering with lust. “Wrap those pouty lips around my cock.”
“You want to fuck my mouth, sir?” she breathed, her skin flushing anew. It was such a fucking turn-on. I’d come to the conclusion that as long as I talked filthy, my wife would let me fuck her all day.
“Yes, I do. No more talking,” I rasped. “Take my dick like I know you want to.”
“Yes, sir.” My lips curved into a half-smile. She had to have the last word, didn’t she? But before I could punish her, her hand gripped the base of my cock, making it twitch at her touch.
She took me deeply into her warm mouth and a groan left me as she slid me to the back of her throat, pumping her soft hand up and down my shaft. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her, memorizing every second of her like this: head bobbing back and forth as she licked and sucked my cock.
Much like the other time, I didn’t expect to last long.
My hand came around her nape and I slid my fingers into her hair, fisting it. I tugged it gently, ensuring her eyes were on me as she sucked.
My dick slipped from her mouth and her eyes came up, hesitation in her dark gaze.
“Is something wrong?” she asked while water droplets fell on my back, sheltering her face.
“No, everything is perfect,” I murmured. “Your mouth feels too good.”
Her hands came to my thighs and I guided my cock back into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip and I jerked my hips forward.
“Fuck yeah… Just like that. Such a good wife,” I praised.
She made a little mmmm noise like she was enjoying it too, and it made it even better for me. The bob of her head slowed down and I reached out, my fingers entwining into her silky black hair.
“Don’t let up. Don’t fucking stop until I tell you to.”
Her eyes locked on me, and her moans sent vibrations straight up my spine.
“That’s right, mo cuishle,” I rasped. “Fuck… Just like that. Take all of me.”
I went to slide my dick out of her mouth before I blew my load all over her tongue and down her throat. Though, it was exactly what I wanted to do, I wanted to smear my cum over every single part of her.
But Raven refused to let my cock slip from her lips, sucking me harder, licking, until I spilled down her throat. I watched her struggle to swallow it and then her tongue darted across her lip, taking every drop.
I dragged her to her feet and crushed my lips to hers, tasting myself.
“Did you like me fucking your pretty mouth?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your mouth is heaven. I can’t wait to do that again…”
She whimpered, pressing her thighs together, and slumped against me.
“I’d like that,” she whispered.
And then I fucked her again and again. The sun was rising on the horizon when she begged me for a reprieve.