Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
AVERY
When we made it back to Aiden’s hotel room, it was a mirror of our first night together, all frantic hands and claiming kisses as we divested each other of our clothing as fast as humanly possible.
As if we’d never have enough time to fit in everything we wanted to.
As if we’d already known then that one night would never, ever be enough.
Fortunately, it didn’t have to be. Because now? We had forever.
Almost as if he’d heard my thoughts, Aiden slowed his lips, gentled the glide of his tongue, eased the brush of his hands as he swept them over my body.
He walked me backward until my knees hit the mattress and I fell back on the bed, his hungry gaze sweeping over me in a soft caress I felt everywhere.
“We’re gonna go nice and slow tonight, bunny.
” He braced his hands on either side of me, lowering himself until his words ghosted across my lips.
“I want to savor this. Want to spend an hour just playing with your tits. Another hour licking up that sweet little pussy. Another mapping the tattoos all over your body to see if the bunny is the only one that makes you wet. I want to make you come so many times your throat is raw from screaming my name. And then I want to do it again. And again. And again.”
“I’m willing to accept those terms,” I said, breathless, because he’d already started, his hands cupping my breasts as he licked languidly at the tips before sucking them into his mouth.
“Good,” he rumbled against me. “Because tomorrow or next week or next year, I want to be able to recall your sweet moans and pleas for more. Want to remember exactly what it felt like sliding inside this perfect cunt.”
I was panting now, my body arching toward his as he did exactly what he promised, laving attention all over my breasts until the string connecting them to my clit grew tighter.
Sharper. Until the ache that had started as a low simmer built and built, my pussy clenching around nothing and desperate for a release.
“Missed these perfect tits,” he murmured against me. His short beard rasped over the delicate skin, juxtaposed with the soft brush of his lips, the gentle glide of his tongue, then amplified by the sharp scrape of his teeth against my nipples.
“Aiden…” I was strung tight, my body desperate for the relief it knew he could give but also loving this attention. Relishing the unhurried build. Reveling in it.
“Do you think I can make you come like this?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
It was another callback to our first night, when I’d questioned his ability to make me come with his fingers. But if I had known then what I knew now, there would’ve been only one possible answer…
“I’m counting on it.”
He smiled against me then, his eyes bright as he flicked his tongue across a nipple. “That’s my girl.”
He cupped my other breast in his palm, his thumb brushing back and forth over the hardened tip.
And then he switched sides. Over and over again.
He moved back and forth, never allowing a moment to pass when he didn’t have his hands or mouth on me.
He split his attention between them both until I was strung out, just a ball of need, my breaths growing faster as I stared down at him in wonder.
In shock that this…was actually going to happen.
“Oh my God, Aiden.” I dropped my head back to the bed and closed my eyes, arching my back so he could suck more of my breast into his mouth. Focusing on the feel of him when he did exactly that.
“You’re close, aren’t you, bunny?”
But I couldn’t answer him, all my attention on the feelings he was coaxing out of me. And disbelief that he was making it happen… I was going to come without even a brush of him against my clit…was going to come with nothing inside me, nothing winding me up but this attention he was giving me.
The orgasm built softly, a slow, unhurried climb up a hill rather than the race up a mountain. And when it came, when I rolled right over the top rather than shooting straight off a cliff, it was gentle waves lapping at my skin, soft pulses sweeping through my body.
Aiden groaned against me as I moaned his name, his tongue swirling light circles around my nipple. “There’s my perfect girl.” He switched sides, licking softly across my other breast. “Good job, baby. Knew you could give me one just like that.”
Breathless, I reached down, cupping his face in my hands and tugging his mouth to mine. I kissed him, hungry and raw and aching for him like I hadn’t ever before. Longing for him in a way that had me needy, desperate to feel him everywhere.
“I need more,” I admitted. Because he’d spoiled me. From that very first night, he’d made me crave everything with him. And he’d given it. Time and again.
“That was just the warm-up, bunny. I’ve got you.
” He slid down my body then, pressing kisses against every inch he passed, murmuring how much he missed every one, until he settled those big, broad shoulders between my thighs.
He hummed low in his throat as he swiped a thumb over my slit.
“Fuck. I missed this pretty little pussy, too. Has she missed me?”
“Yes.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged him where I wanted him, desperate to feel his mouth on me. But he didn’t budge.
Instead, he licked a slow, teasing line up one side of my pussy, then down the other. The barest brush against my skin, and I groaned because it wasn’t nearly enough.
He chuckled against me, his eyes dancing as he stared up at me from between my spread thighs. “Do you need something, bunny?”
“I need you to make me come.” I tightened my fingers in his hair, attempting to move him where I needed his attention, but once again, he stayed right where he was.
“Pretty sure I already did that.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“No? Then I think you’re going to have to be more specific. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you, remember?”
“I want your tongue.”
He licked against the seam where my leg met my body. “Like that?”
“Aiden.”
“What, baby?” His words were playful, cajoling. And then all teasing left his tone when he said, “Tell me what you need.”
“You.”
“You have me. Always.” He swiped his thumb over me again, the barest caress against my clit before he dipped it inside me, the teasing strokes not nearly enough. “Tell me what you need right now.”
“Lick my pussy. Please,” I said shamelessly. Desperately. “Make me come all over your mouth.”
Those handful of words were like a gunshot in the room signaling the start, and he groaned against my inner thigh before scraping his teeth over my skin.
“Good girl. That’s my good fucking girl.
” He turned his attention to where I wanted it, licking up my seam, just a tease of what was in store.
“That’s what you’re going to do, isn’t it?
Gonna come all over my tongue and give me exactly what I’ve been craving.
Gonna do it over and over so I can taste you for hours. ”
Then he made me do exactly that. He spread me wide with his thumbs and attacked my clit with the kind of focus that had me falling in minutes. And then he did it all over again, his lips and tongue and fingers everywhere, working me up and pushing me over the edge, one after another after another.
When I was a panting mess, somehow both boneless and still strung tight with need, I gripped his hair again, tugging him away from my pussy. Needing to finally be filled by him. “I want you inside me.”
He came without hesitation this time, climbing up on the bed and settling between my spread thighs.
A low hum of satisfaction left his lips as he stared down at me, sweeping the head of his cock through my slit.
“Look at this gorgeous cunt. I made a mess of it, didn’t I, bunny? Made you soak the fucking sheets.”
That might’ve been something that embarrassed me before, to end a session of fucking with an honest-to-God puddle beneath me on the sheets. But with how Aiden said it, in that awed tone filled with reverence, I could only preen under his praise.
He pressed his cock against my entrance and pushed the barest inch inside, stretching me wide. The move stole my breath and reminded me exactly what he was packing and exactly how long it’d been since he was inside me.
“God,” I breathed, eyes wide as I stared up at him, once again wondering how the hell he was going to fit.
“Been too long, hasn’t it, baby?” He divided his gaze between my eyes and where he was splitting me open, my pussy lips spread tight around his cock.
“Yes.” My breaths were panting out of me now, my hand wrapped around his wrist where he was gripping my hip. To push him away or pull him closer, I wasn’t sure. I ached for him, for the stretch only he could give me, and he did…sliding deeper with each thrust even as I cried out.
He groaned as he watched himself disappear inside me. “You can take it.”
I nodded, a short, jerky movement, too lost in the sensations skating through my body.
Reaching down, he thumbed my clit as he worked his cock deeper, cranking me up and making me needy for him all over again. Until, finally, I was lifting my hips to meet his, seeking more. Seeking it all. “There you go, pretty girl. Show me how much you want every fucking inch.”
I wrapped my legs around him, hooking my ankles at the small of his back and urging him deeper…deeper…until his hips were flush with mine.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, a hint of wonder threaded through his tone as he stared down to where we were joined. “You feel so fucking good, bunny.”
My pussy pulsed around him as he continued stroking my clit, my next orgasm already breathing down my neck.
“Say it.” His words were low, rough. “Say it while I’m inside you.”
I didn’t need him to elaborate what he meant, didn’t even question it. Because it was bubbling out of me, overflowing as he filled me. “I love you.”
“Again.”
I whimpered, my eyes fluttering closed as my body wound tighter. “I love you, Aiden.”
“I love you, too,” he said, his voice scraped raw. “So fucking much. Now, are you ready to give me another one?” He stared down at me, his eyes filled with a love I’d spend the rest of my life thanking every deity in the world for.
I wrapped myself around him. Legs around his hips, arms hooked under his, hands caressing up and down the length of his back. Not wanting an inch of space between us. Needing to feel him everywhere.
He moved inside me then, in slow, deep strokes, grinding against my clit with every thrust and taking me exactly where I needed to go.
And through it all, I kissed him, caressed him.
Poured every ounce of my love for him into it all.
Into the brush of my lips against his, the glide of my tongue into his mouth, the clutch of my hands on his skin, holding him as close as I dared, so there was nothing between us, not even air.
Answering his question in the only way possible…
Everything.
I was ready to give him everything.