Before Aidan, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to take charge and voice my physical desires. He makes me want to try everything.
“Do that again,” I say.
Leaning forward and pressing his tongue to my clit, he circles over the fabric so the lace grazes across the sensitive nerves before he clamps his lips around me and sucks my clit between them.
Warmth floods my body. “Without the underwear. And I want you to feel how wet I am for you.” I step out of my thong after he slides it down my legs, and keep my feet spread so he has better access to me. With his mouth on my clit, he drags his fingers through my center, and I can tell the slickness there is coating his fingers.
He pulls back slightly, looking up at me. “You’re so wet for me, baby. How long have you been like this?”
“Probably since you kissed me in that Christmas tree lot.”
“You should have let me make you feel good as soon as we got home.”
“Speaking of making me feel good,” I say with a wink, “did I tell you to stop?”
His warm breath hits my belly as he laughs, and then he brings his lips back to my clit. This time, he shows me no mercy, licking and sucking the sensitive area like he’s determined to make me come quicker than ever. And while I’d like that, I also like being in charge and want to prolong that.
Which is why I sink down to my knees, facing him, and pull his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it aside, and reach behind me to unclasp my bra. The minute it’s off, Aidan’s mouth is on me, sucking my nipple into his mouth and running his tongue over the peak fast and hard.
My core clenches tightly and I need more, so I put my hand on his chest. “Sit down.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His voice is tinged with amusement and longing as he leans backward and easily maneuvers his legs out in front of him, with one arm behind him holding him up. I move so one knee is on either side of his hips, hovering above him.
“Get down here with me,” he growls, pulling my hips down and entering me in one fluid motion. With me straddling him, he’s so deep I can hardly breathe. “You’re so fucking sexy when you tell me what you want,” he says, one hand on my hip and the other cupping my breast. “Keep going.”
I love the way he creates a space safe enough for me to let go of my inhibitions and confidently ask for what I want. The bossier I am, the more he likes it.
“Use me. I want it hard and fast, until we’re both screaming.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His hands and lips are everywhere, tugging at my hair with one hand while pressing into my clit with the other, sucking each nipple into his mouth with deep pulls before grazing his teeth over them, kissing his way up my neck, and whispering all the fantasies he’s had about me while he was gone.
My hips are moving frantically as I take him deep and hard, and then both his hands are on my hips and he’s pulling me down on him, rocking his hips into me so he’s grinding against my clit. “I want to see you play with your tits while you fuck me,” he says. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I can barely get the word out as I bring my hands to my chest, pressing my breasts together and toying with my nipples. I’m so fucking close, I can feel my orgasm on the periphery.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he tells me. “I’m never going to get enough of you like this—desperate and needy for me.”
I circle my hips, and he groans. “Yes, keep doing that.” And then he leans back slightly, bringing me forward with him and hitting that spot deep inside me.
As he slides against my inner walls, he stokes the flames of my orgasm until they are a raging inferno that consumes me. I cry out and he showers me with affirmation, telling me how beautiful and strong and perfect I am. And when his body curls forward, I cling to him as his hands hold my hips down and he spills his release into me with a long groan.
He looks up at me afterward, his arms still wrapped around me and his head resting on my chest. “I’m sorry,” the words are a whisper.
“Sorry about what?” I ask, running my palm along his jaw and then threading my fingers into his hair.
“I’m sorry we almost missed out on this. Not the sex, but the closeness, the plans for the future. I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like I didn’t want something serious and permanent with you. I will never, ever do that again.”
I press a kiss to the top of his head while I hold him to me. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you. You’reminenow, too.”
Chapter Forty-Eight
AIDAN
Four Weeks Later
“Do you seriously have to go into the office?” I grumble, pulling Morgan back against me and trailing my lips along the slope of her bare shoulder. I tuck the blankets tighter around us, trying to form a cocoon so I can keep her in bed for as long as possible.
She sighs as she snuggles into me, her back against my chest as we face the two large windows with the Christmas tree in between. It’s filled with ornaments from my childhood, as well as others we’ve picked out together. I have no idea how it’s still alive, but Morgan has been watering it daily which probably helps.
