Promise?
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
LINNEA
My nerves crash over me again as Aiden fills the doorway of my bedroom. He’s lit up by the peachy late afternoon sun flooding the room behind me. His skin practically glows in this light.
He’s quite a sight. With his hands hooked on the top of the doorframe, his shoulders and biceps bulge, stretching his black shirt. His tousled hair falls across his forehead, and with that playful expression on his face that’s been making my ears blush in the last few weeks… He’s never been sexier.
I press my lips together, although I want to burst into song and dance. I’m about to find out what Aiden is like in bed.
“You’re nervous,” he rumbles.
I nod, not trusting my voice to stay even.
He drops his arms and prowls towards me like a black panther, and heat blooms in my chest. He grabs me by the waist and I squeal and laugh as he makes us fall back onto the bed, my decorative pillows bouncing off it.
“I’ll take good care of you, Linnea,” he says against my neck.
I actually believe him, and answer with a hum. He brushes a kiss to my lips, and then he pushes back off.
“Fuck, hearing you like that in the car had me so hard,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt.
Hard indeed.
His erection strains against his chinos, and my stomach tingles knowing I get to see it soon. I get to feel him inside me. He will fill me up. In every way.
More buttons are opened. More skin glows in the early evening sun.
And there he is. Aiden shirtless.
I grin at him, or maybe I’m gaping. I’m not sure.
Just like in Florence. Except this time I don’t have to pretend I’m not loving every second of what I’m seeing. That taut stomach—a smooth six-pack, but not over the top, a broad chest with a smattering of black hair, shoulders and arms that bulge in all the right places.
“I liked your eyes on me in that shop.”
“You noticed that, huh?” I bite my lip.
“You’re not as subtle as you think you are.” He laughs, starting on his belt. “Do you want more?”
“Uh-huh,” I breathe. “I mean yes, yes, please.”
“That’s right.”
I move my hands to unbutton the front of my summer dress while Aiden’s trousers hit the floor, closely followed by his boxers, but I stop with my hands on a button, mind blown by the sight of him naked at the foot of my bed.
Gaping, I take in the detailed tattoo of the fractured goddess Venus on his thigh.
It’s a bulging, muscly thigh, and finally, I allow myself to look directly at his glorious, tan erection.
Holy fuck, what a cock.
It’s hard, veiny, and grand, stretching up towards his belly button. It’s fucking perfect. Like the rest of him. I could watch him for days.
“You are beautiful,” I whisper.
“If you could see what I’m looking at,” he says. And as if in slow motion, he braces on the edge of the bed, and then … he crawls towards me.
His eyes are darker somehow, and he flashes me that easy smile of his before kissing my leg, just below my knee. I’m throbbing so hard I’m surprised we can’t hear it.
He moves up my thigh, brushing his lips against my skin so gently I let go of my breath. A small moan escapes and he hums in response. Strangely I don’t have the discomfort I’d usually be fighting about now. Rather the opposite.
He finds the hem of my dress. “I want to open this gift.”
One button, and then another.
Fuck, I’m glad I waxed earlier this week.
After the third one, he makes a low bass sound of appreciation and kisses the front of my panties. He nibbles at me through the thin fabric, blowing a warm breath that sparks my embers into full flames, and my hips buck in response.
He moves up, exposing my stomach, kissing me, muttering something about softness. He opens another button and I’m painfully aware of his naked body above mine. His erection is right above where I want it the most. I stretch to reach it; it’s pulling me in.
“Patience, Linnea,” Aiden says and pins my arm above my head, his hand closed around my wrist, and a delightfully playful smirk on his face. “First, I need to undress you. Will you keep your hands off?” He hovers above me, eyes twinkling, and I push my head up and kiss his smiling mouth.
“Yes,” I breathe and bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning at him like a fool. I like this Aiden. He wants to take his time with me.
“Good. Three buttons to go.”
He lets go of my wrist and opens the last buttons with the most reverent expression.
My breasts are snug in my white bra and I reach behind my back to open it.
He slides the straps and my dress down my shoulders, brushing my arms all the way.
I shimmy as he pulls the dress and bra away, dropping them onto the carpet.
I’m almost naked with Aiden.
My skin tingles with awareness as his gaze drags down my body. The clean cotton bedsheet is crisp against my back, and a slight breeze from the open window hits my skin and goosebumps erupt all over me. Aiden smooths a warm hand across my chest, over one shoulder, and down my arm.
“Mmm, you are sublime. Look at you.” He cups my breasts, just a handful in each, and I push my hips up from the bed, teasing his balls with the top of my thighs. He laughs, a low rumble, and bends down, sucking in a hard nipple.
“Oh,” I call out. The way he moves his tongue across it. A slight nibble. I never realised I liked that. “Aiden, please.”
“Mhmm,” he rumbles against my breast, and then kisses his way down again. “Last part.”
He pushes off from me, on his knees now, his hard cock glistening with pre-cum, his fantastic abs right there. He hooks his fingers into my underwear and pulls down. Again he’s doing it so fucking slowly, I’m about to scream.
I wriggle to make him hurry, and he chuckles, brushing his knuckles along the sides of my aching pussy on his way down, and pulls my underwear down my legs.
His eyes roam over my now fully naked body. The hunger in them is something I’ve never seen.
How does he make me so comfortable in my skin?
All the things I want to do to him, I might even do them. I want to play, and tease, make him come so hard he forgets his own name. This is a new side of me, and I like it.
The ravenous glint in his eyes makes me feel sexy and brave, so I open my legs for him to see me.
“Fucking hell, Linnea, you’re making it very difficult for me to take this slow.” His voice is lower than normal, as if he’s straining. His cock seems to agree with me, it’s rock solid.
“So don’t, please.” I laugh, wiggling my hips on the bed and Aiden puts a hand around his almost angry-looking erection.
“I want to savour it. You’re very special to me. We only get one first.”
He rubs his pre-cum across the head of his cock, giving his length a long slow stroke. His eyes are nearly black now.
“We’ll get lots of nexts.” It comes out breathy. I’m faint from watching him touch himself like that, all the blood is in my clit, waiting for him to touch me.
He grins back at me, that sudden, wide smile that bursts out of him, and my breath catches.
This man.
He’s mine?
Yes, he’s mine. And it makes my heart feel full. Full … and safe.
He leans down and smooths his hands up my legs, my thighs, my hips. He dips and kisses me, flicking his tongue through my slit with a groan, and I gasp, arching my back towards him.
“You don’t have to do that,” I squeak. “It’ll take too long.”
His gaze finds mine through his eyelashes, his eyes hazy. “Please let me. You taste fucking delicious. I want to stay here for days.”
When I don’t protest again, he buries his head between my legs, his tongue strong, thick, and he’s practically fucking me with it and I roll my hips into it.
Jesus Christ, this is good.
He groans, and I decide to embrace what hit me before. With him, I’m comfortable. Safe. I trust that Aiden does what he likes, so he must like this.
And also … I like it.
I think I love it.
Fucking hell, I could actually let him stay there for days. The way he uses his tongue in different ways, thick and soft, hard and strong, it’s too good. And he finds exactly where I crave touch again and again, like a fucking mind reader. Heat coils in my lower belly. My skin prickles.
Oh, gosh, I didn’t know this kind of pleasure was possible.
I moan, there’s so much going on. It’s tingling into my spine and through my legs. I’m delirious, writhing under him, the sensation is building … building, and so is my voice.
“Yes, yes,” I sigh, grasping the sheets with both hands, arching off the bed until a final touch of his glorious tongue pushes me over the edge and I cry out. I buck and convulse as he continues, lapping me up, groaning and rumbling into my pussy.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, panting.
“Mmm,” he hums, kissing my lips down there and I shake off a final buzz.
I’m splayed out like a starfish on the bed.
Naked. Blissful.
I’m glad I didn’t tell him to stop. It’s a stupid old habit, worrying that the man is down there against his will. Aiden seemed like he didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Hmm, where did his warm touch go?
“Aiden?” I lift my head, and he comes out of the ensuite. His erection is gone, but his cock is no less impressive. I’ve never found cocks to be very nice to look at, but this one … I want to make a sculpture of it. Frame a picture of it and put it on my nightstand.
He slides up next to me, pressing me close. His skin is warm, and I wrap around him like a naked koala.
“You’ve had me on the edge all day. Your sounds were bound to finish me off,” he says, kissing my forehead. He came? Holy shit. The thought that I can rile him up this much is intoxicating. That he’s so turned on by tasting me he loses control.
“I still want you inside me,” I say, kissing up his neck, pressing my breasts against him, moving to create friction and heat between our bodies. And there he is again—hard against my front—and I hum with approval.
But I do need to warn him.
“I’ve never come vaginally, by the way. I’m not sure if I can. So don’t make that your goal, okay?”