Promise? #2
He brushes the hair off my forehead. “There’s no pressure, Linnea. We’re not here to perform for each other, right? Just getting to know each other’s bodies. Exploring, making each other feel good.”
No ‘you just haven’t had my penis’ or ‘let me show you how it’s done’?
Just… No pressure.
I like that. I like us.
“Good,” I say, touching a hand to his jaw and he leans into it. “Maybe one day I will, but now I want you to lose control in me.”
AIDEN
I can taste her sweetness on my lips. A flavour I’ll never tire of. The sounds, her moans, I stood no chance with that hard-on. It’s been waiting to burst for so long. Now, I’m hard as a rock again, yet … I’m uneasy. Adrenaline surges in me. My stomach churns.
Linnea is in my arms. That beautiful, radiant woman, asking for me, and I’m hesitating.
This is it. What I’ve wanted.
Us.
I told her I’d go to Portugal. Go anywhere for her. It was easy to say, and I meant it. It always felt truthful when I told my friends I’d give up anything to be with the right girl, and now she’s in my arms. I want to be hers, entirely.
I can do this.
Just because my dad turned out to be two-faced—potentially a cheater, definitely a liar—doesn’t mean I am destined to be that. But growing up with Mum constantly reminding me I’m just like him, knowing now what I didn’t know then... What Mum will never hear about.
No. I will keep fighting it.
Linnea is mine. My Linnea.
And I am hers.
Her hand brushes down my arm, her eyes following the movement.
“Your arms are just incredible.”
She doesn’t seem to have noticed me pausing. Good. I can’t tell her my concerns, she would read too much into it. After everything she’s been through with Henry…
I lean in and kiss her smile, allowing myself to focus only on her, and she opens for me, her lips softening into the kiss.
It’s working. I brush my tongue over hers, pressing her warm, naked body close to mine.
She mewls into my mouth and that’s all I need to be entirely here.
Full physical and mental erection. Linnea’s sounds.
The way she arches against me, moaning when she feels how hard I am for her.
“Are you ready for me, Linnea?” I ask, kissing down her jaw. I smooth my hand down the side of her body, over her magnificent hip, and between her legs. The wetness I find for me makes me groan. “Yes, you are.”
I get off the bed, grab one of the condoms I’d wedged into my wallet and say a quick thanks to my past self who thought it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“Can I do it?” Linnea asks, getting up on her knees on the bed. “I want to touch you.”
I stand by the foot of the bed, and hand her the condom. She takes it and, before putting it on, caresses my cock with her free hand. She cups the head, and slides her hand down my shaft. I lean my head back.
“That’s good.”
Then something even softer wraps around me.
Her lips, her tongue, flicking the tip, and I groan.
Loudly. Her warm mouth around the head, her hand working the shaft.
Fucking hell. I glance down and it’s the most glorious sight.
Linnea on the edge of the bed with her long, blond waves cascading over her naked shoulders.
I put a finger under her chin, and she pulls my cock out of her mouth and lifts her gaze to me.
Big blue eyes, wide pupils, my dick in her hand.
“You’re fucking incredible, and I’ll come again too fast if you continue like that.” I chuckle. “I need to get inside you now.”
“Finally.” That smile. It makes my erection twitch and she hums. “Your cock is glorious.”
She slides the condom down using both hands, muttering something about it being so big, and when I groan at her touch, she lets out a small sigh.
Fuck, she’s already making the heat rise in me. My feelings for her enhance my senses. Any misplaced hesitation’s completely forgotten. I’m acutely aware of every sound she makes, every part of me she’s near, and her sweet, mild coconut scent.
“Where do you want me?” she asks, and bites her lower lip, her eyes wide as she scans my face and down my body.
“On your back. I want to see your face.”
She climbs back up the bed, and I crawl over her, kissing my way up, planting one on her perfect pussy and flick my tongue through her slit to an audible gasp.
“Fucking love how you taste.”
I grab one of her pillows, sliding it under her arse, and stretch one leg up along my torso, lining up at her entrance, teasing her clit and wet opening with my erection.
I ease in, inch by inch, watching her face as I do. Can she take all of me? She’s not used to this size, I can tell by the way she’s clenching her pussy, her brow knitting.
“Breathe,” I say. “Breathe out. Relax.”
She does as I ask, and I press on. Bloody hell, she’ll undo me. It takes all my control not to go faster, my cock is fucking aching for movement.
“You okay?”
“Yes, keep going, go harder.”
I shake my head. “Patience.”
She arches off the pillow, clenching me but pushing herself closer and I groan as I move further into her. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You don’t have to be careful with me. Fuck me the way I haven’t been fucked before.”
“And how’s that?”
“Properly.” She grins. “I want you to fill me, stretch me. You feel so good inside me.”
I start moving, slowly at first, despite her words.
Shit, this is too good. She’s squeezing, clenching, making it hard for me to think past the pleasure.
Picking up pace, she moans in that way that drives me wild.
I grip her ankle next to my head and drive into her, harder this time and she cries out.
“I’m good, it’s good, keep—keep going,” she pants.
She can take it. I thrust, deeply, pull out almost all the way and slide back in, letting her feel me, seeing when she reacts the most. So she’s never come vaginally, but that doesn’t mean I can’t find out how to make it happen. If not today, one day I will.
I keep it up, changing the tempo—hard, fast, deep, and then slower, finding what works for her. I want to last. To savour this intense pleasure.
Her face from this angle is unbelievable. That slack jaw, her mouth in a constant O, the way her perfect fucking breasts move as I thrust into her.
My heart thuds hard against my ribcage. I’m with Linnea.
I put her leg down, remove the pillow, and lean on my elbows, my face an inch above hers.
“Wanted to be closer,” I whisper, and stretches up to meet my lips.
Her tongue finds mine, and I roll my hips, thrusting into her, getting closer as she moans into our kiss.
The heat hits my middle, spreading up my cock, and I’m seconds away.
I kiss her hard, and the wave radiates down my legs, and up again, that almost vibrating, electric rush I fucking love.
I thrust harder and faster, as deep as I can get, losing all control and rhythm as my cock spasms, filling the condom.
I vaguely register Linnea’s gasp as I deliver the final thrust, but I’m gone when I come. It’s black, then fireworks. Pure bliss.
For a moment I stay like this, her legs and arms around me. I catch my breath, burying my face in the side of hers. Her hair. Inhaling that delicious scent of hers.
I ease out of her and tie up the condom, leaving it on the corner of the bed before I collapse next to her.
“I’ll throw that out in a sec, sorry, my legs aren’t working yet,” I say, laughing. Linnea curls up against my chest and sighs. I wrap my arm around her.
“Aiden.”
“Yes?”
“I think you could make me come.”
I look at her. Her cheeks are flushed pink.
“Were you close?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t know what it’s like, but it was very, very good.”
“Will you let me try something?”
“Hmm. What?”
“I want to find where it feels good for you.”
“Okay? What do you mean?”
“It’s best now while you’re already wet and worked up.”
“But what will you do?”
“I’m going to use my long, strong fingers, and … play around. You just need to relax, and trust that I’m loving every single second of it.”
“You don’t need to do that for me. I’m very satisfied.”
“This is for me, if that helps. Having your velvety warmth on my fingers, hearing your moans. It’s heaven for me. You don’t have to come, you don’t have to do anything except be mindful of what’s going on inside you. I want to feel you on my hand. Please?”
“Okay. I like you saying please.”
“Once I’m familiar with every inch of your pussy, I’m going to tease and edge you until you’re pleading. Begging me. Please, Aiden, please.”
Linnea rolls into my arms, laughing. “Promise?” She looks up at me with those dark blue eyes and I understand now—she’s given into me. I carry her now. Her heart. And I never knew I’d find that so frightening. It’s an immense responsibility.
Carrying this beautiful, fragile soul.
And she has mine.
Right now, I’m not clear on which is more terrifying.
“Promise,” I say, kissing her hair, and wrap my arms tightly around her.