Epilogue - Six months later
Maeve
Asoft hand rubs circles on my belly, waking me from my sleep. I smile, keeping my eyes closed, and wiggle my bum against Aidan’s crotch. When his hard cock prods at my cheeks, a surge of wetness between my legs makes me moan softly, and my eyes flutter open.
“You’re awake,” he croons, his breath fanning against the shell of my ear. “Mouth.”
I crane my neck and as he takes my lips, he pulls up my long-sleeved pyjama top and closes his big hand around my breast, squeezing it, then finds my nipple and rolls it between his fingers.
I whimper, rubbing my thighs together to relieve the ache in my pussy, but it’s pointless.
There are only two things that’ll make the ache go away.
His mouth or his cock.
Every nerve-ending in my body is on fire.
Aidan groans into my mouth, sending a rush of wetness through me.
He wrenches his mouth from mine, turns me until I lie on my back, and lifts up on his knees.
I lick my lips at the sight of his erect cock pressed against his stomach, his balls drawn up tight, and when he sits astride me, I push another pillow underneath my head.
I know what’s coming, and I’m eager for it.
“Suck me, sweetheart.”
I reach for him, my panties already soaked.
I take a firm hold on the base and lick his balls, first the left, then the right, listening to his moans while I pump him with my hand.
I feel his fingers curl in my hair, tilting my head back, and I look up into his stormy grey eyes.
The tenderness I find there always takes my breath away.
“Be my good girl. Do as I say,” he pants. “Take me in your mouth and suck me.”
No longer teasing, I take him in my mouth, breathing hard through my nose when he hits me at the back. I love how he fills me up.
He starts to thrust into my mouth, being gentle, the trembling in his strong thighs under my hands revealing how much it costs him. But he keeps the pace. He doesn’t push me harder than I can take.
He hands me the power on a silver platter, just like he always does.
I reach for his arse and pull him closer, moaning around him. I suck him with greed and love, and I adore bringing him to the brink of ecstasy as much as he loves doing the same for me.
“Touch your pussy,” he huffs, fucking my face more quickly.
Eager to please him, I push my hand into my panties to find my clit, the little nub soft and wet, and I bob my head, sucking him with wild abandon. The tingles shoot down my spine, the force of it taking me by surprise, and I slap my clit to draw it out.
“Fuck. Me.”
In another swift move, Aidan moves away from me, and I pant when his cock leaves my mouth. He rolls away, then sits up against the headboard, knees cocked and spread wide.
“Here. Now.”
I scramble to my knees, grab the hem of my top, and tug it off. Aidan licks his lips and reaches for me, lifting me up as if I weigh nothing. I straddle him and reach for his cock.
“The caveman speak is really working for you, honey,” I whisper, then take a firm grip on his cock, sliding the head over my wet pussy.
He chuckles, his hands spanning my waist, gripping me tight the way I like it. “Oh, is it now?”
“Mmm.” I glide down, taking his cock inside me. The pads of his fingers dig in, then he rubs my arse, and I reach down to grip onto his shoulders. He tilts his head, keeping his gaze locked on mine, and licks his lips.
“Morning rides are meant to be a little wild. Can you give me that without making a sound?”
He lifts his hips, making my breath hitch as he grinds me down on him.
“I can try,” I whisper on a low moan.
His smile reflects the filthy fiend that I’ve grown to love deeply the past six months.
“Take what you need, my good girl. Ride me.”
I grip him tighter, my nails digging into his flesh. His eyes grow an even stormier grey, and I smile in victory. I know he loves everything I do to him – that he welcomes it – and there’s no shadow of a doubt in my mind that he trusts me as much as I trust him.
I push up on my knees, then down, my pussy sucking him in.
Then I take what I need from him.
I lean down to take his mouth, riding him hard.
We swallow each other’s moans and sighs, and he helps me go faster, rocking my hips on him.
My breath hitches as he hits my clit in the most excruciating way.
Our eyes are open, and I can’t blink for fear of missing his feelings burning in his gaze as I take us higher and higher.
Lust.
Need.
Happiness.
But above all, there’s love.
I release his mouth, needing air, my eyes never leaving his.
“Mae,” he growls. “My Mae.”
“Yours,” I breathe.
“Hold on.”
He flips us then, rolling me so he’s on top, and I wrap my legs around his hips. He grips my hands, twirling them through his, and pushes them down on the mountain of pillows around my head.
“Remember,” he grunts, “be quiet.”
I bite down on my lip and nod.
Then he rides me, fucking me hard and quick, and I watch us where we’re joined for as long as I can.
His hips piston, he releases one of my hands to pull my leg higher and into his side, then jams his fist into the mattress next to my head.
His fingers caress my face. I turn my head and kiss his wrist, admiring the way his muscles flex and bunch as he takes me.
When the bite of pain mingles with our lust, I can’t hold back anymore.
I push my head back and gasp.
“You there?” he grunts.
I whimper.
“Yeah… you’re there.”
He smiles wickedly, slants his head and takes my mouth, his tongue as ferocious as his cock. Then it hits me, and I scream into his mouth when the waves roll over me, making stars burst beneath my half-open eyes.
Aidan groans inside me, then buries himself to the hilt, and as my body convulses, I relish the warmth of his cum as he empties himself.
I clamp down on him, just a little bit, which earns me a tantalising shudder from him.
He moves his mouth, ending our kiss, only to trail his mouth down my cheeks, nibbling and sucking on my neck in lazy patterns.
He sighs, the rush of air skittering across my heated skin.
“Even when I wake her up, aching for her, it doesn’t take me long, and she burns like wildfire…incredible.”
His praise sends delicious shivers down my spine, and I hug him to me with my arms and legs, loving that he always stays inside me after our lovemaking. I run my hands all over his back, as far as I can reach, needing to show him how much I love to touch him.
I turn my head to whisper into his ear. “Good morning.”
He squeezes me once. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
He presses a kiss to my collarbone and raises his head. As his burning eyes wander over my face, I watch his warm eyes, wondering for the millionth time how I got so lucky.
“That was one beautiful way to wake up, honey.” I keep my voice low and soft. “I love you.”
I didn’t think it would be possible, but his eyes shine even brighter. “I love you, too.”
I sigh deeply and wet my lips, roaming his face. “I could stay like this all day.”
He grins, pressing his hips into me one more time, before he kisses my nose. “As much as I’d love that, too, we can’t. Not when it’s Christmas morning, and if I know my daughter, she’ll come knocking in about five minutes.”
I giggle. “Then we’d better get decent.”
I press into him again and start to push up, only he stays where he is, staring at me. “Aidan?”
“I think I belonged to you the moment I saw you.”
“Honey,” I whisper, my breath burning in my lungs.
He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear, then keeps his hand resting on my neck, his thumb drawing slow circles on my skin.
“It scared the fucking life out of me, I couldn’t stop it, but why would I? My heart recognised yours, knew you were the treasure I’d secretly longed for. I’m never letting go.”
Silent tears skate down my eyes. “You need to stop talking,” I sniffle.
His thumbs wipe away my tears and he leans down, still staring into my eyes. “Grateful you’re mine, sweetheart.”
I laugh through my happy tears and press my lips to his, pouring all my love into the kiss. His mouth moves with reckless abandon with mine, his arms tightening around me, and I feel his words in my bones.
He’ll never let me go, because he can’t.
Just like it’s impossible for me to tell him goodbye.
We’re tethered together in the strongest way imaginable.
I end the kiss and bury my face in the crook of his neck. “We need to get up,” I whisper into his warm skin.
He squeezes me once and pushes off, slipping from me, and I squeeze my legs together.
“Don’t move. I’ll get a washcloth and clean you up.”
I smile in thanks and stay where I am, sated and blissed out as usual. While I wait for Aidan to return to me, I do my best to get control over myself, and my eyes wander to his bedroom.
Our bedroom.
I still have to remind myself that it’s mine, too, even though I’ve lived with him and Katie for a few months now.
When I moved in, he gave me free reins to put my touch on every single room, and I quickly turned my attention to our bedroom.
Instead of the grey, white, and black colours, I’ve added a mix of soft pastels, especially my favourite light blue which I’ve always loved.
I bought the yellow and rose towels in our ensuite bathroom, because the black ones made me depressed.
Every time I remember the day when Aidan first noticed them, my heart constricts with heat.
We were brushing our teeth together one evening, getting ready for bed, when he saw them.
His eyes met mine in the mirror, and my bellow swooped with nerves when he just raised his eyebrows at me.
For a long moment, we stared at each other, then he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, finished brushing his teeth, and wiped his mouth on the new towels.
He leaned into my space and kissed my cheek.
“I like them,” he whispered, earning me another belly-swoosh, and that was that.