I scrunch my nose. “You don’t have to be so clinical about it.”
Aidan rubs his forehead. “I’m sorry. I just want to know what you’re most comfortable with.”
Warmth blooms in my belly. The audacity of him to continue being considerate.
“I’m not particular,” I say.
A wide grin spreads across his face, and I know I’ve pleased him. He must like that I’m down for anything.
“But no butt stuff,” I interject, holding up my flat palm. “Just taking that off the table while we’re discussing the details.”
Aidan looks like he wants to ask a question, but he doesn’t. “Message received.”
“And I’m on the pill. Plus, I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a while, so…”
His expression settles. “Neither have I."
I know it shouldn’t matter one way or another—Aidan’s history with anyone else before tonight has nothing to do withme—but I feel relieved. No woman expects to be the only one, but secretly, we all hope we are.
I’m nervous, and I don’t know what to say.Something clever.“Alrighty then.” I internally smack myself.
Aidan pays my comment no mind. Instead, he extends his hand for me to take. He helps guide me onto my back so I’m lying flat on the couch. His fingers let go of mine and trail down the contours of my body. He takes his time following the curves of my breasts, the dip of my stomach, and the curve of my hip. I don’t usually enjoy this much attention on my body, but Aidan seems to be eager to touch every inch of me, which only spurs my excitement.
When his finger slips between my thighs, he bites his lip. “Still wet for me. Perfect.”
He makes sure my legs are spread, licking me off his finger before taking his cock in his hand and guiding it to my entrance. I feel more of my arousal seeping out as he slides slowly into my slick heat. He’s not massive, but he’s bigger than I’m used to. Somehow, he fills every inch of me perfectly, like we were made to fit together.
The pressure of being so full is an aching sort of bliss, but I need him to move. Do something other than hold me over the edge of a cliff like this. I lift my hips, but he holds me still.
Aidan steadies himself by placing one hand on the couch beside my head. He uses the other to lift my knee to the proper height, then somehow, he sinks further into me. I feel him hit a spot inside me that’s far too sensitive to feel good, and I shudder, but the longer he presses against it, the better it feels. I’m breathing heavily now, quiet moans coating the back of my throat. When he starts to move, I realize I’m too tense, so I try to relax. But he’s hitting that spot again, and now it feels insanely good.
I let out a satisfied moan, and he stares down at me with a pleased expression. Aidan picks up his pace then slows back down. He repeats the pattern over and over until I’m feeling lightheaded.
Aidan’s hand disappears from under my knee, and my leg drops. He flattens himself against me, our chests pressed together, skin sticking with sweat as he pumps himself into me, vigorously. I cling to him, my chin digging into the top of his shoulder. A wave of something unspeakable washes over me, and all I can do is hang my mouth open and gasp. My teeth latch onto his shoulder and stifle my cry. We’re climbing and climbing, and I hear him grunt into my ear as he reaches his climax, but he doesn’t leave me behind. His hand drops down to my clit and circles once, twice…then I’m sent.
We’re left panting against one another with loose limbs, paralyzed from pleasure.
Finally, Aidan sits up. “What have you started,ma douce?”
I release a breathy laugh, but I can’t form the right words. I’ve never done drugs, but I now know what addiction must feel like. I don’t know what we just started, but I can guarantee it’s going to be hard as hell to stop.
We quietly get dressed afterward, and this time it’s not awkward. He walks me to the door and tells me goodnight, and it’s just what I needed to know I made the right choice.
“It’s my birthday, by the way,” I say as I hang halfway out the front door. “Thanks for the present.”
Chapter Twelve
AIDAN
It’s only been two days since Joanna and I made our agreement, and we’ve already had sex three times in two different places. It would seem that after fully crossing the line between us, there was no going back. Given my flexibility and Joanna’s time-consuming job, I ended up having to work with her schedule, but I haven’t minded. The rumors about me in town aren’t too far off when it comes to my day-to-day—I do spend a lot of time at home alone—so it’s been fun having something new and exciting to fill my days with.
The problem with focusing solely on philanthropy is that after the money is spent, there’s little for me to do. I don’t tend to get involved with the business and properties I invest in—my part is to provide the most important aspect, and usually the hardest component to come by: the money. After that, I let the business thrive on its own. I don’t run the movie theater; there are other people who need jobs who can do that. I just make sure it stays open.
All this to say, after I’ve done my part, I’m still just a millionaire with nothing to do. And I don’t expect pity. I know how lucky I am, and I think that’s part of why I try to keepto myself, even though I am lonely. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me when I have more than anyone could ever ask for, including something most could never even dream of - long life.
Seeing how hard Joanna works to keep her farm afloat has really put my life into perspective. When I came by last night, and she eagerly snuck me into her loft apartment above a dingy red barn, it was dark, so I didn’t get a good look at what all she has to keep up with. But today, the sun is shining, and I’m in awe of what Joanna and her mother have built.
Things have moved fairly quickly between us since Wednesday. I’ve never participated in a “no-strings” relationship like this before, but it’s given us the perfect excuse to race past any physical boundaries. Yesterday, Joanna came over to my place on her lunch break, and we didn’t make it past the foyer before we had a quick fuck. And last night, we fucked twice in her bed, in double the number of positions.
