Chapter Twenty #4
I scrape my nails against his abs as I roll the condom on his thick length, and there’s no mistaking the sharp intake of his breath or the way his body trembles.
He’s hanging by a thread. Another surge of power fills me, almost as heady and exhilarating as a drug.
I can’t resist sliding my hand up and down his length, slow and deliberate, watching his cock as I do.
But I don’t get to play with him for long.
He places a hand on my chin, and I raise my eyes. The moment I find his, I gasp. Good Lord, the fire behind his glasses is unmissable. Even in the dimness of the waning daylight, I see the storm swirling, matching my own.
“If you don’t want me to spill my cum already, Wildfire, you have to stop touching me.”
I drop my hand as if his skin burns me, and he raises an eyebrow.
“Good girl.”
There it is again; the praise shoots warmth through me, and I want to rub against him, purring as if I’m a cat eager to be petted by him.
It’s not lost on me how close to the truth it is, though I’m more like a cat in heat.
I lean forward and brush my lips over his. “Are you going to give me what I need, Lord?”
His lips pull up in a wide grin. “Put your hands on the headboard, your back to me.”
Another full-blown body shiver takes me captive, but the throbbing in my pussy urges me to move, so I do as he tells me. I hardly recognise myself. I shouldn’t be so easily overtaken, yet here I am, doing everything he wants without questioning it.
But I can’t stop. I feel free.
Free and powerful in the most primal way.
My fingers curl on my headboard. He slaps his cock on my buttocks, and I tip up, my head back and hair swirling down my back, silently asking him to get a move on.
“Impatient creature.” He chuckles. “Fucking perfect.”
“Aidan,” I moan and spread my legs wider.
He nudges the head of his cock up and down, coating it in my wetness.
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
He grabs on to my hips, and in one swift move, he’s inside me, buried to the hilt. I cry out, clenching around him.
“Fuuuuuuck!”
His low groan spurs me on, and I start to move, pushing back, needing the friction.
“Lord, oh, you feel so good.”
His thrusts start slow, deep, and I cease thinking.
Feeling him inside me, pulsing, pushing, grinding…
I’ve never felt so many things at the same time, and yet I can’t seem to grasp on to a single one of them for long before I have to just take what he gives me.
He’s big, and the pain is sharp at first, but then it disappears slowly the wetter I get.
He fucks me. There’s no question what this is: pure, unadulterated lust. Each thrust stretches me, burns me, but I welcome the sting.
“Oh!” I bite down on my lip. “More.”
“Your pussy…you take me so well.” He slams inside me again. “Fuck, hear those slaps. Such a good fucking girl who loves my filthy cock stretching your pussy.”
His grunts make me grow frantic, and I meet his every move, pushing against him. Our sounds fill the air, and as sweat gathers on the nape of my neck and down my back, I feel his warm lips and tongue on my spine, then lower. His bites and tongue make me grow wetter.
“Almost there,” I moan. “So close.”
“I feel it. Touch yourself, Mae. Come with me.”
I free one of my hands and aim straight for my clit.
My breath catches in my throat as I rub circles on the swollen nub, and I can’t hold back anymore.
Tingles shoot down my spine, and I throw my head back.
The force of the pleasure tearing through me is too much.
I’m too full. Wetness trickles down my thighs, and my body shakes from the force of Aidan’s thrusts.
He roars behind me, the animalistic sound earth-shattering.
“Aidan!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He surges deep inside me, pulsing, and with one last thrust, he collapses on top of me.
I turn my head just in time, barely avoiding getting squashed on the mattress.
I blow my hair out of my face, sweat still sticking to my skin, and my arms fall listlessly from the headboard.
My throat is parched, my breaths heavy and fast. His fingers stretch to find mine, and once he does, he twirls them between mine, linking them together.
Aidan is cuddling me.
I don’t know what to do, but I can’t think about it right now. The silence stretches between us. For once, there’s not a single thought inside my head. Only satisfaction and…bewilderment.
This experience was more than what even my wildest fantasies could come up with.
Holy crap.
“You were right.” I sigh. “There’s absolutely nothing soft about you.”
There’s no sound for a beat.
But then my entire body shakes, the weight on top of me pressing me deeper into the mattress, and then I hear it: a booming rumble that builds and builds until it fills the air and vibrates across my sticky skin.
His laughter.
It rolls out of him, deep and unrestrained. It’s the kind of laugh that makes his chest shake against mine even as his mouth presses against my skin, and he kisses me. The rumble of his laughter is warm against my flesh.
The laugh bursts out of me before I can stop it.
And I’ve never felt freer.