28. Four Years
FOUR YEARS
TARA
No one has ever kissed me with this much intensity in my life.
Aiden presses me back against the door, sliding his hand down my arm to take the keycard from my hand while he continues to kiss me, his other hand cupping the back of my head, as though he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.
The automatic lock on the door beeps, and we stumble into the room.
Once the door closes behind us, I let my handbag drop to the floor, and allow him to guide me further into the room.
Bypassing the bed, he pulls me down to straddle him on the small couch, my dress riding up my thighs while I press against his semi.
The feel of him against my clit makes me gasp. He tangles his fingers in the hair at the back of my neck while he pulls my face to his and kisses me so hard my lips feel bruised. He uses his other hand to grip my hip, and rocks me back and forth. I grind down until we’re both moaning.
“God, Tara, you feel so good,” he whispers against my neck before nipping gently.
In the few months I was with my ex, we’d never once had an encounter like this. Like we would die if we stopped touching each other. No one has ever made me feel so desired, so needed, and it’s a rush.
“I want to watch you come,” he says, leaning against the back of the couch and gripping both my hips to urge me to move faster.
So caught up in the moment between us, I forget to be embarrassed by the thought of him watching me come. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I continue to grind down with a moan.
We lock eyes as my breath quickens. My eyelashes flutter while pleasure rises within me, unfurling itself in a way I’d long forgotten I could feel from another person’s touch.
“Eyes on me, princess. I want you to remember who’s making you feel so good.” His words are like a trigger, and I cry out when the orgasm rips through me.
He doesn’t allow me to catch my breath though, surging forward to claim my lips again, even while I’m still moaning and shuddering against him.
“That was beautiful,” he says, lifting me with ease so that I’m on my feet once again while I’m still trying to regain my composure.
Turning me on the spot, he unzips my dress, sliding it down my arms and letting it fall to the floor. And I’ve never been more grateful to Kylie in my life than I am right now, standing before this gorgeous man in the sexy underwear that, until now, no one else but me has ever seen.
I keep waiting for the nerves to hit me, but there’s something about the way that Aiden has taken control of the situation that makes me feel warm and safe.
Stepping up behind me, he presses himself against my back, sliding my hair over my right shoulder while he kisses down my neck as I lean back against him.
“I’ve been thinking about how much I wanted to touch you like this for weeks,” he whispers in my ear while his arms circle my waist. Another shudder runs through me when he traces a circle around my belly button.
“I’ve imagined all the ways I can make you moan.
Every pissed off sigh you’ve sent my way had my thoughts running wild about how I could make you scream instead.
” His hand moves lower down my abdomen, and I watch while he runs he runs a finger along the top of my underwear.
“You’re so fucking sexy it hurts. Will you let me touch you, Tara? ”
His voice is cautious, like he’s worried that I’ll suddenly recoil from him.
I nod, my breath hitching a little.
“I need to hear you say the words out loud. I don’t want there to be any regrets after tonight.” He traces his nose slowly down my neck, before pressing a feather-light kiss to my shoulder.
I pull in a deep breath, the need for him to continue what he started overwhelming everything else. “Aiden. Please,” I plead. “Please keep touching me.”
I can feel a slight tremor run through him when his hand slides under the lace of my underwear, his finger moving to circle my clit.
I jolt against him, and he chuckles a little while his lips press against the spot where my neck and shoulder meet.
Applying a little more pressure, he continues to work my clit.
But seconds later, I give a little cry of frustration when he takes his hand away.
Grinning, he kisses my neck while he uses both hands to undo my bra, sliding both straps down my arms and letting it fall to the floor.
“As sexy as you look in this, I think you look even better in nothing at all,” he whispers in my ear before moving his hands to my hips and sliding my underwear down my legs.
With a shuddering breath, I step out of them, and he returns to standing behind me.
Even though I’m now completely naked whilst he hasn’t taken off a single item of clothing, I barely notice while he urges my legs further apart with his knee.
Returning his hand to its former position, he uses the heel of his palm to apply pressure to my clit once more, while he slides a finger inside me.
My head falls back against his chest while he gently thrusts his finger in and out, his other hand moving up to cover my right breast where his fingers tweak my nipple.
All the while, he runs kisses up and down my neck, whispering praises with each of my moans.
My breath is coming out in short pants, my eyes half closed.
“Are you going to come for me again, Tara?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, biting my lip. My legs tremble when he presses up against my back and applies even more pressure against my clit. Using a second finger, he thrusts harder and my legs move even further apart while he rocks my hips with his pelvis.
“I want to hear you cry my name this time when you make that beautiful sound. Because you need to remember that it’s me bringing you close to the edge with my fingers. That it’s me grinding your clit. That it’s me who’ll be deep inside you soon.”
With each word from his lips, the orgasm that has been building reaches an almost painful level of pleasure.
As it reaches its peak, I follow his command and his name slips from my mouth while I cry out.
He keeps moving his hand, causing the orgasm to keep going, holding me tight against him with his arm wrapped around my waist. I moan, unable to keep my eyes open any longer as the ecstasy running through me overwhelms every one of my senses.
My ears are ringing from the intensity of the orgasm, and it’s only once he steps back to remove his clothes that I’m able to catch my breath.
I turn to face him, kissing my way up his neck before finding his lips again.
He kisses me back slowly, before stepping back to reach behind his head to pull his shirt off in one quick movement.
I’ve seen guys do that in movies and wondered how they did it without getting all caught up in the material, but Aiden makes it look effortless.
My mouth goes dry as my eyes travel over his chest, sliding further south as he undoes his jeans.
He smirks a little when I force myself to return my gaze to his, suddenly feeling very inexperienced.
I’ve only ever seen one other man naked, and he was nowhere near as attractive as Aiden.
I swallow hard when my gaze dips lower again and take in his fully naked body before me.
My ex was also nowhere near as well endowed.
My movements tentative, I step closer and slide my hand between us, wrapping it around his shaft as his erection presses against my abdomen and squeezing gently.
His breath hitches when I begin to move my hand back and forth, and he clasps my face with both hands while he kisses me with so much tenderness it almost brings a tear to my eye.
“I need you,” he murmurs against my lips, and I nod.
Stepping back, he grabs his wallet from the pocket of his discarded jeans and pulls out a condom.
I raise an eyebrow. “I see you were expecting to get lucky on this trip,” I tease.
He gives me a sheepish smile. “It’s always best to be prepared. This has been in my wallet for a while… It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone,” he admits, dipping his head.
I place my hand on his chest. “For me, too.”
“Probably not as long as me.” His confidence seems to be slipping a little, the longer he’s not touching me.
“Four years for me, Aiden,” I say softly.
His eyes widen. “I don’t understand…”
I take a deep breath, expecting him to cut and run at any moment. “Not since my very brief - and only - relationship when I was twenty-three.”
He reaches up and places his hand over mine, running his thumb over the back of my hand. “Well, while it should be a criminal offence that no one has been able to make you feel good since then, I’m honoured that you chose me.”
A part of me wants to point out that it’s not like there has been a long list of men lining up to sleep with me, but that feels too negative for this tender moment between us. Instead, I smile and press a kiss to his lips.
“And I’m honoured you chose me, too.”
He begins walking me back towards the bed, returning my kiss with renewed energy. The back of my knees hit the mattress and he pushes me to sit down, grabbing my legs to turn me so I’m lying in the centre of the bed.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says while he rolls the condom on, and in that moment, I’m pretty sure my heart has just stopped beating on it’s own and is completely controlled by him and the look on his face.