Chapter 30 #2
Aiden gave a smug chuckle. “I believe in taking very good care of my things.” He flicked his tongue on the backside of her knee. “I’ve wanted to make you mine since you woke up.”
Evelyn squirmed in midair, anticipation and the small thrill of being suspended combining to make her stomach flip.
“You had a panic attack when I woke up,” she said. She pressed her thighs together, desperate for friction.
“Well, yes. I generally don’t want to fuck my cargo senseless.
” He gripped her thighs and spread them apart again, and she whimpered at the loss of pressure.
She thought she might die if he didn’t properly touch her soon.
He swore softly as he took in the sight of her, and her gaze went to his sweatpants, the outline of his cock clearly straining toward her.
She swallowed the grin she felt knowing that the mere sight of her body was affecting him. “I got over it.”
She arched an eyebrow at him and moved her leg to skim that outline, feeling a thrill when he shuddered. “Prove it.”
His left hand skated up her back to rest at the nape of her neck, while his right hand slowly traced up her inner thigh.
She held her breath, each movement closer to where she needed him, making her throb.
When his fingers finally met the slickness of her pussy, she gasped.
He gently traced the outline of her slit before making his way to her clit and circling it firmly, finally giving her the contact she’d craved.
Evelyn arched her back and cried out as his practiced fingers found a pattern that made her back bow.
The hand at the nape of her neck snaked up and took a firm grip in her hair.
She grasped for a hold on him, managing to dig her fingers into the muscles of his back.
He stopped circling her clit, and Evelyn sucked in a breath to protest, but let out a moan instead when two fingers slowly entered her.
Her eyes fluttered shut. Aiden pumped into her slowly, deliberately.
She felt his eyes on her, watching her face to see exactly what made her fall apart.
He curved his fingers, and the sensation made her entire body feel like she might implode as the pressure built.
Evelyn heard her breathy moans turn deep as he drove her closer and closer to the edge, unfamiliar noises emanating from her throat as her hips pumped against his hand. He tugged her hair.
“That’s it, dollface. Be a good girl and come all over my hand.”
Aiden leaned down and laved a nipple with his tongue, sending more sparks along her body.
She was drowning in pleasure, every touch another gentle shove toward the edge of oblivion.
He kissed a line up her chest to the spot on her neck that stupefied her every time he grazed it.
He bit down on her skin at the same time he gave her hair another firm tug.
It was like the pressure inside her combusted, and she cried out as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her.
She dug her nails into his back with one hand, while the hand she wasn’t holding onto Aiden with for dear life flailed in mid air.
Her eyes squeezed shut and tears leaked out of the corners as her body pulsed around his steady, pumping fingers.
She was shaking again, but now it was more of a rhythmic whole-body twitch than the jitteriness of excess energy.
“Even prettier than I’d imagined,” Aiden said. His voice was a peculiar mix of satisfaction and strain. He pet her legs gently, waiting for her to come back down.
Evelyn gave her head a little shake to clear it. “You still have your pants on,” she managed. Not her best post-orgasm observation, but not the worst either.
“I do.” There was amusement in the crinkling at the corners of his eyes.
“Well, fix it.”
He laughed and removed his hands from her body.
She kept herself — barely — from grabbing out for his hands, greedy for his touch against her skin, his fingers in her hair.
He held his dripping hand to her lips, and she took his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself.
She swirled her tongue around his knuckles and sucked them hard before removing her mouth from his hand with a loud popping noise.
She saw his sweatpants fly off his ankle.
Aiden maneuvered her upright and pulled her close to his chest, kissing her with a desperate intensity she recognized and returned eagerly.
His tongue ravaged her mouth, as if determined to lick every drop of her orgasm out of it.
His hard length rubbed against her slick thighs, sliding between them with ease.
She hooked a leg around his waist, ready to resume her earlier position, and he steadied her hips in a bruising grip.
The look in his eyes was intense enough to scorch earth as he pulled back from the kiss.
Aiden tilted her back slightly, and only complete trust that he’d never let her fall let Evelyn relax into the new angle.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as she raked her gaze down his sculpted chest, down the planes of his taught stomach, to the trail of hair that led to his throbbing cock.
She bit her lip, glad he’d already made her come harder than she had in recent memory.
He fisted his cock, lining himself up with her soaking entrance.
Evelyn brought her eyes back to Aiden’s and slowly, deliberately, flexed her hips and brushed her wet heat against the crown of his cock, delighting in watching him shudder at the feel of her.
“I believe there was some talk of fucking me senseless?”
Aiden choked out a laugh. “I’m just taking in the view, dollface. But I’m happy to oblige.”
He entered her with one deep thrust, and Evelyn gasped at the feeling, her back bowing as she clenched around him.
Aiden gave her a moment to breathe before he drew himself out and started a slow, steady rhythm that had that pressure immediately building again.
His eyes never left her face, the weight of his gaze another caress against her skin as his hands cupped her breasts.
She covered his hands with hers and squeezed, and he groaned.
His thrusts sped up, and she clung to him, her husky moans muffled against his chest.
His hand snaked into her hair and tilted her head.
“I want to watch your perfect ass bouncing while I fuck you,” he growled against her ear.
She grinned and removed her legs from around his waist, only briefly pouting that he had to fully exit her to move her.
Aiden twirled her around and firmed his grip on her hips.
Being suspended like a sex marionette was proving its distinct advantages.