Chapter Eighteen #2
I groan, my resolve weakening by the second. “You can’t…We can’t do this. I can’t be what you want.”
“You don’t know what I want, Aidan.”
I pinch my eyes closed and rest my head on her shoulder, but it’s the wrong move because now I can smell her.
The hint of cherries mixed with sweat makes my head swim.
Her trapped hands move up, away from my chest, and when she wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers running through my hair, a shudder wracks my body.
“What do you want, then?” I grumble.
“Sex. That’s all I want. I don’t want dates or romantic dinners. I promise,” she whispers. “I want to feel what all the spicy romance novels tell me is real. Wanted. Sexy.”
Another groan releases from my lips. “You already are all those things, Mae.”
I’m at my breaking point.
“Please, Aidan…”
“Are you telling me the truth?”
“Yes.”
My cock is rock hard, and I push against her soft flesh, unable to resist her.
I open my eyes and breathe into her neck, her skin tempting me to break.
Fascinated beyond my wildest dreams, I watch it erupt in goosebumps.
She tightens her arms around my neck, and I run my hands down her sides, testing my willpower, and skim my fingertips down the side of her breasts.
Her breath stutters, and lust settles in my aching cock.
I dig my fingers into her hips, pulling her closer, and when she trembles harder, I move my hands to her arse.
I squeeze it hard and release a long groan.
“Fuuuck, Mae. Your body kills me.” I raise my head, needing to see her clearly. “Tell me about your dreams.”
She widens her eyes. “What?”
I grin, glad I’ve thrown her. “Tell me what you dream of me. I’m curious.”
I pinch her arse and lift her. She wraps her legs around me and with urgency thrumming through my blood, I carry her farther inside the dark stable, to the corner farthest from the door.
Once we’re safely tucked away, I sit down on a bale of hay.
Maeve pushes up on her knees, but I won’t have it and I pull her closer until she’s flush to my chest.
“Come on, now. Sit down and feel what you do to me. Don’t be shy.”
Her breaths fall harder now, louder, and fiery lust courses through me. I mould her buttocks, edging her closer until her legs are spread wide, her core right where I want her.
She searches my face, our rapid breaths the only sounds apart from the rain outside banging loudly on the roof. She does as I ask, settling on top of me, and I hiss at the friction against my hard-on. She grinds on my cock, slowly at first, then she bores down and changes the pace.
“I…the dreams are always different.”
I inspect her face, enjoying the direct stare she aims back at me, but I want to see more of her.
The urge to hear about those dreams is strong.
I keep her gaze locked with mine, even when I move closer to her breasts barely hidden in that sorry excuse for a tracksuit.
I lick my lips and glide my hands up, palming her breasts and rubbing her peaked nipples for a sweet, agonising moment before finding her face again.
I cup her cheeks and gently pull her face down to me.
“I won’t ask a third time, Mae.”
I circle our noses, teasing us both by not kissing her.
To tell the truth, I’m scared of what’ll happen once I take her mouth.
I doubt I’ll be able to keep myself from having her the way I want to if I taste her.
That I’ll break and just take her. The stables aren’t where I want to have her the first time, but there’s so much else we can do instead.
At this moment, all I want is for her to lose that cool of hers that she wears like armour.
“I dream of you coming into my room,” she whispers. The words skate across my skin, burning me. “Sometimes, I’m naked, but you’re still wearing all your clothes, and you tell me what you want me to do.”
A wave of lust settles in my lap. I lean away and roam her spine and back, pressing her even closer. I swear, my heart skips a beat from the sheer honesty shining in her eyes.
“Is that what you like? To be told what to do?”
I wait with bated breath for her answer.
Anything she needs, I’ll give to her.
Whatever fantasy she has, I’ll be the one to fulfil it.
She bores down and rocks once. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
I file away the information for later and lift my hips. I press a kiss to the hollow of her throat, and the soft vibration of her breath against my lips is all the encouragement I need to keep going. I nibble on her skin, sucking it gently between my lips, tasting her.
“Mmm. Sweet. What do I tell you to do?”
She claps a hand over her eyes and hides from me. I lean forward to press open-mouthed kisses across her chest and collarbone. Her skin tastes of coconut and berries…it intoxicates me.
“Don’t hide,” I croon. “I’m dying to know. Can’t you feel it?” I push up to rub against her core, rocking against her. My cock weeps with pre-cum, and it fuels the fire in my blood. “Feel how hard you make me? Fuck, you’ve got me leaking already. You must feel it.”
“Yes,” she whispers, now swaying against me. “I feel it.”
I put my hands back on her arse and stretch her buttocks as much as the stretchy material will let me.
“Are you wet for me? Talk to me.”
I want to touch her, to feel her slick heat, but right now, I need to know she’s here. With me. Giving in to me.
“Yes. I want your mouth on me…inside me…” I watch her swallow, and the seconds tick by. “I can’t remember…Colin didn’t…”
I still, my hands flexing on her hips. “He didn’t lick your pussy? Never?”
She opens her fingers and peeks through them. “He said he didn’t enjoy it, so we never did it.”
I growl. “What a fucking prick.” I move her hips again, faster, and look into her eyes. “I’d love to taste you, but we don’t have time.”
She removes her hand and clamps her legs around me, eyes wide with wonder. “You’re always the dirty talker in my dreams, and I like it.”
I chuckle, but it turns to a long moan as she rubs down on me harder. “Are you going to make a mess on me, Mae?” I pant.
Her gaze flashes with fire, the burning lust darkening her moss-green eyes even more.
“I think I might.” Her voice breaks. “If you suck my nipples, I definitely will.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m desperate to feel more of her.
I push the straps down her shoulders in a swift move, and the sight of her peaked buds when her breasts spill out almost makes me blow my load.
I open my mouth and close my lips around one pebbled bud, the sound of her gasp sweet music to my ears.
My eyes are so heavy, but I resist closing them.
The need to watch her pleasure as I suck her nipple is all I can think about.
My cock tightens more in my jeans the longer she rocks against me.
It’s agony and heaven all at once.
I watch her eyes turn heavy, then, as she throws her head back, mouth open in pleasure, I push my cock even harder against her.
“Aidan, oh…God!” Her rocking turns frantic, and I feel her wetness on my cock through my confining jeans.
I release her nipple and move my head to her other breast, sucking the hard nub inside my mouth.
I test her limits and move a hand down, wedging it between us.
There’s barely any room for my fingers to explore her, but I try anyway.
The wet fabric, her flesh hidden behind it, sends my head reeling.
“Harder,” she whimpers.
Fucking whimpers.
She buries her fingers in my hair, arching into me, and as soon as she tugs on the ends, her nails scraping my scalp, I release the last hold on my control. As my cock swells, I try to rub her clit. I bite down on her nipple and soothe it with a wet swipe of my tongue.
“This wet pussy is perfect,” I pant. “Greedy and desperate. Just the way I like it.”
My lungs burn as if I’ve run a marathon, and I have to release my hold on her phenomenal breasts. I think I lose my breath for a beat or two from the sight of them bouncing in front of me. I put my hands back on her hips to set the pace, helping her get herself off.
“Fuck! That’s it, yeah. That’s my good girl. Get that pretty pussy off on my cock, Mae. I want to feel you dripping on me.”
“Ah!”
She tucks her face into my neck, grinding harder.
Her muffled cries are an aphrodisiac. My cock leaks, and tingles shoot down my spine.
The closer I get to release, the more she shivers in my arms. Her trembling makes me pull her tighter, and I flick my tongue fast on her nipple, then suck hard on it.
Her body goes taut, and I feel a rush of wetness in my lap just like I hoped I would.
I groan.
“Beautiful.”
Then I come so hard, my breath hitches, and I close my eyes as shudders wrack my body.
My cum spurts, and I jerk my hips against her.
Her fingers are tight in my hair, her thighs still clamped around me like a vice, and my cum jets in my jeans.
I swipe me tongue on her nipple, moaning deeply as I rock gently against her and come down from my high.
I’m the most content man I’ve been in ages.
I can’t get close enough to this woman.
The thought scares me like hell, but I won’t be a prick like her former fiancée. I won’t push her away now that I’ve finally felt the promise of her.
Instead, I release my hold around her slowly and move a soothing hand up and down her back for another couple of minutes. I trace random patterns on her skin, finding every dip and curve fascinating beyond belief. This woman trusted me in ways I’ve never had before.
I won’t break that trust. I know it was a gift.
But in the end, I know I have no choice but to break our bubble.
I lick my lips and glance down, my lips resting on her soft breast, and squeeze her once.
“You okay there?” I murmur.
She nods against me, her faced hidden in my neck, but keeps as quiet as a mouse.
“I hope I wasn’t too rough.”
She releases a shuddering breath, shaking her head. “I’m fine, Aidan. Just…wow. I’ve never been so reckless in my life.”