He pulls back, his larger frame hovering over me and making me feel safe instead of caged in. “Yeah, darlin’, pretty. Pretty lasts,” his voice is earnest. “There are so many types of women and all of them have beauty. But pretty is more to me. It’s the sweetness in your voice. The way you show up for your friends. Your determination and your passion for GMH. When I say pretty, I mean all of it. Inside. Outside. Heart. Mind. Body. Soul.”
“Woah,” I breathe out and blink up at him before smiling from ear to ear. “Pretty, huh?”
“The prettiest,” he rumbles right before he takes my mouth again.
This kiss is brutal in the way that feels like a wrecking ball. Our hands move, sliding and touching, exploring and undressing each other as we do. It’s slow, with tentative fingers and questing mouths.
When we’re both naked, my pussy is soaked and my walls clench around nothing. My back arches as he nips at my neck and then laps at the sting. I’m moaning and begging, breathing and straining.
“Fuck, Greylin,” he presses his forehead against my chest and then he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth and I cry out.
His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers gliding through my slit and holding me open as he slides a finger inside me. We let out groans that threaten to rattle my windows.
“I can’t wait to bury my cock inside of you. Your pussy is hot and wet,” his words feel like praise and I soak them up.
As he starts to finger fuck me, his mouth finds my nipple again and sucks. When he bites down, I yelp his name, but the sound morphs into a keening moan of, “More.”
“I want to taste you,” he growls the words.
Something snaps inside of me, and my hands come up and grip his hair. His eyes widen as they meet my gaze and his mouth pops off my nipple.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” I plead. Can’t he see how much I’m burning for him?
He searches my eyes and his eyes turn molten. “Yeah, darlin’,” one side of his mouth tips up into a smirk, “I’ve got you.”
The way he’s looking at me is intense as I reach over into my bedside drawer, because safety first was something we lived by in college and some routines never die. Nor should they.
Aiden takes the condom from my fingers, and I can see he wants to ask, but he stops himself. I grab his hand, stopping his movements, “It’s been a long time, but some habits are worth keeping just in case.”
Relief flits across his face, but it’s short lived as hunger takes over again. He sits back on his heels and wraps his hand around the base of his cock. I can’t look away as I watch him stroke himself.
The way he’s looking at me as all heat and smoke. I’ve never felt sexier than I do with Aiden’s eyes on me.
When pre-cum beads on the tip of his cock, I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. He lets out a growl, part plea and part warning.
I reach down and slide my thumb across the crown of his dick, collecting his pre-cum. Aiden’s breath staggers as I bring it up to my mouth and lick it off.
“Holy fuck, Greylin,” his tone is awe filled and I can’t help but bat my eyelashes at him teasingly.
The man could vie for a world record with how fast he gets the condom rolled down his shaft. As he holds the base, he slides the tip up and down my soaked slit. It feels like a tease, and it only sends my arousal spiraling higher.
My head tips back when I think he’s going to sink inside of me, but then I’m being yanked into his arms. Just as our chests touch, he slides me down his length and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh yes,” I hiss out the word, loving how he stretches me just right.
My hands grip his shoulders, and I plant my feet on the bed behind him. We’re face to face, so fucking close, and yet it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.
As we start to move, his hips thrust upwards when I come back down, my movements pick up speed as the need to have him, to have more, threatens to drown me in pleasure.
“You’re doing so damn good taking my cock, darlin’,” he breathes the words against my lips.
When he takes my mouth again, the kiss is a claim. I feel it change something in me. Connect. Tighten. Making me whole when I didn’t realize I was missing anything to begin with.
I pant against his lips, “So close.”
“Fuck yes,” he grunts, like he’s barely holding on and is about to lose control. “Give it to me, Greylin. Come all over my cock and let me feel it. I need to feel you squeezing me.”
He manages to push a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit. That’s all it takes.
