The dress falls to the floor.
I feel the cool air against my heated skin. He swallows hard as he scans me.
I wore my sexiest black bra and panties. It wasn’t deliberate, but I think, subconsciously, I wanted this to happen, wanted to be with him, wanted to be intimate.
“You’re perfect.”
His hands move to the clasp of my bra. My breath catches as his fingertips graze the sensitive skin of my shoulder as he slides the straps down my arms. The feel of his touch after so long apart is almost overwhelming.
"Is this still okay?" he asks, his voice husky.
"Yes.”
He flings the bra away like it offends him.
His gaze travels over my exposed breasts with such intensity that it feels like a physical caress.
He cups my breasts, teases the nipples. I moan.
“Fuck, baby.” He squeezes, arousing me. “You’re so beautiful.”
Despite everything we’ve been through, despite how many times he's seen me naked before, his admiration still makes me feel like the only woman in the world.
He guides me backward while his mouth descends on my breasts, suckling, nipping. My legs hit the edge of the bed.
I feel the mattress give slightly under me as he sits me down.
He kneels in front of me, his hands resting on my thighs. His palms are warm on my bare flesh as his thumbs trace small circles.
The gentle pressure makes my breath catch. I feel my body responding to the familiar rhythm of his touch.
He knows exactly how to build the anticipation, how to make me ache for more.
"I dreamed about you every night." Aiden’s voice is thick with emotion. "I'd wake up reaching for you."
A lump forms in my throat.
His confession lands like heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Months of separate beds, separate lives, and we’ve both been haunted by the same ghosts.
"I couldn't sleep on your side," I admit. "I tried, but it didn't feel right."
His fingers tighten slightly on my thighs, and he leans forward until his forehead rests against mine. His breath mingles with mine, warm and intimate in the space between us.
I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the familiar comfort of his nearness.
“You want me.”
“Yes,” I say honestly.
He keeps asking, wanting to make sure I’m comfortable. This ismyAiden. The considerate man I fell in love with and married.
He grabs the waistband of my panties. I lift my hips, and he slides them down, away.
“Watch me,” he growls.
I do as he parts my thighs and places his mouth against my pussy. My back arches with pleasure.
He pulls back, and slides a finger inside me.
