She licks her lips as she glances down, watching me use the head of my cock to rub circles on her clit. I slide my other hand over her soft stomach and then back up to her breast where I toy with her nipple, sliding it between my fingers until she can’t hold in her moans.
“Do you see how fucking sexy your body is now?” I say. “The way it turns me on? The way I can’t wait to slip into this tight little cunt of yours?”
“Do it,” she says on an exhale. “Please.”
“What’s that, baby? Begging now, are you?” I tweak her nipple harder between my fingers and her responding moan is guttural.
“Yes,” she hisses out the word.
“Ask me again, and make me believe you really want this.”
“Please fuck me, Aidan. Please... don’t make me wait?—”
I shove inside her in one long push before she can finish her sentence, and she cries out in pleasure as her fingers curl into the wooden door frame. With each thrust, her breasts sway forward and her lips part a little more until she’s gasping for breath as she watches me fuck her.
Listening to her beg for it and then watching her take my dick like this has me ready to come way too quickly, so I slip my other hand down her abdomen and find her clit. I press small, tight circles over it as I increase my pace until her entire body is shaking and I suspect my arm around her rib cage is the only thing holding her up.
“Oh god,” she gasps, pressing her head back into my shoulder and squeezing her eyes shut.
“Don’t you dare shut your eyes, or I’ll stop.” My words are a rough demand and her eyes fly open in response. “I want you to see how fucking beautiful you are when you fall apart on my cock.”
“Oh shit . . . oh my god . . . I’m . . .”
“I know, baby.” Every muscle in my body tightens with the effort of holding my release until she’s done, and I watch in fascination as her mouth drops open and her tongue sweeps along her lower lip and she nearly screams with the force of the orgasm that shakes her entire body.
I hold her upright while she climaxes and then pour myself into the condom as her inner walls squeeze my cock, wishing there was no barrier between us. My body curls around hers protectively once we’re both done, and after removing the condom, I pull us back onto the bed where she cuddles into me. And the whole time, all I can think of is one singular word. The one that can never apply to her:mine.
Chapter Thirty-One
MORGAN
Aidan is in the kitchen pouring batter onto the waffle iron when I walk in after a shower. My hair is still wet, but I’ve French braided it to keep it off my face, and I’m wearing one of his Rebels T-shirts. It hits mid-thigh and is soft and cozy.
He glances over at me, and I don’t miss the way his eyes widen. “Damn,” he breathes out the word. “You look way better in that shirt than I do.”
I know my smile is tentative. “I hope you don’t mind. My suitcase was in the other room, and this was the first thing I found in your closet.”
“I don’t mind at all. I hope you like waffles?”
“Love them. But...” I stop myself, because I’ve already made my body insecurities into way too much of a thing. And he’s already given me many reassurances that he loves my curves—in fact, he’s the only man I’ve ever been with who has specifically addressed the size of my body and why it turns him on. The way he just proved it to me, in front of that mirror, will live on a loop in my head for the rest of my life.
I’m not sure other sexual experiences in the future will ever compare to what we’ve shared, and it actually makes me sad tothink that the best sex of my life will end at some point and I’ll have to settle for someone else.
Maybe not,I assure myself.You could still find someone just as amazing.
“Don’t you dare tell me you’re going to deny your body something this delicious,” he says, and I sigh in response, my shoulders sagging.
“My body likes to turn everything I eat immediately into fat.”
He flips the waffle iron over and resets the timer, then rounds the island to where I’m standing. Wrapping his arms around my back, he pulls me close and tilts my chin up.
“Morgan, you’ve got curves, and as I think we’ve already established, that’s part of what’s so appealing about your body. You’re strong, but also soft and sensual... you’re fuckingluscious. Literally, every guy’s wet dream.”
My chest shakes with a silent chuckle. “Maybe yours, but definitely noteveryguy’s.”
His jaw clenches, like he wants to say something about that. Finally, he says, “If a guy is looking for some kind of a stick figure, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”
“So guys don’t care about things like a woman having a thigh gap? That was always a huge focus for my friends when we were teenagers.”
