Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
JOANNA
Aidan escapes quickly to the other room while I’m left recovering from the enormous earthquake that was an orgasm.
I might be mistaken, but I’m pretty sure that was more intense than the first time.
If he’s that good with his mouth and his hands, I can’t imagine how I’ll ever be able to handle his dick.
Just putting it in my mouth was a feat. There’s no way that thing will fit inside me. And if it somehow does, my anatomy will never be the same.
He’s gone almost a full minute, but he soon returns with a steel tumblr in hand. He’s downing the contents as if he’s been stranded in the desert.
“Not going to offer me any?” I tease.
His eyes flash guiltily, realizing his mistake, then he disappears again.
I mumble quietly. “Rude.”
“Heard that.”
My eyes roll. I hear a fridge open and close this time, and he comes back with an unopened bottle of water. “Why can’t I have what you’re having?”
His expression remains blank. “You don’t want it.”
I cringe, now knowing exactly what’s in that cup.
I’m still on edge and very near another orgasm. All he needs to do is breathe on me and I’ll cum. My pussy is swollen from how hard his hand pounded against me, but I’m sure he’s only getting started. I came over to complete the transaction, not halfass it. Besides, he’s yet to take off his pants.
As I’m thinking it, Aidan does just that. He seamlessly slips out of his slacks and the underwear beneath, but instead of leaving them on the floor, he folds them neatly just as he did the last time.
Such type A behavior.
“Which position do you favor?”
His question stuns me enough to yank me out of blankly staring at his dick. “For sex?”
He nods, as if his question was obvious. “Yes. Intercourse.”
I scrunch my nose. “You don’t have to be so clinical about it.”
Aidan rubs his forehead. “I’m sorry. I just want to know what you’re most comfortable with.”
Warmth blooms in my belly. The audacity of him to continue being considerate.
“I’m not particular,” I say.
A wide grin spreads across his face, and I know I’ve pleased him. He must like that I’m down for anything.
“But no butt stuff,” I interject, holding up my flat palm. “Just taking that off the table while we’re discussing the details.”
Aidan looks like he wants to ask a question, but he doesn’t. “Message received.”
“And I’m on the pill. Plus, I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a while, so…”
His expression settles. “Neither have I."
I know it shouldn’t matter one way or another—Aidan’s history with anyone else before tonight has nothing to do with me—but I feel relieved. No woman expects to be the only one, but secretly, we all hope we are.
I’m nervous, and I don’t know what to say. Something clever. “Alrighty then.” I internally smack myself.
Aidan pays my comment no mind. Instead, he extends his hand for me to take.
He helps guide me onto my back so I’m lying flat on the couch.
His fingers let go of mine and trail down the contours of my body.
He takes his time following the curves of my breasts, the dip of my stomach, and the curve of my hip.
I don’t usually enjoy this much attention on my body, but Aidan seems to be eager to touch every inch of me, which only spurs my excitement.
When his finger slips between my thighs, he bites his lip. “Still wet for me. Perfect.”
He makes sure my legs are spread, licking me off his finger before taking his cock in his hand and guiding it to my entrance.
I feel more of my arousal seeping out as he slides slowly into my slick heat.
He’s not massive, but he’s bigger than I’m used to.
Somehow, he fills every inch of me perfectly, like we were made to fit together.
The pressure of being so full is an aching sort of bliss, but I need him to move. Do something other than hold me over the edge of a cliff like this. I lift my hips, but he holds me still.
Aidan steadies himself by placing one hand on the couch beside my head.
He uses the other to lift my knee to the proper height, then somehow, he sinks further into me.
I feel him hit a spot inside me that’s far too sensitive to feel good, and I shudder, but the longer he presses against it, the better it feels.
I’m breathing heavily now, quiet moans coating the back of my throat.
When he starts to move, I realize I’m too tense, so I try to relax.
But he’s hitting that spot again, and now it feels insanely good.
I let out a satisfied moan, and he stares down at me with a pleased expression. Aidan picks up his pace then slows back down. He repeats the pattern over and over until I’m feeling lightheaded.
Aidan’s hand disappears from under my knee, and my leg drops.
He flattens himself against me, our chests pressed together, skin sticking with sweat as he pumps himself into me, vigorously.
I cling to him, my chin digging into the top of his shoulder.
A wave of something unspeakable washes over me, and all I can do is hang my mouth open and gasp.
My teeth latch onto his shoulder and stifle my cry.
We’re climbing and climbing, and I hear him grunt into my ear as he reaches his climax, but he doesn’t leave me behind.
His hand drops down to my clit and circles once, twice… then I’m sent.
We’re left panting against one another with loose limbs, paralyzed from pleasure.
Finally, Aidan sits up. “What have you started, ma douce?”
I release a breathy laugh, but I can’t form the right words. I’ve never done drugs, but I now know what addiction must feel like. I don’t know what we just started, but I can guarantee it’s going to be hard as hell to stop.
We quietly get dressed afterward, and this time it’s not awkward. He walks me to the door and tells me goodnight, and it’s just what I needed to know I made the right choice.
“It’s my birthday, by the way,” I say as I hang halfway out the front door. “Thanks for the present.”