Chapter Twenty #2
I feel him in every single part of my body when he threads his fingers through my hair, holding me to him, and I arch my back at the tingling sensations his touch elicits inside me.
The taste of him overpowers me. The intensity of his stare is overwhelming and offers an intimacy I’m not ready for.
Even if I had the strength to hold his eyes, I couldn’t bear to share it with him.
Instead, I give in to the pleasure his tongue gives me with each twirl around mine, and I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.
The sensations coursing through my veins become stronger behind the darkness of my eyelids, and I surrender fully as Aidan tips my head back, his low groan and hard lips demanding more, more…
more. He pushes his knee between my legs, putting just the right amount of pressure against my core, and my breath hitches.
Oh, gosh, I hope he has sex with the same intensity as he kisses me: hard, commanding…fierce.
He leaves my mouth, and his breaths heave against my chest as if he’s run a marathon.
“Fuck, Maeve. What are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know.”
I don’t even manage to open my eyes again before his mouth is on my neck, his lips leaving a hot trail down my scorching skin, while his hands grow more insistent on my hips and arse.
I tip my head back on a loud moan, ripples of tingling pleasure cover my skin.
He pushes his knee between my legs, hitting just the right spot, and the throbbing in my clit intensifies.
I place my hands on his strong shoulders, curling my fingers into the fabric and tearing at it.
I hold on tight as I press my centre against him, my clit pulsing with a need and yearning that no one has managed to elicit before.
“Fuck me, you’re so responsive.” Aidan nips at the sensitive skin behind my ear, and I jump at the sting that he leaves on my burning skin. “Are you already wet?” he murmurs. “I bet you are.”
I swallow the dryness in my throat and nod.
“Is this what you wanted from me? What you need?”
“Yes.”
“Am I going to find your pussy glistening if I get on my knees?”
Why is it so hot when he talks filthy to me?
“Maybe.”
“I want a taste.”
I try to shake the fog of lust, but he’s already kneeling before me.
“Wh-what? Here?” I blink.
He licks his lips and pushes up my dress, bunching it at my hips. “Why not?”
My clit throbs, and I don’t even think.
I spread my legs, inviting him to do what he wants with me. In a swift move, he hooks my right leg over his shoulder, never tearing his gaze away from mine. The tips of his fingers run lightly up my skin, tickling me, and I can’t stop myself from squirming.
“Ticklish, are we?”
I narrow my eyes, not wanting to show him my weakness. “Maybe.”
“Hmm.”
When one of his fingers skims the edges of my underwear, I shudder.
“What do we have here, then?” He twists my underwear, moving it to the side and baring me to him. His sharp intake of breath is like music to my ears.
““Is that…? Now you’ve done it, Mae.” He moves closer and inhales deeply, licking his lips. I feel the barest hint of his tongue against my flesh. “Good thing I didn’t know about your smooth pussy until now. I wouldn’t have managed to do my work if I had.”
Still keeping my eyes locked, he leans closer to my aching core.
I gasp as he nudges his nose between my folds, teasing me, so close to where I need him the most, and I grab a fist of his hair.
I’m being reckless, showing him with unabashed neediness that I want his mouth on me, but I can’t help myself.
What does it say about me that I’m so close to grinding my pussy against his face just to feel what it’s like to come with a man’s mouth on me?
I don’t care.
Not when Aidan’s looking at me the way he is.
As if he’s about to combust.
Aidan’s eyes grow heavy behind his glasses. They’re full of delicious promises, his cheeks flushed. He moves closer and inhales deeply again, his hands on my thighs firm.
I tug gently on his hair and lick my lips, waiting…wondering if it’ll be as good as I’ve longed for.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
I nod quickly.
Finally, he places his lips on my pussy, and my breath catches in surprise from the gentle side to him. He flattens his tongue and licks my clit, long and slow, making me tremble even harder. With each stroke of his tongue, I become lost in the sensations inside me. And then the tenderness is gone.
Aidan devours me.
He groans, sighs, and laps at me, making me grow wetter the more attention he pays to my swollen clit, and I can’t hold back.
“Oh, my…Lord,” I moan.
He sucks my clit, and as his glasses start to fog up, I push them up and into his hair.
I don’t want to lose his eyes. I want to see what it does to him as he licks me out.
I don’t know if it’s having a man on his knees for me for the first time in years or if it’s because it’s him, but the primal focus that shines back up at me is an aphrodisiac in itself.
He pushes a finger inside me, and he puts more pressure on me, then shakes his head.
The motion sends electric bolts through me, then his tongue picks up speed, and he flicks my clit faster.
That’s enough to make me lose my control.
I jerk and grind on his mouth, my thighs trembling from keeping upright for so long, even though he bears most of my weight with his arms and body.
I gasp and moan, whimper unintelligible sounds I’ve never heard leave my lips before.
He curls his finger inside me, hitting that spot no other man I’ve been with has paid attention to, and as he laps up my wetness trickling down my legs, jumbled cries fall from my lips.
Fascinated, gasping, I watch the small droplets of sweat on his forehead, his furrowed brow and relentless stare on mine as he watches me fall apart.
He’s magnificent.
I lose his mouth, but he doesn’t stop kissing my body.
“Are you close, Mae?”
He nibbles on my inner thighs, first the left one, then the right, so focused on my pleasure that I wish I could tell him I’m close. He keeps pumping inside me, hard yet soft, and as much as I love what he’s doing, I can’t get there. Not yet. It’s just out of reach.
“I think you need something more,” he whispers. “Don’t you?”
I nod, because it’s the truth.
He gives me another one of his irresistible smiles, only this one holds a bite to it that sets my skin on fire. The deliciously dirty smile, lips wet from my arousal, and the dark glint in his eyes make me lick my lips in anticipation.
“Tell me if this is what you need.”
He pushes one more finger inside me, then one more, stretching me wide, and the sheer fullness makes me catch my breath.
“Oh, fuck!”
He groans. “Like that?”
He pumps his fingers hard inside me.
“Yes, I need that.”
His nostrils flare, and he digs his fingers into my thigh. The sting sends another rush of wetness through my pussy, and my breath hitches.
“Fucking beautiful,” he grinds out, licking his lips. “Hold tight.”
I open my mouth to question him, but no words leave my lips, because when I thought Aidan devoured me before, I was wrong.
This time, he feasts on me.
He pushes his fingers so hard and fast inside me while his tongue rubs and licks my clit that all I can do is what I’m told.
I fumble blindly for the door handle with one hand to keep my balance, and I tighten my fingers in his hair, burrowing them in the soft locks, relishing the way he fucks me with his fingers.
Deep, hard thrusts. He’s ruthless. I meet his thrusts with my hips in a steady rhythm, the heat building until the heavy feeling inside me almost becomes too much to bear.
Tingling erupts inside me from my throbbing clit to my spine, my moans and his growls filling the air.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please…”
Then I get there.
“Aidan!” I mewl, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers.
He groans hard, lapping up each drop rushing out of me. I jolt and shudder as he lavishes me with attention, my skin growing so sensitive that I have to push his head away.
“Stop.”
In a swift move, he’s on his feet, and his mouth is on mine.
The taste of myself on his lips feels forbidden, but the tangy taste is so arousing, and I can’t stop kissing him back.
He growls into me, pressing hard for a deliciously long moment, and I meet his dancing tongue with my own.
I come close to losing all my senses, but then I find his lips gone, and he bends to his knees.
“What are you-oomph!”
In a move I’d never see coming in my current state, he’s put his shoulder to my chest and lifted me up and over his back, my feet dangling down his chest.
“Aidan!” I half-laugh, half-shriek. “Put me down!”
“Shush. Bedroom upstairs?”
I grab onto his arse to avoid toppling over. “Yes,” I grumble. A thrill settles in my tummy at the thought of round two.
“Don’t worry. I won’t drop you.”
He walks so fast, so focused on getting us to my bedroom that I have to close my eyes.
I shouldn’t have worried, though, because of course he doesn’t drop me.
When we reach the top, I release my death-grip on him and point to the right.
He turns and walks briskly to my room. He shoves the door open, comes to a stop in front of my bed, and sets me down on my feet.
I feel every hard plane of him as I slide down, and the need that he quenched before simmers back to life.
“You know,” I place my hands on his chest to keep my balance, “I’d never have pegged you as a caveman.”
He flashes a smile at me, sending my belly swooping. “Do you disapprove?”
I lift my shoulder. “I haven’t decided yet.” I tug up his shirt from his jeans. “Never thought a soft farmer would be able to carry me so easily up a flight of stairs.”
He growls and bends, his teeth nipping on my lower lip. I feel it like a lightning bolt straight between my legs.
“You think farmers are soft and sweet? Think again, Wildfire. There’s nothing soft about me. Can you handle it?”
He puts his hands on my hips, towering over me, and backs me up against my bed.