Chapter 48
forty-eight
. . .
Aidan
She smells incredible, tastes even better, and the sounds she makes? Perfect. Eleven out of ten, no notes.
I’m obsessed with this woman. Obsessed with making her come. Obsessed with taking care of her. Obsessed with her—period.
My cock aches for relief, but I refuse to allow myself to touch it until she’s on the brink of release. And even when she tumbles over the cliff of pleasure, I still refrain.
Edging? I never knew I’d like it as much as I do.
Ceci’s fingers rake through my hair as she floats down from her high. I rest my cheek on her thigh, gazing up at her. Her face is flushed, her neck reddened from my beard. Oops.
“Come up here,” she murmurs, sounding half drunk.
With zero chill, I scramble up the bed to rest my head on the pillow beside hers, my hand finding her hip. I draw absentminded circles on her skin as her palm finds my chest, settling over my heartbeat.
Can she hear the way it pounds for her? Can she hear the way it beats solely for her?
“I want to try something,” she says, and I nod. I’ll let her try whatever the fuck she wants. My body is hers; my soul is hers.
She picks up the small box, working it open and revealing a small silicone ring with a square box on it. I take it from her, running my fingers around the material. The square is a bullet vibe, and when I click the button on the side, it hums to life. The motor is surprisingly powerful.
“Oh.” Even pressed against my finger, it sends shockwaves through me.
“It’ll be good for both of us,” Ceci explains. “The vibe will be against my clit, and it will echo through you. And the ring should help you a bit, but it will still allow you to come.”
If I can come.
I want to. I want to make this good for her.
So I reach for the condom, tearing it open and rolling it down my cock. I’ve been so focused on her, my erection hasn’t waned, but dread floods my veins as soon as the latex touches my skin. This is entirely psychological, and even though I know that, it doesn’t help keep the shame at bay.
“Hey.” Ceci’s hand lands on my cheek, drawing my attention back to her. “If it doesn’t happen, that’s okay. I’m okay if we keep doing what we’re doing.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “I know.”
“There’s no pressure.”
There’s monumental pressure. But it’s all pressure I’m putting on myself. I know she won’t judge me or think less of me.
I grab the cock ring, situating it at the base of my dick. The snug construction isn’t uncomfortable, but I’m aware it’s there.
And then I flick on the vibrator, the buzz hitting right at my base, and—ooh, I like this.
“I want you on top,” I tell her. “So you can control the pace.”
She cocks a brow. “You don’t want to?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” She’s plenty wet from my mouth, but it’s not always comfortable for her.
Instead of responding, Ceci shoves me onto my back, then climbs on top of me. She straddles my pelvis so my cock is between her legs, and the vibrator presses against her clit. She grinds against me, her slick center burning me from the inside out through the barrier of the condom.
“I could get off just like this,” she says, her head dropping back.
“Please.” My voice cracks on the syllable. “Please, Annie.”
Her eyes meet mine, and she must see whatever she’s looking for, because she nods.
Lifting onto her haunches, she positions me at her entrance, and slowly, achingly slowly, she slides down my length.
White-hot ecstasy races down my spine. My hands curl into fists, scrambling for purchase on the bedsheets. My eyes roll back, and I want to shut them, but I need to see her more.
“Oh, oh.” Her soft pants of pleasure make my blood sing, and I have to hold myself back from thrusting up into her, into taking more than she’s ready for.
When I’m finally buried inside her, her ass resting against my thighs, my brain temporarily goes numb.
“You good?” she murmurs, leaning down to run her hands over my chest. She thumbs a nipple, and I hiss.
It’s as if she has a direct line to my cock, and between her tight, wet heat surrounding me, the constriction at my base, and the vibrations running through me, I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
If I don’t come soon, I think I’m literally going to die.
“Good,” I croak out.
“You’re such a good boy,” Ceci says, her voice soft. The edges of my mind turn fuzzy. “Be my good boy.”
Inside of her, my cock twitches so fucking hard, and she smirks. My hands land on her hips, almost against my own volition, and she gets the hint. She lifts up, and I thrust up into her, seeking more, needing more.
More of this. More of her.
We build a steady rhythm, her retreating and me chasing, taking exactly as much as she’s giving me. I drive up into her, pulling her down onto my cock, grinding her against the vibrator.
For the first time, I’m not worried about my ability to stay hard, about all the shit going on in my head. I want to make this good for her. It’s my sole focus. Everything else has faded away, back to the farthest recesses of my mind.
She groans, her head falling forward. Her fingers dig half-moons into my pecs, the sharp pinpricks electrifying me from head to toe. My fucking toes curl from the pleasure of it.
“I’m—I’m close,” I blurt, my hands digging into her hips. “Ceci, I—”
“It’s okay,” she says. “Come when you’re ready. You’re so good to me. My good boy.”
Her words override the sensible part of my brain, and with two, three thrusts, I finally give in and let it consume me. My orgasm sears me from the inside out, my entire body aflame. Her tight, slick cunt pulses around me, milking me through my release.
The vibrator keeps buzzing, almost making me oversensitive, but with the way Ceci is grinding against it, clenching around me… my eyes roll back into my head, overstimulated in the best possible way.
And when she comes, her body shaking from pleasure, I know this was worth the wait. Worth the heartache and the stress. Seeing her come apart like this… I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
Breathing hard, Ceci reaches down and turns off the vibrator, and the ensuing silence echoes in my eardrums. She carefully lifts off my cock, then settles her weight on my thighs and collapses against my heaving chest.
I waste no time in wrapping my arms around her, holding her as tight as possible. My eyes water, and I blink a few times to clear them.
There are too many emotions warring within me to parse out. Satisfaction, yes. Exhaustion, yes. Also relief. There’s something else hovering around the edges. Something I can’t identify. Don’t want to identify.
And love. Overwhelming affection for the woman in my arms, in my bed. She has my everlasting devotion, from now until forever.
And fuck, if she keeps edging me, if she keeps calling me her good boy, I might really never let her go. I never thought I’d like that as much as I did.
After a few minutes, Ceci rolls off me and onto her side. But she doesn’t go far. Her palm lands on my chest, over my heart, and I cover her hand with mine.
“This is it, isn’t it?” she whispers. “You and me. This is the real thing?”
“Yeah, Annie,” I reply. “This is forever.”