Chapter 47 #2
Her hands are already at my waistband, tugging with urgency.
“Easy, love,” I murmur, but she’s having none of it.
“Don’t you dare go easy on me,” she says fiercely, shoving at the fabric. “I’ve been sick for weeks, and now I finally feel good and you’re still wearing pants. Fix it.”
A laugh rumbles through my chest as I help her, kicking the joggers off. “Demanding little thing.”
“You have no idea,” she breathes, pulling me back down. “These hormones are driving me crazy. All I think about is you touching me.”
“Well, then.” I let my fingers ghost along her ribs. “If you’re thinking about me so much…”
She makes a frustrated sound. “Aidan—”
“What’s that, love?” I ask, my fingers dancing along her collarbone now. “You said you’ve been thinking about this?”
Her eyes flash dangerously. “Don’t you dare start that teasing—”
I press a kiss to her shoulder. “Start what?”
That’s when she snaps. She plants her hands on my shoulders and shoves. I’m so surprised that I go down easily, my back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. Before I can even process what’s happening, she’s straddling me.
“I said,” she breathes, “don’t tease me.”
The sight of her above me like this—hair wild, eyes blazing, taking control—it’s enough to make me lose my mind.
She’s devastating. Heat and softness and every fantasy I’ve ever had, all of it kneeling over me like she was built to take me apart.
My dick is painfully hard and throbbing against her slick heat as she shifts on top of me.
That tiny roll of her hips nearly destroys my restraint.
I feel how ready she is, how willing, how close she is to sinking down on me, and it lights me up.
One more second of this and I’ll lose it. I’ll flip her beneath me and push inside her so deep she forgets how to say anything but my name.
“Lucy,” I groan, my hands finding her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there.
She rocks against me again, deliberately this time. “How’s this for teasing?”
“Fuck,” I breathe, my head falling back against the pillow. “You’re going to kill me. And I’m going to let you.”
“Good,” she says, and then she’s kissing me, fierce and demanding, her tongue sliding against mine as she continues that maddening rhythm with her hips.
My hands slide up her sides, cupping her full tits, my thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles over her nipples. She arches into my touch, her breath shuddering, the movement making her grind down against me with a desperation that punches the air from my lungs.
Her hands plant on my chest, steadying herself.
There’s a flicker of determination and need in her eyes before she shifts forward, dragging the slick heat of her core along the length of my cock.
Then she reaches down between us, her fingers wrapping around me, guiding me exactly where she wants me.
She lines me up, her gaze locked on mine as she sinks down slowly. Torturously.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I breathe, my hands gripping her hips tighter as she begins to move.
She sets a slow pace, rolling her hips. The moonlight paints her skin silver, highlighting every subtle change in her body. She’s exquisite like this. Confident, powerful, taking exactly what she needs from me.
“Touch me,” she says, grabbing my hand and putting it exactly where she wants.
I obey, fingers finding her clit, moving in time with her rhythm. Her head falls back, lips parting on a gasp.
“That’s it, love,” I murmur.
I watch her move, riding me with a desperate, relentless grace.
Her skin flushed, her hair falling across her face…
Every inch of her sets me on fire. Each roll of her hips sends jolts straight through me, and I’m barely holding myself together, caught between awe and need, fighting a losing battle against my own body.
“Lucy,” I grit out, my voice strained. “I’m not going to last if you keep—”
She doesn’t slow down. If anything, she moves faster, her hands braced against my chest as she takes what she wants.
“Don’t you dare,” she breathes, voice trembling but fierce, commanding even as her own release edges closer. “Not yet.”
My jaw clenches so hard I’m surprised my teeth don’t crack. Every muscle in my body is wound tight, fighting against the inevitable. She’s too perfect, too beautiful, too everything, and the way she’s looking down at me with those hooded eyes…
Fuck. I need to do something now, or I’m going to spill inside her like I’ve got no control at all. She’s so tight around me, so goddamn wet, I can feel my orgasm clawing up my spine with every slide of her hips.
My abs tighten as I push myself up, one arm wrapping around her waist to anchor her as she continues that devastating rhythm. The shift in angle makes us both groan, and she starts to tremble.
My mouth finds her nipple, drawing the tight peak between my lips. The effect is immediate. She cries out, her movements becoming erratic as her body tightens around me. I suck harder, using my teeth gently, knowing exactly what she needs.
“Oh god, Aidan,” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me against her. “I’m going to—”
Her words dissolve into a broken moan as she shatters around me, her whole body shuddering with the force of her release.
The feel of her clenching around me is my final undoing.
I bury my face against her chest with a rough moan as I finally let go.
Every nerve ending ignites as waves of sensation roll through my body, starting deep in my core and radiating outward until I’m shaking with the force of it.
I’m dimly aware of the guttural sounds tearing from my throat as I pulse inside her, giving her everything I have.
Each wave is more intense than the last until I’m completely spent. My arms tighten around her waist, holding her close as aftershocks ripple through us both. Her heartbeat races against my chest, matching the wild rhythm of my own.
“Lucy…baby…” I breathe against her skin when I can finally form words again. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating through both of us. “What a way to go, though.”
I pull back just enough to look at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and satisfied smile.
“Come here.” I guide her down to the pillows beside me. She curls into my side with a contented sigh, her head finding its perfect spot on my chest. My fingers trace lazy patterns on her shoulder as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
I glance down, brushing a kiss to the top of her head. “You okay?”
“Mmhmm,” she hums. “More than.”
My hand stills for a second, just long enough to rest over the gentle curve of her stomach. There’s life here. Love. A future I didn’t know how to want until she walked in and gave it to me without asking for anything back.
God help anyone who tries to come between us.